Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Sometimes he sat on the bottom stair step as Cash worked out, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he thought about the heavy weights tensing his guy’s body.
Cash was a handsome man.
He really, really liked the cocoon he and Cash had created inside these walls.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten high. He didn’t want anything to cloud his time with this big sexy man.
The darkness faded as his eyesight adjusted, seeing the image of the man he loved with his whole heart.
The release of breath Dev gave wasn’t a sigh. Instead, it was a realization. Cash had taken over the furthest recesses of his soul, claiming the space as his own. Sounded cheesy but still true.
Dev let himself go there, willingly experiencing something that had never come voluntarily before. He loved his mother, born that way. He loved his girls before they ever entered the world. He had no choice, it just happened. But loving Cash was a clear, free decision.
To his core, he understood Cash was his. Meant to love and be cared for, for eternity.
He stared at his good, kind, decent man. Cash’s strong jaw led into perfectly plump lips that he was compelled to kiss. The sweep of chestnut hair had a natural wave. Gel and a blow dryer made it straight, a routine Cash went through every single day. Dev liked the waves better, like right now.
The pressure in his heart came from how long he'd waited to confess his love. Now he had to make some grand gesture. Then apologize for not giving Cash the commitment he’d given so freely.
What could he do to repay his lapse?
A candlelit dinner consisting of vegetables and fruits… He scrunched his face in distaste. There was nothing romantic about cauliflower.
Maybe he could take Cash back to the clubhouse and declare himself in front of his brothers. He grinned for about five seconds then immediately nixed the idea. Cash would start cleaning up the clubhouse and miss his oath entirely.
There were other ways, like setting his alarm thirty minutes before Cash wanted to start the day. Do something to make sure Cash remembered him until he arrived back home at night. Sticking with actions said it better than words.
He’d think of something. Dev turned, awkwardly reaching for the condom and lube placed on the nightstand for easy access.
He wasn’t a small guy. In most circles, he’d be considered tall but not compared to Cash in both height and width. He leaned in to kiss Cash’s jaw, relishing the prickly soft overnight growth. If they worked this out, if life continued with them staying together, he wanted Cash to grow out his beard. Maybe let that thick chestnut head of hair grow out too. Something long and easy to grasp from behind…
He'd look like a Scottish warlord. Big and bold. Fierce and scary.
Scare the pants right off Dev. Man, he was funny.
Cash needed back art. He envisioned something that moved and flexed with the natural sway of Cash’s hips as they tucked with every push Dev gave from behind…
Fuck yeah…
Oh hell. That was sexy as fuck.
He placed small light kisses down Cash’s jaw leading to his neck, gently pressing his lips down the center of Cash’s chest. The subtle hints of Cash’s exotic cologne mixed with his heady, unique scent drove Dev to push to his knees between Cash’s thighs, parting his legs. The blanket slid down with him, pooling at his feet.
His cock stiffened even more as he stared at Cash’s rigid length, already ready for him. Cash was always right there, eager for whatever Dev had in mind.
With extreme effort, Dev teased his way around Cash’s cock, giving small little kisses surrounding the hard-on. Since every time was like the first time, he had no choice but to nuzzle his cheek against the warm firmness of Cash’s shaft. He etched the feel into the far recesses of his memory, wanting to recall the touch whenever he needed a Cash fix.
All the feelings mixed with all the physical need was almost too much to process. He cupped Cash’s sac as he buried his nose in the short hairs of Cash’s groin, breathing in the musky scent that was all his guy. He was addicted, no twelve-step program to fix him back to right. He rolled Cash’s balls in his palm, stealing a long lick up Cash’s dick before placing a soft kiss on the tip. He flicked the lid to the lube with his thumb.
His gaze lifted to Cash’s handsome, hooded lids. They were barely open, staring down at him. Yeah, that was exactly where those eyes needed to be.
He squirted a generous portion of lube on his fingers and clicked the top back in place. Any other time, he’d let the lube ooze onto the bedding, not a care to the sheets and blankets that it stained. But Cash would hate that.