Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
He pulled away from Ansel’s lips with a groan. “Damn, you are an instant fucking inferno.”
Ansel didn’t reply, he chased Fitch’s mouth until they reconnected. His deft tongue took control and deepened the mating like he was just as frantic, just as wild. Ansel ground against his denim-covered thigh so hard it had to hurt. They separated only to breathe, Ansel pressing quick kisses on his jaw, neck, and over to his ear.
But, suddenly Ansel stiffened with a groan. “Shit, I almost forgot.”
Undaunted and determined not to be distracted, Fitch grazed his teeth down Ansel’s neck and smiled when his lover shivered in reaction.
“Fitch,” Ansel moaned in frustration. “I’m late. I have to get to the club.”
“Mmm, I’m not done feasting on you yet.”
Ansel pushed at his arm. “I can’t be late. I had to miss a few rehearsals and need to run through the changes to choreo before our show.”
With a sigh, Fitch stopped what he was doing enough to look into Ansel’s face, but he didn’t remove his hands from their home on his ass.
“When do you have to be there?”
“Eight.”
Reluctantly, he reached into his pocket for his phone to read the time.
“It’s seven-twenty. I can drive to the club in ten minutes, fifteen at most. How long do you need to get ready?”
The corner of Ansel’s mouth rose and he shook his head. “I have to change and grab my makeup and stuff. Five minutes.”
Fitch gave his most feral grin. “That gives me twenty minutes to fuck you until you can’t stand.”
Those full painted lips parted on a breath. “I don’t have any supplies. I wasn’t expecting...”
Fitch shoved his phone back in his pocket. “Okay, so no fucking.”
“Blow jobs?”
“Tempting, but I don’t think I could stand not kissing you.” As proof he pressed his lips to Ansel’s.
“A good old-fashioned grind then.” Ansel flashed his trademark smirk.
He cupped Ansel’s bruised face and rubbed a thumb along his playful lip. “Damn, Angel, I’ve missed you.”
Ansel lowered his gaze, hiding his eyes behind thick lashes.
“No, don’t do that, not anymore, not again.” With one finger he lifted Ansel’s chin and stared into cautious eyes. “I missed you so much. Do you hear me? When you shut the door it was like you shut out the sun. All the light, the warmth, the joy, it all vanished and there was an Ansel-shaped hole in my world. I won’t let you hide anymore, Angel.”
There was a tense moment of silence between them, and in that single breath Fitch waited like he was on the edge of a cliff expecting someone to push him over.
“I missed you too,” Ansel finally whispered, the green of his eyes twinkling like emeralds.
Fitch was caught up in their brilliance while he struggled to calm his racing heart.
“It’s difficult for me to believe what you say,” Ansel continued. “Or to trust the way you look at me. I’m not sure I will ever think it’s real.”
“Then I’ll keep looking at you and saying things until you get tired of it. I don’t know what this is—” he gestured between them “—but it is more fucking real than anything else in my life.”
“Mine too.”
Fitch rested his forehead on Ansel’s. “So, about this grinding business.”
Ansel’s laugh destroyed whatever tension was left between them and sent it scattered to the floor like dust.
“Okay, Grumpy Bear,” he said, reaching for the hem of Fitch’s shirt and pulling it off. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
* * *
At seven forty-four, Fitch pulled up outside the club.
“Door-to-door service and an orgasm in less than thirty minutes, beat that, Uber.” He smiled smugly at Ansel in the passenger seat.
“You’re the best.” Ansel leaned across the center console and kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”
“I’m just going to park and be right behind you.” And maybe stop by a convenience store to pick up condoms and lube.
“You’re coming to the show?”
“Is that a problem?”
Ansel shook his head. “I’m rusty. Haven’t rehearsed all week.” His hand rose to touch his eye. The discoloration had faded but was not completely healed. “And I can’t afford to skip the private dances again. I’m going to need all the cash I can get.”
“I’ll wait all night if I have to, Angel, but I’m taking you home tonight.”
“You don’t have to, I can ride the subway like always.”
“Sorry, you’re not getting rid of me. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He winked. “Consider this your intermission. Act two begins later.”
The chuckled reply was full of indulgence. “If you insist.”
“I do. Now go before I get ticketed for double-parking and causing a traffic jam.”
Ansel gathered his bags and opened the door to slide out. Before he closed it, he turned and leaned in, his tongue peeking out like he wanted to say something but didn’t know the right words. Fitch remained silent, waiting.