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)
Goddamnit. What is it with these guys and this nasty-ass meat?
There was also a half-empty jar of grape jam, some butter, and mustard on the door. Rayne sucked his teeth because this wouldn’t do; he’d have to go to the grocery store first thing in the morning. Meanwhile, Rayne opted for the loaf of bread that was beside the toaster. He made himself a couple of pieces of jelly toast and ate them at the breakfast bar. Rayne wasn’t as tired as he thought he’d be, but he was excited to get in his new bed and wake up in Mike’s home to spend all day and evening with him. Maybe he could make them a nice dinner for tomorrow night. He made a mental shopping list while he thought of something simple but delicious he could whip up.
His snack was enough to curb his appetite, and just like at Trent and Wood’s place, Rayne was meticulous and made sure he cleaned his jelly knife and wiped away the crumbs on the counter. He turned the kitchen light off and headed back upstairs.
Rayne was almost in his bedroom when Mike emerged from the hall bathroom in a thick cloud of steam with a gray towel cinched so low around his hips that Rayne’s gaze locked right onto the slick black hair covering Mike’s abs. All thoughts and reasoning faded and bled into pure heated need. He swallowed around a dry throat as he stared at the water droplets cascading through the dips and valleys of Mike’s lower torso.
“Rayne.” The way Mike said his name sounded like a threat. One that he ignored. One that sent a thrill of danger up his spine.
The heat of Mike’s gaze and the danger lurking in his deep voice did nothing to deter him. Rayne was moving, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of Mike, his chest swelling, his breaths shallow. Longing ate at the chains restraining him until he refused to fight it any longer. Rayne stood in Mike’s space, his eyes locked on the intricate detail of the tribal art drawn over his left pec and covering his broad shoulder. So much vivid artwork decorated Mike’s strong body that Rayne didn’t know where to start first.
As if he was in a desert, dying of thirst, a drop of water along Mike’s collarbone caught his attention, and Rayne dipped his head and chased it with the flat of his tongue, gathering the warm water in his mouth and drinking it down. Mike’s unbearably male taste saturated his senses and made him crazy. Rayne delighted in the rumble of Mike’s growl beneath his tongue before he was picked up and controlled by powerful arms.
Rayne clamped his legs around Mike’s body and struggled to hold on as Mike made his world spin away.
Chapter Thirty
Rayne
Rayne woke in his own bed in the morning, knowing only one thing for sure—that he was kissed and held tight in warm arms until he could no longer keep his eyes open, but he’d slept alone. Mike had been the perfect gentleman, regardless that Rayne had wanted more.
He stretched his long arms like a lion that’d been sunbathing for hours before he cracked his eyelids open. Rayne’s internal clock told him it was well past his usual time that he woke, and by the way the sunlight was beaming through the curtains, he’d guess it was almost noon.
Rayne rolled over and saw a torn piece of paper with a bright yellow flower lying on top of it. A broad grin broke through on his face as he sat up and read the almost illegible writing.
I’m working in the backyard, breakfast is downstairs. Rayne brought the flower to his nose and inhaled. He hurried out of bed and ran to his bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, which he did in record time. He rifled through his duffle bag and chose a pair of loose black track pants that hung low on his hip bones and a white flowy, button-up shirt that he left open.
Rayne was halfway down the stairs when the smell of maple syrup and bacon made his stomach rumble. The house looked different in the daylight. The skylights in the living room made everything appear brighter and less drab. Mike’s furniture was all dark browns and void of any character, but it looked like a cozy sofa to curl up on and talk. Rayne walked barefoot into the kitchen, noticing the multiple Village Breakfast Café boxes, and went straight to the smorgasbord Mike had displayed on the counters.
Did he order one of everything? Rayne laughed. There were waffles, pancakes, cinnamon rolls, croissants, hash browns, link sausage, eggs and bacon, and even a large container of fruit. Rayne picked up a few pieces of cantaloupe and popped them into his mouth, followed by the exceptionally sweet pineapple chunks.