Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Just the hair, okay?” El mumbled, knowing he was opening the floodgates. He let out a little hiss when Trig palmed his throat and opened his warm mouth against the side of El’s neck, sucking and licking while water splashed all over, drizzling down their naked bodies.
Was that a no?
“You sure you aren’t dirty anywhere else?”
Why the fuck did Trig have to be so irresistible? El’s toes curled at the memory of the firm cock riding him only an hour prior. Without thinking, he spread his legs. They said you couldn’t step into the same river twice, and that much was true, because Trig wasn’t the same man. He’d been changed by the life he’d led after their separation, but the riverbed was still the same, and the water warmer than ever before, with a gentle current that could turn rapid at any moment.
“I could hardly expect you to—”
But Trig’s other hand already headed south, across El’s hip, until it rested on his buttock. His thumb ghosted over the crack, pushing in, toward the hole.
Sex for El had been a come-and-go kind of thing in the past few years. Transient, occasional, and devoid of attachment, sometimes found on Grindr, sometimes started with a chance encounter at a bar. A rational person would have accused Trig of trying to manipulate El into becoming his boyfriend again, but El knew better.
Trig wanted to crawl under his skin and live there.
The moan escaping El’s lips was proof that he was losing his mind and that all the walls he’d erected were crumbling faster than he could mend them.
“Are you sore?” Trig asked, holding him with his other hand. It was the same question he’d voiced after the first night they had anal sex.
El had taken a long time to loosen up, and once Trig had managed to get his cock inside him, he ended up coming in under a minute. Thankfully, their second try, half an hour later, had been easier, and the third, late at night—even more so. They’d scrabbled some cash together for a motel room, and while it had been awkward, El still remembered it as magical in its own way. So much time had passed, and neither of them was a horny teenager anymore, but Trig’s touch still felt achingly familiar.
He whimpered when the coarse thumb returned between his cheeks, this time covered with soap, and rubbed it in the crack, wiping away whatever cum was left after the quick cleanup in the restrooms upon their arrival at the truck stop.
Water streamed down their bodies, sometimes getting into El’s eyes, but at least the sound it made when hitting the tiles made his gasps less obvious. He was putty in Trig’s hands. Helpless like that kitten he claimed he wasn’t.
“A bit. But it’s a good sore,” he said, already sensing sparks of excitement in his balls.
Trig hummed but took his hand away, leaving El to push back toward him with a needy whimper that shouldn’t have been voiced. “You’re so sexy when you’re in heat,” Trig said, reaching for more soap while El’s cock rose to attention.
“It’s been a while, okay?” El huffed, and when he attempted to run his injured hand through his hair, Trig grabbed it and returned it to the wall where it would be safe and dry.
“Are you saying you’ve been celibate?” Trig asked, cupping El’s head and gently massaging the bare scalp before digging into the strip of hair at the top. He even washed the scar tissue and what was left of El’s ear.
“You know I haven’t. It’s just the last two months. They’ve been… hectic.”
Hectic with his grand business idea of a truck driver friend transporting drugs into Canada. El had agreed to do the job for the Moreno cartel and had taken full responsibility, the friend had ended up being a traitor, and with the fallout looming above his head like an axe, El had little time to think of trivial things like sex.
Yet now that Trig was here, touching felt more important than breathing.
“Don’t you worry. You can rest on my watch. I could even get you a sun chair for tanning in the yard,” Trig teased as he washed El’s hair. They used to groom each other a lot, like two animals bonding through touch long before their friendship had turned into something more. El had even been the one to pierce Trig’s ears.
“What else? Cocktails and an all-you-can-eat buffet? ‘Cause I bet that’s a staple for the Coffin Nails MC.” And yet he arched into Trig, unwilling to deny himself a moment of pleasure, because those never lasted long for him.
They used to love Chinese buffets and whenever they could afford to splash out on a date in one, they’d stuff their faces to the point of getting nasty looks from the staff. Tonight, Trig would be his buffet, and El had to get his fill of him for a lonely lifetime to come.