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)
“Then hurry and give me your nut, baby. Wanna feel it.”
“Fuuuck,” Van gritted out as Shane felt the cock inside him expand, felt it jerk as Van squeezed him so hard, he would leave marks, as he felt Van’s come unload inside him.
“Christ, I can’t wait.” He pulled off Van, felt his semen run down his ass crack. Shane pushed Van’s legs back, spit on his dick, letting the wetness blend with the slickness of the pre-come already there. It would have to work.
He pushed into Van’s hole. So tight and hot against his bare cock. Van cried out. Shane only pumped twice before he unloaded, before blast after blast shot into Van’s ass.
He fell on top of him. They were a pile of sweaty limbs and heavy breaths. Neither of them spoke as they came down, as they held each other. The bed was wet with all their body fluids and they lay in the middle of it.
They fell asleep like that.
Shane woke Van sometime in the middle of the night, kissing him. They made love slowly that time, kissing and whispering together as they did.
That time when Shane came in Van’s ass, he said, “I love you. Fuck, I love you so much.”
“I know,” Van replied. “I love you too.”
They didn’t leave the apartment all day Saturday. They fucked sometimes, made love others. Van painted and Shane watched. They showered together and ate together and just enjoyed being together while it lasted.
When Shane got on the plane the next morning, he left part of his heart behind.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Van wasn’t digging the long-distance thing.
The two weeks since Shane left had been even harder than the previous six weeks without him.
He’d never been in love before. Never wanted to hear someone’s voice every day and wake up next to them every morning and go to sleep with them every night.
He’d never missed someone like that.
When he first moved to Los Angeles, he hadn’t missed anyone. He’d been clinging to his freedom and possibilities and though LA still represented that to him because it always would and he would always love it, it was somehow claustrophobic now. How a place so large could feel that way he didn’t know but it did.
It was empty.
Lonely.
Because he wanted his man.
Jesus, this love stuff was different. Made him feel all sorts of things he hadn’t known he was missing.
“You’ve been quiet,” his friend Ian said. They were in their favorite West Hollywood bar, one Van had danced and drank at many times before, but he wasn’t feeling it tonight.
“I know. It’s slightly ridiculous but I miss my guy.”
“Jesus, you really fell for this small-town boy, didn’t you?”
Van cocked a brow at him. “You forget I was a small-town boy, too. And yeah.” He shrugged. “I love him.”
“The sex must be fucking incredible.” Ian visibly trembled.
Van took a drink of his Jack and Coke. “The sex is the best I’ve ever had. Incredible doesn’t even cover it.”
“Why doesn’t he move here?” Ian asked. “It’s fucking LA. Has to be better than where he’s at.”
“No. Not better. Different but not better.” Van hadn’t thought he would ever say that. He’d hated Last Chance for most of his life, but now he missed it. Missed the quiet of it. The closeness. Of course, that could be because he missed Shane too. “He has responsibilities in Last Chance. He can’t come here.”
“Shitty. You guys open then? So you can still fuck when you’re apart?”
Heat scorched through Van’s body. He’d kill anyone who touched Shane. Wouldn’t want anyone’s hands on him either. “Nope. That wouldn’t work for us. I’m a jealous motherfucker.”
“You never have been before.” He’d known Ian for years. They’d experienced a lot together—both coming from small towns to get away from family who didn’t know how to love them.
“I’ve never been in love before.” He winked before looking at his phone. “Speaking of…I have a Skype session in thirty minutes. I’ll talk to you later.” He tossed a twenty on the bar, kissed Ian’s cheek and went home to see his man.
*
Shane sat on his back deck, listening to the birds.
He was going to work in a few minutes, but found himself sitting out here for a while first.
He inhaled a deep breath, let it try to cleanse his lungs, and it didn’t work.
His house felt too quiet. He’d always enjoyed the quiet but now it was a loud echo in his ears.
He’d spent hours in his studio since coming home from LA. He and Van Skyped sometimes while he was working there. The shop was going well and his mom was on a long stretch of being okay. He’d been scared his leaving would cause her to break, had been on pins and needles for it but it hadn’t happened.
He should be happy.
He was happy.
But he was lonely too.