Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Damn. You get any better...damn.”
“Good?” Garrick looked up, eyes sparkling.
“Fuck you. You know it is. Too good.”
“Excellent.” Garrick seemed to take his words as a challenge to redouble his efforts, sucking hard while his hand jacked the base of Rain’s cock. The movement of his fingers made his balls tingle, made his legs start to tense. It had been too long and much as he wanted to savor this, his body seemed to have other plans.
“Damn it. Close. Don’t wanna...” Words were failing him, moans and whimpers escaping instead as Garrick did this thing with his tongue around the head of Rain’s cock that had him clutching the sheets to avoid grabbing on to Garrick.
“I want you to. Get close. God, I love your sounds.” Garrick upped his game even further, faster strokes of his hand and mouth, tighter suction, and he moved to using his free hand to play with Rain’s balls and the patch of skin beyond them, skirting close to his rim and making Rain moan more with the memory of how good Garrick fingering and fucking him could be.
“Garrick. Please. Need to—fuck.”
“That’s it. Come for me. Do it,” Garrick pulled back long enough to urge. As he went back to sucking Rain, he used his tongue to milk the underside of Rain’s cock, glorious pressure that made his vision blur and every muscle tense.
“Oh God. That. Right there. Gonna...” He didn’t get much more warning than that out before he was coming. He expected Garrick to pull back, but Garrick stayed with him, stroking him through the climax and swallowing around his cock, a sexy, lewd noise that coaxed out a last wave of pleasure.
“Too sensitive,” he gasped at last, pushing at Garrick’s meaty shoulder.
“Good?” Garrick had a wicked, knowing smile as he returned to lying next to Rain.
“Damn you. You finally did it.” Rain’s voice was sleepy, his whole body heavy and lethargic now, orgasm having chased the last of his restless thoughts away. “I’m dead. Done in. But I owe you—”
“Nothing. You don’t owe me anything. Just you, here. That’s everything. All I need, promise.”
“Gonna hold you to that.” As his eyes fluttered shut, Rain wanted to believe him in the worst way, wanted to believe that he could be everything Garrick wanted, everything he needed, wanted to believe that they could be that for each other. He wanted to believe that they could work things out, that Garrick was right and that they could figure out a future together. He wasn’t sure he trusted that as much as Garrick did, but as sleep claimed him, he clung to the idea that maybe, just maybe this could work out.
Chapter Twenty-One
Plop. Garrick woke up to sixty-odd pounds of dog wiggling her way between Rain and him, interrupting a sexy dream and causing Rain to make a startled noise and roll away from Garrick.
“Cookie! I was having such a good dream too.” He shoved at her bulk but couldn’t move the stubborn beast. In the dream, everything had been back to normal between them, no big talk looming, no hard questions or lingering awkwardness, and he wouldn’t have minded staying in that happy, floaty place a little longer.
“Oh yeah?” Rain opened an eye. “Tell me about it?”
“It’d be more fun to show you, but I think someone isn’t going to let up until we take her o-u-t.”
Proving him right, Cookie wiggled, tail thumping against the mattress.
“I think she can spell now. Why couldn’t you rescue a dumb and lazy dog instead of this one who thinks she’s part rooster?” Sitting up, Rain stretched, covers pooling in his lap, and bare torso giving Garrick all sorts of ideas that he wasn’t going to be able to do anything about.
“I’ll start the coffee if you want to get dressed and find the leash.” Still in boxers from the night before, Garrick transferred to his chair.
Cookie leaped off the bed, racing out of the room.
“Damn. I think someone missed me.”
“She’s not the only one.” Garrick squeezed Rain’s bare ass as he passed.
“Good. Can I borrow a T-shirt? I think I’ve got shorts here somewhere.”
“Help yourself. We need to get you your own drawer.”
“Careful. I might go getting the idea you want to keep me around.”
“Hey.” Garrick pulled him into his lap. “I do want you around. A lot. I’m not offering to be nice or practical. I want you to keep stuff here. I want you here, as long as you want to stay. I fucked up in thinking I could let you go without it gutting me.”
“Yeah, well, walking away, that gutted me. I’ve done a ton of thinking since our fight, and you’re not the only one who fucked up, but I can’t deny that you hurt me when you pushed me away.”
“I’m sorry.” Chest aching, Garrick pressed a kiss to his neck. “I want you to trust me again. I want to do what it takes to get back to that place. I know it’s going to take time and probably some space too, but I’m willing to do whatever you need to regain that trust.”