Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Furi moaned and brought his hand up to rub little circles on Doug’s strong chest. Furi’s cock was responding to Doug’s touch, his deep timbre, his scent, oh man, that scent was absolutely delicious. He smelled like aftershave with a touch of motor oil. “God, it’s been so fucking long.”
Doug’s throaty laugh radiated through Furi’s haze and he had the urge to straddle his best friend.
“Hey, horny boy. Don’t get any ideas.” Doug ran his hands through Furi’s long hair and pulled so that Furi had to look at him. They touched foreheads. “You like this guy. Give him a chance. He might surprise you.”
Doug leaned in and rubbed his smooth jaw against Furi’s cheek. Furi couldn’t have stopped the moan if he’d wanted to. Doug was a sinfully pretty man compared to Syn’s ruggedly handsome face. Both were turn-ons for him.
“Hey?” Doug asked against Furi’s cheek.
“Yeah.”
“My brother said he called and told you the divorce papers were ready to be served last week, but you haven’t given him the go ahead. What’s up?”
He knew Doug could feel his body tense up because he moved his firm grip to the back of Furi's neck and began to massage the knots out. The thought of Patrick knowing where he was scared the shit out of him. If the papers were served, he’d surely come after Furi. Even though he wasn’t asking for anything from Patrick. Except his freedom. The man had made it painfully obvious that Furi did and always would belong to him.
“I just haven’t said okay yet.”
“Furious. Why not? Are you going to let Patrick control you forever?”
“If I have him served with those papers, he’s going to come after me.”
“Then let him come. I’ll be ready for his ass.”
Furi wouldn’t dare put his best friend up against Patrick and Brenden. No fucking way. This was his fight, win or lose. “I’m going call your brother first thing in the morning.”
Doug gave him a skeptical look.
“I promise. First thing.”
“You better.
“I will if you give me a little kiss.” Furi grinned. He was tipsy and horny now. Tequila does that to a man.
“Get the fuck outta here.” Doug laughed and pulled on Furi’s hair. “Just because you have long, soft hair and I’ve had a little to drink, doesn’t mean I’m gonna mistake you for a woman.”
“Don’t want you too. Come on. One little kiss,” Furi moaned.
“Fine. But only because I feel sorry for you. Make it quick.” Doug laughed.
Furi’s head was still resting on Doug’s broad shoulder when he brought his hand up and put it around Doug’s neck to pull him to him. Doug’s smile faded and he looked very serious, Furi thought he was getting mad, but that wasn’t the case at all. Doug closed the distance and pressed his soft lips to Furi's. Both of them gasped in surprise at the initial contact. There was no tongue wrestling or groping. Just his friend giving him a little comfort and some much needed affection. Furi hadn’t been with anyone since he left his husband last year. That’s a long time to go without any sexual contact or the comforting touch of a lover. Furi felt Doug’s strong hand thread through his hair, making him lean back into the touch. His eyes fell closed when he felt Doug place a soft kiss against his throat. But what Doug did next brought tears to Furi’s eyes. Doug wrapped him in his muscled arms and hugged him tight, whispering on the shell of his ear that he’d be okay, that he’d protect him no matter what. It was exactly what Furi needed.
The great part about their contact, there was no awkwardness after they pulled apart. Doug removed his work shirt and boots. He told Furi to put on a movie because he was staying the night since he’d had too much to drink to drive home. Furi put on an action flick and settled back on the couch. Doug reclined, propping his feet up on the small table in front of the couch. He pulled a pillow from behind his back and placed it in his lap, patting it a couple times, telling Furi to lay his head there. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation. Furi laid his head in his friend’s lap and let him run his fingers through his hair. Furi didn’t even get through the opening credits of the movie before his best friend had lulled him into a peaceful sleep with his touch.
‘R.E.S.P.E.C.T.’
Syn tightened his seat belt as God drove like a damn lunatic through the city. He was now on the interstate doing over a hundred miles an hour.
“If the person’s already dead, what’s the damn rush, Cash?” Day grumbled, obviously not liking God’s driving either.
God ignored his passengers and swerved over four lanes, cutting off an eighteen-wheeler and just missing the barrier as he took the exit ramp at seventy.