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)
From the kids at the youth center. You left this behind. Younger.
He thumbed through the penciled in hearts and misspelled poetry and his vision blurred. He remembered how proud he was to see his fellow officers interacting with the kids at the center, knowing he’d been a part of making that happen. He’d helped some of the smaller children write out their Thank You cards, but he didn’t know they’d done anything for him.
“Oh that’s good.” Austen sounded impressed. “This guy is either the real deal or he’s a professional player, and he does awkward and uncomfortable too well for it to be an act. Either way, he knows how to push your buttons.”
Yes, he did. All his buttons were pushed and the alarm sirens around his heart were blaring out a warning.
Danger Ahead!
Chapter Five
Solomon had been staring at the message on his phone for the last fifteen minutes.
I know you can’t text that well with your arm in a sling, so I’m not making any sexting rules. Yet. On my way now. Be ready for anything.
He’d been beyond ready all night long. Now he was restless. Edgy. He hadn’t been able to sleep thinking about the things Hugo had said to him. The things he’d done.
Hugo wanted to fuck him. That point had been driven home last night with one hell of a climax. He didn’t want to question the sudden change in behavior because it meant Hugo was touching him again. Wanting him again. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Why now? What happened between the emergency room and their kiss goodnight that made Hugo stop pushing him away and start setting new parameters? Making those rules about keeping things casual.
Tell me this is mine.
What he wanted didn’t sound casual. He was asking for a hell of a lot more than blowjobs and jerk off sessions. More than Solomon had given the men he’d hooked up with in the past. Not since that first time.
No one likes the first time.
It was true for him. The older bartender had been handsome and skilled at foreplay, but in the end he hadn’t cared that Solomon was a virgin. He hadn’t cared whether or not his partner was ready or enjoyed himself. He’d only wanted to get off.
Solomon hadn’t been willing to give someone else that kind of control over his body since. With Hugo it was different and it always had been. Not only because of the chemistry between them, but Solomon’s need to give. It was more than physical for him. He needed to give Hugo what he wanted. He got pleasure from giving pleasure, in a way he hadn’t experienced before.
He hadn’t counted on it being all Hugo wanted.
It wasn’t his style, but it had been Solomon’s before they’d gotten together, so he knew what it meant. This new start had a built in expiration date. No strings meant temporary.
Bellamy reminded him of all the excuses Seamus had given him to not get into a serious relationship. His children. Bellamy’s lifestyle. He’d knocked down every obstacle because he’d known Seamus would be worth it, he told him. He advised Solomon to do the same.
Make him want more.
Then he and Seamus had taken the kids and told him they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, despite Solomon’s vehement protests.
He knew what they were doing. Jen and her men had offered Rory their place with matchmaking in mind, and in that case it had apparently been the right call.
Seamus was trying to repeat that magic, but Solomon was too old for a sexy sleepover in a borrowed McMansion. He could get laid just fine on his own.
I’ll make it good, Younger. I’ll take my time.
He was taking so much time Solomon was almost ready to climb the walls when he finally knocked on the door.
“Are you ready?”
“For anything,” Solomon answered with a grin, making Hugo’s dimples pop.
He locked up and followed him down the walk toward the driveway, stopping when he saw the classic but incredibly out of place hippie van in front of him. A Volkswagen? “That isn’t your car.”
“That’s correct. It’s my sister, Shelley’s. You like it?”
“I can drive now, you know,” he hedged. “The cast doesn’t bother me, and William brought my SUV back.”
The SUV that wasn’t bright pink with daisy decals and ladybugs stuck along the side.
Hugo crossed his arms stubbornly, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I invited you and I said I’d take care of the details. Unfortunately, I didn’t count on Austen needing to borrow my car for a day conference while hers was in the shop. I also did know Thoreau wouldn’t come home last night, so I had to borrow the Pepto-mobile for the duration. It’s not ideal, but this is the plan and you agreed to follow my rules. So man up and get your ass inside the pretty van, Younger. No arguments.”