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)
“Hey, um…hi.” He blinked, his smile forced and tight. He pointed at Myra and Mrs. Pearl. “We were uh, just, uh, talking about…”
“I was just teasing Royal that you two have enough dinner here to last for several nights,” Myra chimed in.
Royal nodded, his thoughts scattered. It was hard enough to hide his visceral want from Stone, but the way the women were watching him—teasing and knowing—only made him feel more busted.
“Ready to go…I’m famished,” Stone glared at him in a way that made Royal’s cock jerk. “I’m gonna eat until I’m good and satisfied.”
“Well Myra made plenty enough food to do just that, Stone.” Mrs. Pearl smiled warmly.
The meaning behind those words may’ve gone over Mrs. Pearl’s head, but not his. Stone was ready to make him pay for those teasing text messages.
Royal hurried and said goodnight to his favorite ladies and hefted the totes off the counter before his face got any hotter.
His legs were unsteady but he managed to walk towards the door. When he stepped outside the rush of cold air, and thick snowflakes, hit Royal’s face, but his cheeks still burned from Stone’s innuendo.
Stone took the totes from him, his arm brushing his, that minimal contact almost too much to bear. He put the cases in the back seat, then opened the passenger door for him.
Stone
Stone was glad his windows were tinted black—just in case Mrs. Peal and Myra were looking out of the window—so no one could see him yank Royal across the bench seat and slam his mouth over his.
Stone clamped his arms around Royal’s slim waist and pulled him closer until he was almost on his lap. If it wasn’t for the steering wheel, he would’ve been able to.
The kiss started fervently with an intense warmth that ignited into an inferno. Ever since Royal had teased Stone with those texts all he’d been able to think about was getting his hands on him and taking a much deeper taste than he had before.
Royal moaned into his mouth and grabbed two handfuls of his hair, urging him closer.
Stone poured every ounce of passion he had into that intoxicating moment.
The scent of Royal’s clean-smelling cologne intermingled with the warmth of his breath, creating an atmosphere too intense for him to breathe.
They had to break apart for air, but not their bodies. Royal stayed pressed to him, burying his face in his neck and inhaling deeply.
“You smell so good, Bo,” Royal whispered, licking at the hot skin over his Adam’s apple.
Stone groaned so hard at the bliss racing through him it almost scared him.
His name being whimpered like that made him want to eliminate all barriers between them and bury himself inside him.
“Baby,” he murmured, sucking hard on Royal’s throat. “I want you so fuckin bad.”
He was sure he was leaving red marks and burns from his beard on Royal’s ivory skin, but he didn’t stop.
“Yes,” Royal hissed, throwing his head back as he squirmed to get their lower bodies in contact.
His truck was big, but there was no way they could get into the position they wanted, to do what they craved.
Stone got a firm grip on Royal’s hips and eased his frantic movements to a halt.
Their breathing slowed along with their fevered touches as Stone laved at a tender, sweet-smelling patch of skin on Royal’s jaw.
“How far away is your cabin?” Royal sighed against his lips.
Further than I want it to be.
Stone’s cock was hard enough to split wood, trapped behind his zipper.
“About a half hour.”
Royal’s low curse and the slight pout of his pink lips were so endearing it made warmth bloom in Stone’s chest.
He felt the lightness of a smile in his spirit.
He gripped the back of Royal’s neck. “If you climb back over into your seat and let me start the ignition, the sooner we can get there.”
“Mmm,” Royal hummed into his beard. “I’m trying to take my hands off you. But I didn’t expect you to show up looking and smelling this wonderful.”
Royal cupped his cheek with one hand while he combed his fingers through his beard with the other.
Stone closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch of Royal’s gentle hands. Hands that weren’t hardened and nicked from tree bark, and he wanted those hands everywhere on his body.
“Bo, look at me,” Royal whispered. His voice was so calm and comforting it made him want to wrap his world around it.
Stone gazed into Royal’s rich brown eyes.
They stayed that way for a couple of minutes before Royal placed one last tender kiss on his lips then slid back across the bench seat and snapped his seatbelt on.
The ride had been quiet but no less sexually charged.
When he turned onto the winding road leading up to his cabin. Royal stared out of the passenger window as if he were trying to memorize the route.