Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
It takes double the time to get over the orgasm as it did for Trav to get me there, but once I’ve caught my breath, I don’t hesitate to move down his body and lick along his insane abs, cleaning him off with my tongue and getting hit with the strong taste of sex.
Only, when I go lower and get close to the mesmerizing and hard cock straining against his boxer briefs, I keep going.
I want him in my mouth, but he doesn’t let me.
Grabbing me under my arms, Trav hoists me up so I’m back to straddling him. “I only want to taste you.”
He grips the back of my head and slams our lips together, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
“Uh, boss?” a voice says behind Trav.
I break my mouth from his and glance up to see one of Trav’s men standing there holding bags full of shopping. I’ve seen him before but haven’t been properly introduced.
He’s almost as big as Trav physique-wise, and his hair is in a faux mohawk. He looks tough, but the pink tinge on his cheeks tells me all I need to know. He’s a big, bashful giant.
“Kinda busy, Atlas.” Trav doesn’t even turn around.
I don’t move an inch. I’m completely naked. No way am I standing up.
“Give us a minute, and we’ll meet you inside,” Trav says.
“Sure thing.” Atlas turns on his heel and heads up the stairs leading to the house.
I lower my head onto Trav’s shoulder. “How many more employees are going to see us naked?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“On if you can keep your clothes on around me.”
“If the last few days are any indication, that means the entire team will see it.”
“Probably.”
“I would care, but the orgasms help with that. I’ve lost all my fucks to give.”
“My plan is working, then.” Trav slaps my ass. “Up.”
I slowly climb off him and round the table to where the sweats I was wearing lie discarded on the ground. I pull them up my legs and roll them at the waist so they stay up.
Trav eyes them as he pulls up his own pants. “I almost regret sending Atlas to get you clothes of your own.”
“I don’t. Actually, no, I should see them first before making my decision.” We head back upstairs to find Atlas at Domino’s dining table with his head buried in his phone.
“Is it safe to look up yet?” he asks.
I’ve decided I like Atlas.
“It’s safe,” Trav says. “Where are the clothes?”
Atlas still doesn’t lift his head, just points to the bags on the kitchen counter.
“I’ll go try these on.” I take the bags into the bedroom Trav and I slept in and go through them all.
There are a lot of tight muscle tees like Trav asked for, tactical pants, and then there’s a plain black bag with—
I open it up.
“Oh, that motherfucker.”
Chapter Eighteen
Trav
Atlas sits there with his big arms crossed. He’s only an inch or two shorter than me, but he’s bulked out like I am.
“Something up? You could have dropped the bags and left.”
“You two are worse than when I’ve been put on an op with Iris and Saint,” he says.
“We are not,” I argue, even though it’s probably true. “How were we to know when you were going to be done with shopping?”
“Because I texted you, maybe?”
“Oh. We were, uh, yeah, kinda busy.” My attempt at hiding a smile fails.
Dylan’s voice travels down the hall. “Motherfucker.”
Atlas’s eyes widen, and he yells, “Trav made me do it!” Then he turns to me. “Which, by the way, was not fun. Shopping for that thing somehow got me three guys’ phone numbers while I was buying it.”
“In that case, you’re welcome.”
“They weren’t my type.”
“None of them?”
“You know I’m particular.”
He really is. We rib him about it all the time, but the truth is, he has standards. He’s not the type to go out and hook up with someone just to have sex. He’s a true romantic—something rare in this day and age. Especially in the gay community, and especially for an ex-SEAL. As soon as guys find out what Atlas did in the military, they practically turn around and offer their asses.
SEALs get all the glory. Rangers are just as hot, damn it.
Though, Atlas is one of those rare unicorn types of guys, and I really, really want him to find his soul mate. He deserves love. He’s a good guy and too sweet for his own good.
“I do, and don’t tell the other guys I said this, but it’s admirable.”
“What’s admirable?”
“Waiting for the perfect man instead of a perfect hole.”
“They should put that on a T-shirt.” His joke is on point, but the delivery is all wrong.
“Are you sure you’re okay, or are you hanging around for something else?”
“I know you’ve got a lot going on, and I’m guessing now isn’t the time to ask for a favor.”