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 couldn’t let it mean everything, but it definitely made his decision easier.
He made it through cake and conversation, as well as a few glasses of the wine Solomon had brought for dinner before he started to wonder if the night would ever end.
Now that he wanted a chance to talk to Solomon alone, there never seemed to be an opportunity.
Did his family always linger so long over coffee? Did Bronte have to keep bringing up Solomon’s cousin, William? He must have pissed her off more than Hugo realized, because she still wanted to sock him in the jaw.
By the time Thoreau had left for the night and Emerson had gone to tuck the boys into his old room, he’d decided he’d had enough.
He got to his feet. “I need some fresh air. Younger?”
He was being obvious, but he wasn’t willing to wait until tomorrow to say what he needed to say. They had to get a few things straight, now, before he talked himself out of it.
“I’ll join you. Excuse me Cassandra, Foster.” Solomon followed him without a word, both of them slipping into their jackets in silence.
On the porch, he grabbed Solomon’s uninjured hand without a word, fast-walking through the cold toward the garage apartment, tugging Solomon under the staircase between buildings.
“What are you—”
“I need you to listen,” he interrupted, pressing him against the wall and burrowing into his heat. “This is important.”
“I’m listening,” Solomon said immediately, surprised and breathless at the contact.
“I wasn’t expecting you to show up. Especially not after yesterday. I know you. You’d hate thinking you talked too much. Shared too much.”
“You’re right. I did hate it.”
“But you still came. You’re still here. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do about that. How I’m supposed to feel.”
Solomon looked away, his shoulders stiff as if he were waiting for a blow to the head. Or a rejection. “I can leave.”
Hugo turned his head toward him again, looking him in the eyes. “I’m the law around here, Younger. Not you. I make the rules and I’m not ready for you to leave right now.”
He slid his other hand down the front of Solomon’s jeans and swore, cupping the erection he knew he’d find. “If this is going to happen, if you want this to happen as much as I do, you have to do what I say. Follow my lead.”
A shudder rippled through the tall body pressed against him. “I can do that. As long as you don’t stop what you’re doing.”
Hugo squeezed Solomon’s cock in warning, unable to stop himself. “You don’t know what I want yet.”
“You’re touching me,” Solomon growled. “Fuck if I’m going to argue. Fuck anything else.”
Hugo couldn’t wait another minute to kiss him. It was better than he remembered. The stubble scraping his palm, the long hair he instantly sunk his fingers into.
How could it be better?
He’d missed the things this man could do with his tongue. It made him wild. So wild he was outside in the cold, undoing both their pants so he could finally get some relief.
When Solomon choked out a groan at the contact he lifted his lips. “No fucking anything else. Anyone else. No extra people or trips out of town. You and I are the only ones at this party.”
“Only you, I swear.” Solomon gripped both their erections in his hand and Hugo moaned, rocking instinctively against him. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. Let me taste you. Let me suck your cock.”
“Not this time, Younger. This time you need to know exactly what I want from you.”
Hugo met his gaze and stuck two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet. He could actually see Solomon’s eyes dilate with apprehension and lust.
“That’s right.” He slid his hand around and down into Solomon’s loosened pants, burrowing beneath his underwear. “That’s right, Younger. I’m not waiting for an engraved invitation anymore. Not waiting for you to make the first move.”
He slipped between the firm cheeks he wanted to bite and circled the opening, stroking until he slid one finger inside his ass.
“Fuck. Hugo. Fuck.” Solomon was breathless. His hand stilled on their hard shafts.
“Don’t stop. Just breathe out and relax. You can take it. Fuck, you’re tight but I know you can take it. I’ll work you for hours with my mouth and fingers to get you ready to take everything.”
Solomon’s moan was a little too loud and Hugo cut it off with his mouth, adding another finger. God he felt good.
“I get this,” he finally whispered against his lips “That’s rule one. I’ve wanted inside for years and there’s no work to hide behind now. Nothing holding us back. If you want me, tell me this is mine.”
“Hugo,” he panted, blue eyes dark with hunger. “It feels… Yes. Yours. It’s yours.”
Victory rushed through him like a shot of strong whiskey, heating his blood. “I’ll make it so good, Younger. I’ll take my time.”