Full Domain Read Online Kindle Alexander (Nice Guys #3)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nice Guys Series by Kindle Alexander
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Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 147789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
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“I didn’t think you’d remember,” Kreed said with a smirk as he passed by Aaron and headed up to the porch. Aaron’s eyes followed him up each step.

“I can’t remember what we danced to,” Aaron said, trailing behind him.

“I think you started off dancing to “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails then ended up with “Fuck You Betta” from the stripper playlist on your phone. You were too good at it, even though you said it was your first time. That wasn’t your first lap dance,” Kreed added, opening the back door. His statement didn’t come in the form of a question.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have my moves,” Aaron called out, following along through the back door. The alcohol must have affected him more than he’d realized. Just like with everything else, Kreed had Aaron breaking long-standing rules. He knew how he got when he drank too much. Clothing always became optional. Actually the clothes came off and he became Magic Mike—if only in his own head. Lord, he wondered how red his cheeks had just gotten thinking about the possibility of last night’s show.

“Hang on. I got something for the headache.” Kreed went for the kitchen, and Aaron re-tied the knots holding his towel in place. He watched Kreed pull out several bottles from the cabinet.

“I’m not a Bloody Mary drinker,” Aaron said. He’d just suffer through.

“You haven’t had mine.” Kreed worked at the counter while Aaron went for a handful of Advil and a glass of water. He swallowed, relieved when they stayed down.

“Here. Try this,” Kreed said, handing him a tall, filled glass.

“I don’t think I can.” Aaron held his stomach, scrunching up his face, shaking his head no, but Kreed was having none of that.

“I promise it helps.” Kreed walked Aaron back against the cabinet, reached up, and pinched Aaron’s nose closed, making him swallow some of the drink. Aaron’s stomach roiled as he lifted his hand, taking the glass before moving from under Kreed’s hold, trying to keep from wearing the Bloody Mary.

“Stop!” he yelled. Kreed laughed as he reached over and grabbed his own glass, doing about the same as he’d done to Aaron. He plugged his nose and drank several large gulps. Kreed kept his eyes on Aaron, using his finger to motion for him to start drinking. Once he realized he did feel a little better, he took another drink, only having one moment of worry that maybe everything was coming back up. By the time he got to the bottom of the glass, Kreed had managed to put everything away and was rinsing his glass. He reached for Aaron’s to wash and rinse his too.

“I need a shower. I have sand in terrible places and my ass is sore.” Aaron left the kitchen.

“It should be. What can I say? I’m such a stud,” Kreed called out.

“You could have shown some mercy,” Aaron shot back, walking down the hall.

“You’re the one that used me like a pole,” Kreed called out loudly. Aaron stopped dead in his tracks. He had very little memory of that. He spun around as Kreed turned down the hall. “You gave the words lap dance a whole new meaning.”

“I did not.” But from the sweet twinge in his ass, Aaron figured he probably had.

“And you promised a repeat,” Kreed said suggestively, bypassing Aaron and ducking into the master bath first. Kreed turned on the shower faucet before he started brushing his teeth. Aaron stood in the doorway, waiting for his turn at the sink.

“I’m embarrassed,” he finally admitted.

When Kreed finished, he gathered Aaron up, kissing him lightly on the lips. His breath probably wasn’t in the best condition right now, and he tried to push some distance between them.

“First, I honestly doubt your level of embarrassment. You’ll do anything, anytime, anywhere, and I’ve seen that shit with my own eyes, so I’m calling bullshit. Second, best night of my life, and I’m not sore at all.” Kreed paused as if he contemplated that statement. Then he looked Aaron directly in the eyes and said, “I think you need to change that at some point today.”

Kreed patted him on the ass and ducked inside the shower. That made Aaron smile and eased his tension a little. He shook his head and made his way to the sink to brush his teeth. Kreed yelped—probably at the scalding hot water from the sink faucet he’d just turned on. Aaron quickly turned the faucet off, waited about a minute then flipped it back on. Kreed hollered out again. Yep. That was good to know.

“You did that on purpose,” Kreed yelled, his head popping out around the shower curtain. Aaron only laughed as he finished brushing his teeth before joining Kreed.

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“You mad?” A cool burst of air chilled his skin as Aaron slipped into the shower. The steam rose up around them, along with the smell of cinnamon and evergreen. Aaron brushed against him and his dick grew stiff.

“Nope, but payback is a bitch,” Kreed replied as Aaron stepped under the spray and tipped his head back, wetting himself. Aaron’s nipples pebbled, the little silver rings drawing Kreed’s attention. Kreed slid his fingers up Aaron’s waist, the water rolling down Aaron’s skin as Kreed’s fingers moved higher to touch the dragon tattoo. “So beautiful.”

Aaron opened his blue-gray eyes, capturing Kreed’s gaze with the heated promise they held. He slipped the tip of his pinky finger in the silver loop and tugged, drawing a groan from Aaron’s lips. Kreed bent his head and flicked the ring with his tongue then took Aaron’s nipple between his teeth.

“Kiss me.” Aaron’s voice was ragged and filled with need. He slid strong fingers to the nape of Kreed’s neck and cupped his head.

He spun Aaron around and pushed him against the tiles of the shower wall and kicked his legs apart. He ran a hand up the back of Aaron’s thighs, smoothing them over the perfect roundness of his butt. Aaron tipped his ass back and widened his stance even more. Kreed used his hands to spread Aaron’s ass cheeks and stroked the pink pucker with his thumbs.


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