Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong?” Duke frowned, looking concerned. His eyes followed Vaughan’s line of sight and it was like a lightbulb flicked on in his head. “I must’ve worn the same expression a few hours ago.”
Vaughan thought he was going to lose it. He’d come so close to losing the man in front of him. A man that had been his focus through the grueling college and law school years. All the exams, studying, traveling, loneliness and aching, so much stress he’d endured – all so he could be a man worthy of the one standing so close to him now. Vaughan brought both hands up and delicately placed them on Duke’s hipbones. His eyes heavy but focused, he took in all of the splendor before him. All the magfuckingnificence that was Duke Morgan. Badass bounty hunter and brilliant businessman. Strong, solid chest, fine definition around his abs. Not as much as before, but once Duke got back to his daily routine and exercise regimen, all that would change. Vaughan could already tell that Duke had started to work his arms again because the one that wasn’t casted look bulky and solid. The V that formed at the bottom of his abdomen was something out of a Men’s Health photo shoot. And to stoke the hot flames blazing within Vaughan, Duke had the nerve to have fuzzy black hair spread across those thick pecks and down past his belly button. But oh god, as it did… the hairs there were a beautiful, enticing blend of silver and black. Even the small bald areas where Duke’s incisions were didn’t detract from his beauty. Vaughan thought he’d come right there just looking at him.
“Jesus, kid,” Duke groaned, squirming under Vaughan’s scrutiny.
Kid, hmm? Vaughan didn’t like that. He stood slowly, lifting one hand and brushing his knuckles across Duke’s coarse cheek, up to the scar that had recently lost its stiches above his right eyebrow. Damn, if the scars and bruises weren’t a fuckin’ turn on now, too. Now that Duke was going to live. Even the cast was hot. It told Vaughan that it took a house full of crazy cracked-up psychos to take his man down and they still hadn’t succeeded.
But, being called “kid” wasn’t gonna fly. Why’d he stay away so long if he was going to come back only to still be considered a young’un? Vaughan drove his fingers up into Duke’s long hair and gave a slight pull at the length on top, not enough to hurt, but enough to make Duke anticipate the hurt. Hurt he’d inflict later. He leaned in and took a long whiff, his nose against Duke’s damp neck, inhaling until his lungs would no longer expand. Did that a few times while Duke waited patiently. Tuning his lips against Duke’s ear he spoke as calmly but as intimidatingly as he could, ensuring his lover got the picture.
“Listen to me, sweetheart. I’m your man. Do you understand me? I’m not a kid. I’m not a boy. I’m the man who’s going to love you more than anyone ever has. And as soon as we’re healed up—” Vaughan gently blew his hot breath inside Duke’s ear, licking his fleshy lobe, only to blow again. Duke moaned prettily, though it was deep and growly. “I’m gonna go ahead and apologize now.”
“Apologize for?” Duke gritted out.
Vaughan took his hand, still clutching that thick, wavy hair and tugged it to the side so he could claim Duke’s mouth at exactly the angle he desired. When he finally came up for air, both of them panting into each other’s mouth, Vaughan played his trump card. “Apologize because as soon as we’re healed. I’m going to show you the man I am. I’m going to fuck you so hard your ass is gonna curve to my dick. And you’ll love me back because I’m the only man that can make your body fly.”
“Oh my fuckin’ god, Vaughan,” Duke cried, holding his stiff cock through the terrycloth fabric still covering his lower half. “You can’t say shit like that.”
Vaughan kissed Duke again, needing more. Would he ever have enough of Duke? He was skeptical at best. “You taste so fuckin’ good. Like life and experience.” Vaughan licked at Duke’s lips and a languid smile appeared on his face; Vaughan couldn’t stop his own radiant smile.
“Come on. Bedtime,” Vaughan said, suddenly. He had to cool them down, or else his father would be banging on the door barking at them to stop trying to kill each other.
“That sounds good.” Duke still held the pajama pants as he turned back to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder as Vaughan watched Duke strip off the towel and gingerly step into the pants, making sure the waistband didn’t ride up to irritate his incision. But not before giving Vaughan a good look at his furry ass. His mouth watered. He’d slick all that hair down around that dark hole with his saliva real soon.