Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Gray hummed through a shiver and closed his eyes.
There was nothing quick about Darius’s seduction, though. He took his time kissing, licking, nipping, and touching him. His rough, callused hands elicited the best shudders and spiked the desire.
“Fuck,” Gray whispered. His cock was engulfed in wet, tight heat. As he searched blindly for the lube on the nightstand, his free hand came to Darius’s hair. “God, that feels so good.”
The best part about blow jobs from Darius was that he was always a handsy guy. And he knew what an ass-slut Gray was. Darius sucked him hard and rubbed his tight sac, gripped the base of his cock firmly, teased his ass, and kneaded the fleshy parts of his thighs.
“Hnngh.” Gray parted his legs and threaded his fingers into Darius’s hair. “Fuck, more. Your fingers, baby.”
Darius gave him what he needed. He pushed his thumb inside, without lube like Gray preferred it. He just fucking loved that sting. He didn’t want lube until there was a cock involved. Even then, spit worked fine.
Gray moaned and felt the desperation surging forward. “Christ. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Gimme your cock.”
Darius swirled his tongue around the head of Gray’s cock before releasing him. “Get on all fours.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
As Darius slicked up his cock, Gray fetched the towel from his shower and fanned it out in the middle of the bed. Then he got into position and wiggled his ass for his man.
Darius chuckled huskily and dipped down, nuzzling the cheeks. “You have the most fuckable little ass, baby boy.”
Fuck yeah, the beast was out to play. He loved it when Darius got all dirty and rough.
“I feel like I’m gonna get loud tonight,” Gray admitted. “I wanna beg you to tear me the fuck up.”
Begging still didn’t come easy, which he’d told Darius. It remained somewhat of a hang-up from being in captivity, even though there were exceptions. Sometimes he had to, sometimes it felt wrong.
“Might as well take the opportunity to let me hear you,” Darius murmured. He stroked Gray’s spine and rubbed the head of his cock against the opening. “As soon as the boys move in, we’ll have to get sneakier.” He killed Gray’s lovesick smile by forcing his cock deep inside Gray’s ass, effectively stealing his breath and his ability to act like a functional human being. “Fuck. It’s like coming home.”
Gray gasped sharply, eyes wide, and got swept away by the intense burn.
The pleading groan followed, embarrassingly loudly, when he succumbed to all the sensations and started meeting Darius’s thrusts. He filled him over and over, his fingers digging into Gray’s hips, and his sexy sounds falling from his mouth. There were four of them, all equally hot. Low growls, hissing, whispered curses, and ragged groans. Gray had memorized them all.
Darius was right. This was like coming home. Gray would never get enough.
Twenty-Three
Three months and one white lie later, Gray and Darius picked up Jayden and Justin at the shelter for the last time.
Being approved as foster parents was no guarantee they’d be granted the final adoption later on, but it was a huge step in the right direction, and they had an incredible support system. The lie was a tiny one; they’d put down that they had been together for three years rather than six months, because the truth could be misconstrued. The truth could indicate that it’d been a rushed decision, and the mere idea had kept Gray up at night before they submitted their paperwork.
Now, after classes, meetings, interviews, and home visits, they received the reward.
The cabin was about to become the home of four misfits who’d entered one another’s lives without regard for timing or readiness. Four misfits who all needed help in one way or another, and what better solution was there than to band together as a family?
Gray and Darius had spent all spring preparing for this day. The perimeters had been secured, Darius was satisfied with the surveillance and protection, the crops’ biggest enemies were crows—but everything was better than larger predators—a low wooden fence had been erected along the stream to prevent curious boys from seeing if their Aquaman figures could swim, and two rooms had been turned into havens for goofballs.
Mom had helped. A lot.
If Jayden had to look at color samples for another shade of green again, Gray was fairly certain the boy was gonna blow a fuse. Poor kids had been overwhelmed by so many choices. Choices they’d never had before.
It was why they had decided against a welcome-home party tonight. Their parents were coming over for a low-key barbecue, but that was it. The rest would have to wait. Besides, Gray had an early shift at the inn tomorrow, and Darius hadn’t gotten off work until two AM last night.
“We ready to go home?” Gray closed the trunk and gestured for the kids to pile into the Wagoneer.