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)
This old, mini-Victorian was smaller than most apartments, despite its second level. It was also falling apart, but he’d never been at home enough to worry about it before. Now every creaking floorboard and groaning pipe had come into irritating focus, demanding his attention.
He’d read a few books here and there, watched some YouTube channels Jake had sent him to, and he was slowly but surely fixing the things he could on his own. There was still a lot of work to be done, but he was getting by.
Along with everything else in his life, repairs were needed.
He wished he had another chance to fix the trust he’d broken with Hugo. He wanted to get back to a place where he could do something as simple as talk to him. Take him in his arms and wish him a happy birthday. Kiss him until they both forgot all the shit that came before.
It had been over a year and a half since they’d been together. Longer since he’d allowed himself an anonymous hookup. After Hugo, no one else held any interest. Nothing else came close to the way he made him feel.
He groaned and slid his soap-covered hand down his stomach to brush against his erection. With his dark mood and the nosy imp downstairs, he shouldn’t even think about it. Not to mention the fact that getting off to the memory of a man that had probably moved on to the something better he deserved made him a pathetic jackass.
His cock jerked in his grip and he ground his teeth together, aching for relief. He wanted Hugo’s hands on him. Hugo driving him insane the way only he could. Crazy enough to make him forget where he was, to not care where he was or who might see him.
The way he had the night of Owen’s bachelor party.
“Is this why you volunteered to drive me home before James left?” Hugo laughed, sounding slightly buzzed as he allowed himself to be guided toward the pub’s dark galley kitchen. “You need help with another surprise for your cousin? What’s back here that can top a parade of strippers? A new car?”
“We need privacy.” Solomon’s grip on his elbow tightened when Hugo stopped moving.
“You do know there’s a party going on, right, Chief? Your family, other cops, everyone you know a few feet away from us. Anyone of them could take a wrong turn on the way to the men’s room and—”
Solomon’s kiss put their conversation on pause and they both groaned, melting into each other like chocolate left out in the sun. Months, he thought, his teeth grazing Hugo’s full lower lip. Two months since they’d been alone like this. Since he’d let himself have another teasing taste of heaven.
Pots clanged as he used his body to trap Hugo’s against the nearest stable surface, hands searching greedily beneath his shirt for the silky, toned stomach muscles that contracted on contact. He wanted to lick him there. Trace each ridge and valley with his tongue.
“I thought we weren’t doing this anymore,” Hugo moaned, fingers digging into Solomon’s waist, pulling him closer as the kiss moved from desperate to consuming. “After you drove me home you said we needed to step back.”
He couldn’t forget that night. It played on a constant loop in his head.
“I’m an idiot.” He traced those soft, wet lips with his tongue again and growled. “I was trying not to cross any more lines. One minute we were talking procedure and the next I basically jumped you in the back seat.”
“I wasn’t complaining.”
He’d wrapped his legs around Solomon’s waist and ground their dicks together, kissing him back until they’d both come in their pants like teenagers.
The memory made him hard as stone. “I need you.”
“Do I get to touch you this time?”
Solomon reached impatiently for the buttons of his jeans, the task barely finished before he was gripping Hugo’s wrist to drag his hand inside. “Touch me. I need you to. Need your hands on me.”
Hours of impatient arousal had already brought him to the brink, and now those strong fingers were gripping his bare cock for the first time, nearly setting him off before they got started. “Please.”
“Damn, you’re really hurting, aren’t you?” Hugo rasped against his neck as he started to explore Solomon’s erection. “What’s got you so worked up?”
“You do.” Solomon cupped the back of Hugo’s head and his hips pumped helplessly in his grasp. “Don’t stop. You don’t know…”
“Tell me what I don’t know.”
“I was watching you,” he grated. “Giving your attention to everyone but me.”
Hugo twisted his wrist, stroking him with a skill that had Solomon biting back a shout.
“Chief Finn jealous? I don’t buy it.”
“As hell.” This whole night was pushing his buttons. His cousin was marrying his best friend after realizing he was gay a few months before. And Owen’s father, Sol the Elder’s twin, was proud. It was like glimpsing an alternate reality, one he wished he existed in.