Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“Then don’t.” The water pounding over them was still hot, so Ian put his forehead on the tile, hoping for a cool spot. His breathing labored, his head dizzy with what he felt for Hollis now over the bourbon, he thrust his ass back, shuddering when Hollis slid his thumb inside him. “Yeah. Harder.”
Hollis’s thumb left and two fingers shoved back in.
Ian yelled his pleasure. That was what he wanted. He shoved back, crying out again as he was stretched open. “Don’t need more prep,” he panted, putting his cheek against the wall. He writhed and he clenched on Hollis’s fingers, aching to have his cock instead. He wanted that burn.
Hollis lost it. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Planned to finish this in bed. Can’t wait.” He grabbed Ian’s hip and lifted him up on his toes so he could guide himself inside. He pressed in slowly, steadily. He was burning hot, hard as fuck, and the deliberate, firm pressure against Ian’s inner walls made him see stars.
A long, low moan rumbled out of Ian’s throat as he arched his back.
“So sleek, so fucking beautiful.” Hollis ran his hand down Ian’s spine before leaning forward to press his chest against him. Hollis growled and bit his ear, his neck. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in farther, nearly lifting Ian off his feet.
“Agh! Right there. Yes! There!” Ian felt like he could crawl out of his skin. Overwhelmed by the pleasure as Hollis picked up his pace, Ian reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing, and letting out short, hoarse cries with every thrust—cries that seemed to fuel Hollis on even faster.
They moved together, Hollis kissing anywhere his lips landed, and Ian reaching up to cup the side of Hollis’s head as he stood on his toes. He turned, his lips hitting Hollis’s jaw. Their lips slid together, Hollis groaning into his mouth.
Hollis suddenly pulled back, braced his feet farther apart, hunched down, and held tight onto Ian’s hips. “I’m close! Fuck!” He slid his hand around and one wrap of his fingers on the top of Ian’s dick sent him over the edge. The back of his head hit Hollis’s shoulder as he bucked and shot onto the shower wall, the pleasure so blinding and white-hot, he lost himself in a haze of release.
A yell sounded behind him as Hollis came inside him, his big body quaking as he held Ian close. “Holy shit, GQ. You…you…” He pulled out and turned Ian to face him, not seeming to care that the water had gone lukewarm. He wrapped both arms around Ian and lifted him into a crushing hug.
Ian was again thankful for the mat because this happened a lot.
“You,” Hollis said into his neck and again, he didn’t finish whatever he was trying to say.
“Us,” Ian answered, his voice even raspier now. “This is us.”
Chapter 5
Ian had both hands wrapped around his travel mug of coffee as if it were his only lifeline. The pounding behind his eyes was starting to ease but not enough to remove his sunglasses even inside the house. His stomach felt queasy, but the piece of toast he’d managed at home was soaking up the last of that.
“Can you do me a favor today?” Ian asked, keeping his voice barely over a whisper. Hollis smiled at him and there was a little part of Ian that hated his boyfriend’s ability to shrug off the stupid amount of bourbon they’d all drank the night before. “Could you take away Rowe and Noah’s sledgehammers? I don’t think I can survive another day of banging.”
Hollis stepped closer to Ian and carefully wrapped his arms around Ian’s shoulders, pulling him against his chest. “You could have stayed home today. I would have totally understood.”
“No,” he said sharply then winced. “I promised to help this weekend, and I’m not backing out of a promise.”
“You also didn’t expect to get trashed last night.”
Ian sniffed but laid his head on Hollis’s chest. “Not leaving. And last night was worth it.”
“Damn, GQ, last night was incredible.” He could feel Hollis chuckle rather than hear it before he pressed a kiss to the top of Ian’s head. “Well, it looks like we got most of the demolition done yesterday, so we won’t need the sledgehammers. We need to finish some cleanup and then we can install stuff. We can save the hammering until later when your headache is gone.”
“Thank God,” he murmured, leaning harder against Hollis, soaking in the affection while he could.
They had only moments more of peace and quiet before Snow, Jude, Lucas, and Andrei rolled in together. Jude and Andrei were both looking a little ragged, while Lucas and Snow appeared to have shrugged off the alcohol like Hollis. But then he’d heard plenty of stories about their debauched years. They’d either never lost their tolerance, or they had some magic potion to cure hangovers they weren’t sharing. Bastards.