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)
“I’m close,” he panted against Rain’s mouth.
“That’s right.” Rain pinched one of his nipples while vibrating the other, mouth finding Garrick’s collarbone. He was everywhere Garrick needed him to be, and the buzz from the vibe seemed to be everywhere too, snaking throughout him as his muscles tensed even more.
“Fuck. What are you...” Whatever he’d been about to ask died on a moan as Rain raked his teeth across Garrick’s shoulder. “Yes. That. Right...there...”
And then he was coming, hard, almost painful waves of pleasure as everything went hot and tight and impossibly good before rendering him spent and shaking with the aftermath of it.
“You weren’t...kidding. Nothing...that intense.” He pulled Rain up for a kiss, trying to regain control over his brain while continuing to wallow in how damn good it felt.
“Fabulous. I’m investing in fifty more of these things.” Rain set the egg vibe aside as his finger idly trailed through their mingled come on Garrick’s chest. “You shot, but it sounded almost like it hurt.”
“Did a little. Weird.” The shooting had been an unexpected bonus, another level to the orgasmic sensations. It didn’t happen every climax anymore, but when it did, he noticed it more now, the pleasant ache in his balls, the receding tension in his abs, the increased sensitivity of his cockhead. It was all wonderful, and he struggled with how to explain it. “My muscles get more tense right before, almost painful as it hits, but it’s a good hurt. Deep. And then more limp after. Like an hour in a hot tub relaxed. So good.”
“I’m so glad. And see? Meds are awesome.” Rain kissed his cheek.
“Pretty sure that was more you than the pill, but yeah, I’m maybe a convert.” As much as he wanted to praise Rain, he had to admit it had been nice, not worrying about the erection disappearing and whether it was the pill or the situation or both—the intense climax and getting to share that with Rain had been more than worth any hassle over the meds.
“Me too. That and I’m now a believer in pricey toys. Damn. I’m not comatose, but it’s a close thing.”
“Good.” Garrick held him close, blood still thrumming, both with the aftermath of what they’d done and new ideas for getting Rain even more worn out.
“You hang tight and I’m going to clean up and grab you a towel.” Rolling away from him, Rain released a huge yawn. “It cool if I crash here awhile?”
“As long as you want.” And wasn’t that the truth. There was no one, absolutely no one, he could think of whom he’d rather share this experience with. It wasn’t simply sex and it wasn’t merely getting back something he’d lost. It was deeper. More connected. Shared. Like a journey they got to go on together, exploring and discovering and drawing closer together. He knew full well it was dangerous, getting attached to Rain, getting used to him being here, but hell if he could pull back now.
Chapter Eleven
“Fisher? Rain? Dude! You awake?” One of Rain’s fellow entry-level forest technicians snapped him out of a pleasant fog where he’d been reviewing his entire underwear collection, trying to decide what to wear next time he and Garrick were likely to fool around. Not today, though. This controlled burn project called for long hours for both of them, and Rain would be out here most of the rest of the week on cleanup duty with his crew. He needed to pace himself, and Garrick did too. He’d be lucky to sneak in a few workouts and Cookie’s exercise time, let alone another lengthy sex fest. Luckily, he had his memories of their weekend keeping him warm and far from bored as he waited for their next assigned task. They’d been digging fireline most of the day in preparation for the controlled burn and were nominally on a break, hence the daydreaming.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He pulled at the collar of his forest service shirt, which he wore over a plain black T-shirt. As hot as he found other people in uniforms, he couldn’t wait to peel off his yellow and green duds later and get into something truly comfortable. Like purple lace...
No. Couldn’t be thinking about sexy times while trying to carry on a conversation with a guy who looked ready to audition for a farmer-of-the-month calendar, an earnest young guy with a clean-cut appearance and can-do attitude who blushed every time someone said a curse word.
“Boss wanted to see you.” The guy spoke over Rain’s shoulder like eye contact might be more than he could muster.
“I’m on it.” Rain strode over to where his crew chief was standing with a couple of the more senior members of their group.
“Good work today, Fisher.” O’Connor, the crew chief, was an older woman who’d been with the forest service a long time and was now in charge of all the new forest techs Ryland had hired. “I’ve noticed...”