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)
“Dad helped me with her when he dropped me off. No more excuses—bed.”
“Okay, okay.” Too tired to even worry about the dishes, he followed Garrick to the bedroom. But somehow after shucking his robe and climbing under the puffy bedding, his mind started racing, disjointed flashes of the past several days combined with future worries about him and Garrick along with the present awareness of Garrick stripping down to boxers and joining him under the covers. He shifted restlessly against the sheets.
“Problem?” Garrick rolled so that his arms were open for Rain to snuggle in against him, which was nice but only made the revving in his pulse that much stronger. Garrick smelled like his soap, no trace of fire, and Rain reveled in the clean, familiar scent.
“Tired. So tired. But my brain won’t shut off.”
“Oh, I know the cure for that.” Garrick waggled his eyebrows at Rain before he pulled him closer. Giving Rain ample time to object or roll away, he slowly lowered his mouth, gracing Rain with the sweetest, softest kiss he’d ever known. “This okay?”
“More than.” Rain tugged him down for another kiss. God, he’d missed this man so much, been so worried he’d never have this again. First the argument, then the fire. The fear had been real, and he pushed all of that into the kiss, into the way he clung to Garrick. He needed this on some primal level, had needed it for days, and now that he was getting it, all he could do was moan and kiss Garrick harder.
Luckily, Garrick seemed to need it every bit as much, claiming Rain’s mouth with aggressive nips and licks that had Rain writhing against his big, hard body. Wanting to lose himself in this, he rolled to his back, taking Garrick with him. They didn’t kiss like this very often, Garrick on top, but Rain loved it, loved all his heaviness and bulk and the way it chased out every rogue thought until the only thing he knew was this kiss, this moment right here.
“Still good?” Garrick asked as he kissed his way across Rain’s still-scruffy jaw to tease his ear and neck.
“Fuck, yeah.” Rain wasn’t as sensitive there as Garrick but it still felt electric, each little lick a fresh wave of arousal. Shifting on the bed, Garrick kissed a determined path down Rain’s neck and chest, pausing to flick at each of his nipples with the tip of his tongue, little teases that had Rain groaning. But then Garrick continued south, licking down Rain’s sternum, sexy intent clear in his eyes.
“Hey, I didn’t mean—”
“I did.” Garrick dropped a kiss right above Rain’s underwear, hooking his fingers in the silky purple fabric. “Damn. You are so fucking sexy in these. Please?”
“I’d kinda rather something for both of us.” Rain’s gasp as Garrick continued to lick along his waistband called him a liar. Did he want Garrick’s mouth? Well, of course. That was like asking if he wanted frosting on his cake. But getting oral had always made him feel weirdly on display and like he should be doing more for the other person. For all he liked showing off, being this kind of focal point made his neck itch. Want battled with unease in his gut.
“This is for me too.” Garrick stroked his thighs, big thumbs caressing Rain’s hip bones. “I’ve been dying to do this. Trust me?”
“I do,” Rain said quietly, relaxing by degrees under Garrick’s intent gaze, his warm breath that close to Rain’s cock an undeniable turn-on. “I just like getting you off too.”
“You do. A lot. If anything, our sex life is always about me, what I’m up for, what I can do, and what I need. Let me do this for you? Please?” He lightly kissed Rain’s straining cock through the thin fabric. Yeah. Rain wanted this, wanted to see what Garrick had in mind, and that want trumped his initial reservations, made him groan.
“Like I could say no with you asking all sweetly to suck my cock. Do it.” Plenty into the idea now, he helped wriggle out of his underwear when Garrick tugged them down. Laughing, Garrick peppered the shaft of Rain’s cock with little kisses.
“Been a while since I did this, so tell me if I do it wrong.” Still teasing, he traced a meandering path along the underside of Rain’s cock, barely there touches that had Rain struggling not to buck his hips and had him moaning softly.
“Ha. You know exactly what you’re doing. And no such thing as—fuck.” He lost track of what he’d been about to say as Garrick finally took him in his mouth, tight, hot suction that was the definition of perfection. “That. Just do that.”
Humming happily, Garrick swallowed his cock deeper, setting a slow, shallow rhythm with a lot of tongue action. And okay, it was hard to worry about being the center of attention when it felt so damn good, little bursts of pleasure that skated up his spine. Garrick seemed to know exactly how to tease all the most sensitive places, and his hands stayed active too, one hand holding Rain’s cock steady while the other roamed all over his torso, dual onslaught.