Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Dinner sounds good. Then after, I was thinking….” Cayson’s words trailed off as he stood at the entrance to the door of what he assumed was the guest room, because Quick placed his bag on the bed and turned on a green porcelain lamp on the night stand. He had to admit he was shocked by the warmth. Even the curtains matched the duvet. Warm, earth tones surrounded him when he stepped farther inside. Deep greens and dark brown furniture coordinated nicely in the large space. A decent-size television sat inside a dark oak credenza, and Quick pointed to two drawers at the bottom.
“Those are empty down there. Feel free to use them.” Quick turned and opened the door closest to a double-paned window. “Your own bathroom. There’s a few toiletries already in there, mostly stuff Duke left, but I can get you anything you need.”
“Duke used to stay in this room?” Cayson looked confused.
“Only when he was too drunk to drive home after a game night or something, but that went for any of the guys.” Quick shrugged, turning on the light to a walk-in closet. “You’ll see at the next game night, which I’m hosting this coming week. There’ll be guys sprawled all over the floor and on any free space.”
Goodness. Quick talked like Cayson had just moved in. Since Quick was looking so comfortable and sure, he choose not to make any negative comments. Besides, game night sounded like fun. But he wasn’t moving in with Quick. Bottom line.
“You were saying something a second ago.” Quick stood in front of him with one hand on his hip, and the other curved around Cayson’s neck, pulling him closer to him. Oh, he smelled so good. Even though he’d showered hours ago, he could still smell his soap and shampoo in Quick’s long hair. Not thinking about it, he sunk into Quick’s embrace and ran his hand through his hair. The long, gray strands mixed with the dark brown made him look like a mature model. He hadn’t ever seen a grown man with hair that luxurious. “Why do you like your hair so long?”
Quick’s head jerked back in surprise. “You don’t like it?”
“You know I love it. I’m just wondering if I’m going to go to work one day, come back, and it’s all gone and you’re sporting a buzz cut talking about how you wanted a change.”
Quick laughed down in his belly. “No. That probably won’t happen. In fact, I’ll probably be one of those pathetic men who have a huge bald spot in the middle but are too stubborn to cut off the few long strands left hanging around the perimeter.”
Cayson had a good laugh in Quick’s arms. It felt so wonderful to laugh with a lover. “I won’t let you do that to yourself.”
“Promise.” Quick beamed down at him, his light, carefree smile transforming Cayson’s world right before his eyes.
“Promise.” Cayson’s voice had dropped low, his smile sliding off his face, replaced with a feverish seriousness. He went up on his toes and aimed for Quick’s mouth, wondering if he’d ever get tired of kissing him. Despite his ass being sore from only an hour ago, it was still greedy. He wouldn’t mind taking that cock one more time before bed. He had all day tomorrow to recover. Or maybe… Maybe I can top him.
Quick groaned and pulled Cayson higher in his arms. He drove his tongue deep enough to taste all of Cayson’s nasty thoughts, and he couldn’t stop from grinding his erection on Quick’s solid thigh. Hissing, he stilled his hips, licking a path across Quick’s rough cheek. “Mmm. Rome. Why do I turn into such a slut around you?”
Quick’s laugh was sultry, a quiet rumble. “I’d be a little disappointed if you didn’t.” Quick said, squeezing a handful of Cayson’s rising cock.
“Fuck.”
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“Later, maybe.” Quick held his fiery doctor to him. He needed to get himself under control and not hump all over Cayson like an unneutered dog. He didn’t want to scare him away. Although, he was having a time peeling Cayson off his thigh. He smiled the entire time, loving that his sweet doctor was full of surprises, and not so sweet behind closed doors. Fuck yes! “After dinner, you want to watch a movie?”
Cayson massaged Quick’s large pecs, licking his lips as he stared straight ahead. “Well. I thought maybe you could show me a few moves.”
“Moves?” Quick frowned, not sure what moves Cayson wanted to learn.
“Yeah. You know. So that if I’m pushed against a wall again, I can get…” Cayson began to turn an embarrassing shade of rose as he shook his head. “Never mind. That’s stupid. I was thinking stupid.”
“No, wait.” Quick pulled Cayson back to look at him. “Did he do more than push you around?”
Cayson’s mouth probably resembled a fish out of water. He closed and released his pursed lips as he tried to think of something to say. Quick was standing so tall, towering over him, his brow pinched and his massive hands balled into alarmingly sizeable fists at his sides. “I don’t want you to be upset. Or fly off the handle.”