Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Now. Now, Mike.” Rayne was shoving the condom into Mike’s hand, twisting and thrashing and trying to drive Mike’s tongue and fingers in deeper. “I’m ready. I’ve always been ready for you.”
His and Rayne’s connection had been instantaneous from the moment he’d run into Wood’s tattoo shop and clung to his back for protection. Something had clicked and snapped into place in Mike’s mind and had remained locked there ever since. Rayne was it for him, forever—he’d been the missing piece all this time, the harmony to his discord. The calm to his raging storm, the day to his night, the better to his worse.
Rayne cupped Mike’s cheek and tilted his head up so he was looking into his eyes. “Make love to me,” he purred, his light eyes glistening with lust and adoration, the expression that always made Mike pause to revel in and enjoy it.
He crawled up Rayne’s body like a lion stalking over a meal he’d been starving for all day. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment, the dark clashing with the light, before Mike finally murmured against Rayne’s parted lips. “Make love? Is that what we’re doing?”
Rayne nodded with a sensual smile. “Yes, Mike.”
Mike rose to his knees, their eyes still locked as he rolled the condom down his shaft and used his fist to lube himself. “Then tell me,” Mike demanded.
Mike knew how much Rayne loved his dominant side, and ordering him to do anything, especially telling him he loved him, was a natural aphrodisiac. Rayne moaned and smoothed his hands over Mike’s chest, another dollop of clear liquid forming on the head of his cock. Mike was tempted to bend down and lick it off, but he didn’t want to break their intense eye contact.
“Mike,” Rayne begged. “You already know.”
“Say it to me.” Mike slowly lowered his weight on top of Rayne.
“Mike.” Rayne’s eyes were hooded but still radiant beneath the stars and the moonlight. “I love you more than you can understand.”
Mike was frozen for a split second before he kissed Rayne’s lips, then licked his tongue. He kissed across his jaw that he’d let grow a little scruff, and Mike admitted he liked the way it felt when Rayne kissed him. He closed his eyes and pressed their foreheads together, knowing the gravity of the words he was about to return. It was a first for him. Before now, Mike had been terrified of the feelings he had for the man under him, but now he knew he was safe, and so was his heart.
“I love you too, Rayne.”
Rayne’s eyes glazed over with moisture, and he kissed him again with less urgency but more passion. And this time, there was more tenderness and affection.
“I’ll never hurt you, Mike. I promise. And I know I’ll always be safe with you.” Rayne nuzzled against him, making Mike’s heart threaten to shatter within the confines of his chest. He raised one leg up and over Mike’s shoulder with ease, showing off his impressive flexibility when Mike pressed against his hole.
On that declaration, Mike drove forward with one long, deep stroke, clenching his teeth and muting his cry of pleasure. When he was buried as far as he could, their pelvises pressed together, he slanted his hips and drove himself a half inch deeper. Mike held there, motionless, barely able to breathe at the heat of Rayne’s welcoming body.
Maybe it was their affirmation of love they felt for each or the connection they had that went far beyond the act of sex, but nothing about their lovemaking was simple. Mike struggled as he withdrew inch by torturous inch, only for Rayne to force him back inside with those strong legs.
“Goddamn, baby,” Mike barely gritted out, his balls pulling up tight. Shit. No, he couldn’t come after only fifteen fucking seconds.
Toned thighs held him captive in a delicious way, Rayne’s hot body squeezing him almost too tight. He knew he didn’t have long no matter how cool he tried to play this because it was that much. Mike wrapped his slick hand around Rayne’s cock and started to stroke him with each lengthy, painstakingly accurate thrust. This wasn’t a race to the finish line, to get off, though they were barreling fast in that direction.
“You’re gonna make me come already,” Rayne said in a pained voice, his neck arched and his throat strained.
Mike said a silent prayer of thanks that he wasn’t the only one battling to draw out their lovemaking for as long as possible. Rayne’s eyes opened wide, his mouth forming an O before he let out a guttural moan that shot up Mike’s shaft, triggering his own orgasm at the same time Rayne was spewing over his hand and onto his stomach. Mike’s strokes were slow and controlled as he buried himself to the hilt and shook violently as his body exploded into a thousand spasms.