Psycho Romeo Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott (Ward Security #1)

Categories Genre: Crime, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Ward Security Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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“You said you have three older brothers and they were just as big. Then why were you fighting those kids alone all the time?”

“My brothers are all older than Alida and me, so they had already moved out. My mother always said we came late to the party.”

“She sounds cool, your mom.” Geoffrey missed his mother so much, he had a hard time thinking about her. His dad, too. He rubbed his chest.

“She is. You’d like her. She’d love you.”

God, he liked Sven like this. Talkative. Honest. He rolled the back of his head against the door. “Does she know you’re gay?”

“Both my parents figured it out fairly early. They had experience because one of my brothers is also gay.”

“Is he a big blond, too? I can hardly stand the thought.” He groaned playfully. “And now I’m having a Viking sandwich fantasy. I may need a moment. Could I find him online?”

“He is as big and no, you can’t.” He was silent a moment and Geoffrey could hear him moving around. The door rattled again and he knew the man had rested his full weight against it. “I wouldn’t…like that.”

Once again, he found it hard to breathe. There was something between them…other than a goddamn door. He knew it. The lingering trails of excitement in his belly grew until everything felt tight—like he was poised on the edge of a profound shift in everything he knew.

The silence stretched out between them as he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to blow it. Pushy flirting had gotten him nowhere, and he honestly hoped for more from Sven than one or two nights of acrobatic, creative fun. He’d meant it when he’d said he’d like to use him as his own personal jungle gym, but he wanted so much more than that. Maybe enough time to really learn about him, explore his body, and discover the things he liked.

“I do want you, Geoffrey.” The words were barely muttered, the tone throaty and so goddamn sensual, Geoffrey felt them in his groin. “I shouldn’t have lied to you and I’m sorry.”

For the first time, he was without a quip or a sexy response. His heart rammed his ribcage and he looked down at the insanely hard dick making his jeans feel like a straitjacket. Grimacing, he unzipped them and tried to cut off the immediate hiss at the relief of setting it free. But not enough. He cringed.

Both the zipper and the noise had been so much louder than he’d expected.

Sven sucked in a breath so hard, he heard that easily, too.

The air around him grew hot and he couldn’t stop his own breaths from picking up, knowing they were loud enough for Sven to hear. Fuck, the excitement in his belly made it hard to sit still. He couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his fingers around his cock. Another hiss escaped his lips.

“Fuck.” The word barely made it through the door. “Are you touching yourself, Geoffrey?”

He shut his eyes. Sven’s voice, when he was turned on, was the sexiest fucking rumble he’d ever heard. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip as butterflies hit Geoffrey’s stomach like they had an escape agenda. That heat in his voice. It was something. He stroked his fingers over the pre-come already glistening on the head.

“Answer me, Geoffrey. Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Faen…”

He had no idea what Sven said, but the word stretched on a groan that made him start stroking himself harder. He ignored the ache in his arm from falling earlier. His head thudded against the door. He eyed the drawer with his lube all the way across the room but the rustling behind his head kept him in place. He didn’t want to miss a thing. “You are too, aren’t you?” Damn, he didn’t even recognize his own raspy voice.

“I am.”

“Are you imagining anything right now?”

When he didn’t answer, Geoffrey turned to press his ear to the door. He couldn’t hear enough.

“Tell me, Sven,” he whispered.

“I had to do this the first night I was here. All it took was the one glimpse of your ass and I was stroking myself off in the shower like a teenager. You have the hottest body I’ve ever seen and you just had to go and flaunt it. You liked getting me riled.”

“Of course I did—do. I want to make you crazy, Sven. So bad.”

“You do.”

“Fuck, Sven. Tell me more.”

He made some kind of hoarse sound—like a strangled grunt. “Like what?”

“What does your cock feel like in your hand?”

“Hot. Hard.” This time he growled.

Geoffrey heard more clothes rustling, then a noise that sounded very much like Sven had spit.

His hand froze. He started panting so hard, he could barely get words out. “Did you…” He let out a cry as his hips pumped up into his hand. “Holy fucking shit, did you just get your dick wet?”


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