Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He’s here for you.
He wanted to believe it was that easy.
He’d waited for a gesture like that for years. A genuine, out in the open move that would prove he was ready for more. Ready to go public with his feelings.
After their first kiss and Solomon’s reaction to it, Hugo thought that being into men was new for him. That he was a late-blooming gay and, like his cousin Owen, he’d only discovered his preference after spending time with someone he was genuinely attracted to.
Younger was so repressed with everyone but him, that for a while Hugo let himself believe he was special. Let it go to his head. He’d been so sure that if he were patient, the man who reacted to his touch as if he’d seen God for the first time would come around. Open up. Give him more.
But the truth was that Solomon Finn hadn’t been a late bloomer at all.
For Hugo, it was the discovery that he’d been leading a separate life since he’d turned eighteen that made him finally give up on his fantasy.
The truth had slipped out. They were collapsed in the back of his SUV, Solomon’s head in Hugo’s lap while he talked about whatever came to mind, not wanting their time to be over.
He never wanted their time to be over.
When Hugo asked about his first love, Solomon had told him there hadn’t been one. And then he’d told him why.
“There are too many people relying on me. It was always easier not to get emotionally attached. To take care of the physical urge and move on.”
He’d been too shocked to react. It was a hard kick to the ego, but even harder on his heart.
If a man could spend over twenty-years slipping out of town now and then without having a single qualm about lying to his family—even the gay members of his family—he would never be the kind of man that could give Hugo a real relationship. Why would he want to? He already had the best of both worlds, and with him he didn’t even have to leave town.
He’d realized then that if he let him, Solomon would lead Hugo on for the rest of their lives, giving just enough to keep him coming back without offering his heart.
He couldn’t live like that. No matter how much he wanted Younger.
Still wanted him.
He’d woken up this morning with his hand on his dick and Younger’s name on his lips. When Robert brought his friend over, intent on setting Hugo up for his birthday with an attractive, self-confident black man, all he could think about was blue eyes filled with need and a mouth he ached to be inside again.
He looked down at his bulging jeans and swore. He couldn’t go back out there like this. Not when he knew everyone would be watching him like a hawk after his initial reaction to Solomon’s arrival.
Reaching into the bedside drawer for the lube that he’d stocked there since he hit puberty, he swiftly undid his pants. Quick and dirty. That’s what he needed to get through dinner with the man he craved right across the table, smiling innocently at his mother with the same lips that used to beg for his cock.
He almost wished Younger would knock on the door to check on him. Hugo would drag him inside and take out his frustrations on him instead, tangling his hands in all that thick blond hair before guiding him to his knees.
Hugo wrapped a tight fist around his shaft and started to jerk it, imagining Younger in his blue shirt and perfect tie, his mouth wide and eager around him.
“Is this why you’re here? Did you miss my cock that much?”
Arousal rolled up his spine in waves and had him biting back a loud moan. He loved Younger’s oral fixation. Loved that once he’d gotten a taste, he’d wanted it every time they got together.
They’d never gone as far as Hugo wanted to, with Solomon on all fours, cheeks spread as he took Hugo’s cock. He’d wanted to claim him in more ways than Chief Finn could have ever imagined. Wanted to see how much he could take, then give him more.
The moment he’d realized Solomon was a natural bottom, that the tough, uptight officer of the law wanted to be ridden and controlled, his desires had become harder to ignore.
He set his hand on the bed for balance, looking down to watch his cock pumping wetly through his fist while he thought about Younger begging. Younger tied up and begging for release as Hugo paid him back for these long months without him with every pounding, jarring thrust.
Want to fuck you so hard you can’t live without it. Make you need it.
“Need to fuck you,” he muttered out loud, grunting as his knees pressed into the bed, his hand a blur as he reached for his climax. “Let me fuck—ungh. Jesus.”