Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I don’t think I am. You came.”
Yeah, yeah he had…and he was thankful for it.
“Yes,” Van replied.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ll paint here. Thanks for offering.” It meant a lot to Van. Being there in the first place meant a lot to him, too.
They stood there a moment before Shane spoke again. “This is getting weird. We’re standing here staring at each other. I think that’s enough show-and-tell for tonight.”
Shane turned and walked out, Van filed in behind him. “Now that show-and-tell is over, what are we going to do next? Truth or dare?” he joked.
“Strip poker?” Shane replied after locking the door.
As they made their way across the deck, Van spoke. “We don’t have to play a game for you to get me naked.” It was the truth. He wasn’t sure if the night before was a one off but he wouldn’t mind a repeat performance. “But if you want to play a game, we can try naked Twister.”
Shane didn’t stop at the table where they’d been before, just kept moving until he got to the sliding glass door, which he opened.
“I don’t play games,” Shane said when they got inside. He turned, took the blown glass out of Van’s hands, and set it on the counter. “If I want to fuck, I fuck.”
Van’s cock began to plump under his fly. “Yeah…me too. I guess the only question is, do you want to fuck me?”
“So…what?” Shane stepped closer, ran his fingers across Van’s neck, holding the side of his face. “Have a little fun until you leave? I don’t get that opportunity very often in Last Chance. And by not very often, I mean never.”
Shit. He hadn’t thought about that. It wasn’t as though there were a lot of options there for Shane. It made Van bleed a little more for him, wonder if he felt tied down to this town, this place. Wonder if he legitimately wanted to get out. But he also knew Shane wouldn’t want to hear that. It was funny how well Van felt like he knew the other man. “Does that mean you only want to fuck me because I’m the first piece of ass you’ve found local?”
“Did I say I wanted to fuck you? I don’t remember saying that yet.” He grinned and Van found himself doing the same. When Shane’s thumb brushed his bottom lip, Van licked it and felt Shane shudder. “Oh yeah, you wanna shot at me.”
“Cocky,” Shane replied, but then added, “And no…I want to fuck you because you’re sexy as hell.” Shane’s mouth crashed down on his. His tongue immediately delved in and Van opened up for him, sucked on it before Shane explored his mouth again.
They were all hands and lips and bodies as they pushed at each other, running their hands up and down one another’s backs and asses.
Shane turned their bodies and walked backward, as Van followed. Their mouths were still fused. Shane’s fingers worked the button and zipper on Van’s pants before he shoved his hand inside.
“Oh fuck. Jesus, you’re hard for me,” he said.
“Been hard for you since last night,” Van admitted. He could hardly take in a breath before Shane’s lips came down hard on his again.
They kissed and stumbled down the hallway. When they turned into what he assumed was Shane’s room, Shane pulled back as he jerked Van’s shirt over his head. “You top or bottom?” he asked.
“Vers.” Van shoved his hands under Shane’s shirt, feeling all that hot skin and firm muscle, and pushed the fabric up. “But I lean toward bottoming. I’d love to take your dick.”
Shane shuddered against him. “I think we can work something out,” he replied playfully, which was exactly what Van wanted to hear.
They became hands and lips again, kissing and touching and making their way toward the bed. Shane pushed Van onto it before falling down to his knees between Van’s legs.
“Feels strange to have someone in my bed,” Shane said.
Jesus, it really wasn’t fair—the hand Shane had been dealt.
“You have someone here now,” Van replied, then lifted his hips for Shane to pull his pants off, which he did. “What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m going to fuck you. Commando?”
“Never liked underwear. Too damn tight and constricting. Only wear them sometimes.”
“Easy access.” Shane nudged Van’s balls with his nose. “I love the smell of a man,” he said before teasing Van’s sac with his tongue.
“Yeah,” Van replied, his eyes damn near rolling back in his head. “Me too.”
Shane licked him slowly, laved his nuts, before running his tongue up Van’s cock. “I love dick too. Could spend hours just touching, fucking, and tasting.”
A tremble ran the length of Van’s body. It felt…strangely right, being there with Shane like that. Not just because it was fucking, and fucking was always pretty damn good in his experience, but because it was Shane. “I’ll fuck, touch, and taste you as much as you want while I’m here.”