Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
He saved the number in his phone and pressed his tongue in his cheek as he began to type a response.
Royal: Care to tell me how you got this number? I don’t remember you asking me for it.
Royal hoped Stone was feeling as light in his spirit as he was.
Bo: When it comes to you Royal…I get what I want.
He almost tapped the green receiver to call Stone, wanting to hear that statement rumbled in that husky voice. The thought made Royal’s stomach flutter, churning the chicken pot pie he just ate.
Bo: Myra already got you doing community service, huh?
Royal: I volunteered. I needed to go back to the bookstore anyway. I wish I had seen you…
Royal wanted to say he missed Stone, but it felt too soon to confess that.
Bo: Festival preparations are crazy. Lots of work, I’m beat. I’m glad Fridays almost here and I’ll have some quiet time with you.
Royal reclined all the way on his pillow, one hand holding the phone, while the other slid down his stomach.
Royal: Quiet time?
Bo: Well, I don’t mean silence…there will be sounds being made.
Royal groaned and eased his hand down further, his cock untouched and pulsing.
Royal: What exactly do you plan on doing with me, Bo?
Bo: If I told you, I might scare you.
Royal: I’m not easily frightened.
Bo: Good, because I have all kinds of ideas.
Royal: You’re making me fuckin hot, Bo. That’s not fair
Bo: How hot…
Royal started a slow stroke on his length. It was so intense, and it had been so damn long his back was arching after only seconds.
Bo: Royal…
Royal: On Friday night. I’m gonna make you pay for putting me in this state.
Bo: Royal………
Royal could almost hear Royal growling his name.
Royal: Now I’m gonna leave you to imagine how I take care of this little problem you started…but trust, that when I’m close… it’ll be your name I call out.
Bo: On Friday I’m gonna make you wish you hadn’t teased me
Royal: Promises, promises. Goodnight.
Royal’s smile died on his lips as he stomach tightened with that familiar feeling. He dropped his phone onto the bed and slammed the pillow over his face as he came harder than he ever had, with Stone’s name roaring past his lips.
Royal
Royal sat in the old wooden gazebo, which stood in the center of the town’s main square, watching the people of Windeville prepare for their festival. When he heard the eighteen-wheelers rolling in this morning, laden with carnival rides and game booths, he hadn’t been able to stay inside any longer.
Newly constructed stalls for the makeshift market were already being stocked with everything from hand-knitted scarves to home decorations. Christmas trees of all sizes, decorated with thousands of twinkling lights lined the cobblestone square. An out-of-town company was laying the foundation for a giant ice rink, adjacent to the pens for the petting zoo. Mrs. Pearl told him they had everything from reindeers, ponies, sheep, llamas, to a shit-ton of bunnies
Royal took a small sip of his chai tea he’d bought from the café cart a few yards away. He hadn’t been able to resist the scent of mulled cider and gingerbread for long.
He’d never seen such a community working together to create a holiday festival like this. He’d lived in Manhattan for many years so he was used to grand holiday setups by contracted design firms, but this was above and beyond.
The whole town was a flurry of activity, as the large group from the decorating committee hung garlands on every lamp post, while others hung tinsel and ornaments on a thirty-foot tree for the grand lighting ceremony that would kick off the week-long festival.
Magic was in the air and Royal felt warm all over, but it had nothing to do with the town’s festive energy and everything to do with the big lumberjack hauling massive evergreen trees with his twenty-man crew.
Stone moved with the natural grace of someone who’d been born strong. He stood a little ways off from the group, his broad shoulders and wide stance like a wall of silent power, and the permanent scowl only made him seem more intimidating.
But Royal knew the truth. Only he knew, Bo.
The harsh lines of his face, the unkempt hair, the deep-set eyes, all of it screamed, beware. It screamed that to everyone except him, and Royal did his best not to groan at his sexy bravado.
Even in the frigid twenty-two-degree weather, all Stone wore was a tattered flannel shirt, faded jeans, and thick gloves.
From the moment Royal had crept down the stairs on the second day he’d stumbled into Windeville, he’d been drawn to Bo Stone in a way he couldn’t understand. Like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
Their eyes met across the square, and Royal’s pulse skipped. There was a fire in that glare, something burning so fiercely he thought the whole town could feel it.