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)
He wrapped his arms around Mike’s back and fisted his shirt in both hands. He wasn’t letting this man go, not until he agreed to be his. It was now or never because Rayne couldn’t tell his sponsor that he was now shacking up with a love interest no sooner than he’d finished his twelve steps. He should stop this now and clear the air between them, but he was too far gone, the lust crashing into him like a battering ram to the gut.
Mike slowly lowered his mouth to his, and the initial contact of their lips made a fierce shudder travel down Rayne’s spine. Mike groaned, and Rayne tasted it on his tongue, savoring it, savoring him. His lips were urged apart, and Mike’s tongue swept into his mouth, and Rayne sucked on it, his eyes rolling from the heady flavor of beer and Big Mike. Rayne molded his body around firm muscles and strength as the kiss shifted from delicate and exploring to persuasive and demanding.
The counter dug into Rayne’s back in the most delicious way as Mike practically bent him backward, as if he couldn’t get a deep enough, thorough enough taste of him. They were all clawing hands and groaning into each other’s mouths like two frat boys on spring break, until it became imperative for Rayne to take in a breath of oxygen.
Mike devoured him with his eyes, his breath just as ragged and shallow as his. That look was almost daring Rayne, challenging him to take what he wanted—it was right there in front of him.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Mike
Rayne’s expression was longing, sweet, and exactly what Mike had wanted to see. Rayne slid his long, slender hands up Mike’s chest and hooked them behind his neck. He closed his eyes, unable to believe he had Rayne in his home, in his space, up against him. And this wasn’t a one-night stand or just an overnight visit. This beauty was all his now.
Mike’s chest was on fire where Rayne touched him, his dick hard and aching in his jeans. He was more turned on than he’d ever been. Being with Slick had only been a whiff of what this could feel like, but being with Rayne was everything, all of the tenderness, heart, and inner calmness that Mike needed in a partner. It was only a bonus that Rayne was gorgeous on the outside too.
Mike cupped the back of Rayne’s head and fisted his lush locks to control him as he kissed him again, and again, slower this time but with no less power.
Rayne’s cock was just as hard, if not harder, than his own, but Mike refused to take advantage of him. Rayne had been vulnerable, scared, and helpless tonight. He needed a good night’s rest, not his body groped and mauled.
Mike had gotten lost in the sensations as Rayne placed gentle kisses along his jaw, which was why he wasn’t prepared when Rayne grazed his hand over his swollen cock. Mike moaned way too loud to be considered cool as his hips jerked out of reflex.
“Yes,” Rayne hissed against Mike’s lips before he licked his way back into his mouth. Rayne’s tongue was more insistent and hungrier, and so was his touch. Rayne stroked his knuckles over the sensitive head of Mike’s cock again, causing him to curse under his breath.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned, gripping Rayne’s hand before he got another feel. “We have to stop.”
“No, no we don’t. It’s okay.” Rayne craned his neck, gazing at him with desire in his light eyes. “I can be with you. Because I only want to be with you.”
“I know you can.” Mike understood that Rayne could be intimate if he was in a monogamous relationship, but they hadn’t established that yet, so Mike pumped the brakes. “But you’ve had a rough night. I’m not gonna—”
“I’m fine,” Rayne hurried out and pressed his soft lips against Mike’s mouth and searched for his tongue.
It took a moment and more strength than he thought he possessed to halt Rayne’s persistence. “Goddamn, baby. I’m only so fuckin’ strong.”
“Then stop fighting me.”
“I’m not.” Mike kissed Rayne’s temple, then his forehead. “But I swear to god, tonight is not the night for me to be with you.”
“But why—”
“Rayne,” Mike gritted out. “I’m too worked up from tonight. And I’m still burning to go back to your uncle’s and finish what I started so I can be sure that he never hurts you again.”
“Mike—”
“But if you get in my bed right now, Rayne, I’m gonna ride your ass like a stolen bike. Hard and really fast.”
Rayne’s eyes glittered, his mouth curving into a sensual smile before he chuckled softly. “Okay then, since you put it like that.”
“Rest assured, beautiful, it’s going to happen. But that’s not what I want to do with you your first night here,” Mike explained.