Nothing Special Read online A.E. Via (Nothing Special #1)

Categories Genre: Crime, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
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Oh. My. God.

Day was excited, nervous, scared, terrified even, that he was about to have Detective Cashel Godfrey laid out, stark naked in his bed and ready for the taking. He’d pictured it a million times in the last four years. He’d had a sneaking suspicion that God was bi-curious if nothing else. Day noticed things, and he’d noticed God occasionally looking at men with more than just a passing glance. He just hadn't known if God would want to start something with him, but obviously he did and had for a while. Because God said he loved him… loved him.

Day was terrified because if this didn’t work, where would that leave them as partners? Granted they had never been overdramatic, emotional bitches always ending a friendship if a romantic relationship didn’t work, but how could he work with God every day if the man broke his heart? Well, if it doesn’t work, we’ll have to be sure to be mature and not split on bad terms. Day wasn’t fooling anyone. What were the chances of a breakup ending on good terms? Slim to none.

Day used the garage opener and coasted his bike inside. He’d done almost one hundred miles per hour on the mostly empty interstate. He didn’t worry about getting pulled over… they’d never ticket him. He was sure God would be right behind him, so he deactivated the alarm, unlocked the front door, and shot upstairs to jump in the shower. He’d be damned if he was going to be with God for the first time with another man’s scent all over him.

Day stripped quickly and let his clothes fall wherever. He left the bathroom door open and started the shower. He dumped a quick cap of mouthwash in his mouth, swishing it around before spitting it into toilet. He stepped into the steaming shower and lathered up quickly, not wanting to waste another second of the night, because every second was a second he could have God’s hands on him. He had his head ducked under the high-pressure showerhead when he heard God’s gruff voice.

“Hurry up.”

Day smiled when his cock jumped at God’s sexy demand. He hurriedly rinsed off and turned off the water. He stepped out of the stall and began to wrap the large towel around his waist.

“Leave it off,” God ordered from the now very dark bedroom. There was only a sliver of light filtering in from the hall, and it cast God in an eerie glow as he leaned against the door watching Day’s every move.

Day wasn’t shy about nakedness, but the raw sound of God’s tone made him shiver as he tossed the towel away. Day stepped onto the beige plush carpet in his bedroom and stood a few feet from God. He slowly brought his hand to his now straining cock. He began at the base and gave it a torturously slow pull until he reached the blushing head, liking the clear pearly bead that formed at the tip, before sliding back down again.

God stalked toward him, grabbed Day’s hand from his dick, and yanked him against his chest. “Mine,” he whispered against his temple.

“Fuck,” Day moaned. His cock was hard and leaking. He needed to touch it or Cash to touch it, just fucking something, before he went insane.

Day looked up into God’s eyes and gasped at the feral lust he saw in the green orbs. “Cash,” he whispered.

God held Day’s wrist clutched to his chest with one hand, and used the other hand to swipe some of the clear precome that was leaking between them. Day watched the movement with half-lidded eyes as God’s calloused thumb grazed tenderly over his cock head, making Day hiss at that tiny jolt of pleasure.

“Look at me,” God ordered.

Day raised his head slowly and let God paint his lips with his own fluid. His mouth parted with his ragged breaths while watching God stare at his shiny lips before dipping down and capturing his mouth. God moaned so damn deep it vibrated Day’s entire body. God lapped at his mouth and didn’t stop until every single trace of his essence was gone. The jeans God still wore were coarse against his tender, wet flesh and he wanted God naked and now.

“Please,” Day whispered.

God gripped the back of his neck and bit a trail to his ear. “Get on the bed,” he commanded.

Oh my fucking God. Day had to keep himself from sprinting to the bed and jumping on it like a kid. Instead he walked slowly to the four-poster, California king-size bed and pulled back the black and silver plush comforter.

Day topped the twinks he’d brought home or to some seedy hotel for a quick fuck, but Day loved being dominated. He wouldn’t say he was a full on submissive, but he craved a big, hulking man that wasn’t afraid to take control and overpower his body.


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