Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Well, next time I’m gonna try to do my thinking with you.”
“I’d like that.” Canaan started soaping Renzo up, spending way longer than necessary on Renzo’s chest. “This is kinda therapeutic—like detailing a nice car.”
“I guess that’s a compliment.” Renzo laughed. “Next time I decide to wax my pecs, I’ll let you help.”
“Don’t tempt me into throwing out the wax. Love you like this.” Stretching, Canaan gave him a soft kiss. “Love you.”
Renzo’s throat couldn’t even swallow let alone speak so he settled for another kiss, trying to tell Canaan with his mouth how sorry he was for all the sadness and frustration, how much he really did love Canaan, how he wasn’t ever going to take that for granted. He stroked Canaan’s face and arms before tenderly washing him, trying to express that he was willing to do whatever it would take to make this work.
“You were incredible on that stage,” he said as he scrubbed Canaan’s hair. “I loved watching you drum.”
“You sure you’re not just on a post-concert high?” Canaan laughed as he rinsed his hair, but his eyes were uncertain.
“I’m sure. I think I wanted to end up right here even before I left base, even if I didn’t let myself know it.” Then because Canaan still didn’t look the most convinced, Renzo forced out the scary words again. “I love you. So much.”
“I know.” Canaan rested his head on Renzo’s shoulder. “Just no more making decisions without me, huh?”
“I promise. We’ll work this out together.”
“Good. But is it okay if we don’t hash everything out right this minute?” Canaan pulled him down for another kiss, this one deeper, hotter. “I’ve missed you all damn week.”
“Missed you too.” Lifting him up, Renzo pushed him against the shower wall so that they could make out easier. They kissed and kissed, Canaan clutching at him, letting Renzo have his way with his mouth and neck. Right when Renzo was about to contemplate whether shower frot was a fabulous or foolhardy idea, the water turned tepid.
“Bed,” Canaan laughed. “Now.”
They both did a fast rinse before grabbing towels and racing to the warm bedroom. Renzo tackled him onto the bed, resuming the kissing.
“Sorry,” he said when he realized that his hair was dripping onto Canaan.
“I don’t care.” Canaan pulled him closer for another kiss, this one full of dirty promises as he sucked on Renzo’s lips in the way that always drove Renzo nuts. Retreating a few inches, Canaan asked, “What do you want?”
“You,” Renzo answered truthfully.
“That you have.” Canaan rewarded him with a hard kiss. “But I meant how do you want to get off?”
“I know what you meant. You. Want to fuck.”
“Oh hell yes.” Canaan grinned at him as he scrambled to his nightstand, getting the magic lube and a condom, tossing them at Renzo. But Renzo held the condom back out.
“Not that way.”
“What?” Canaan’s forehead creased. “Going bare sounds hot as fuck, but we should probably get up-to-date tests first, you know?”
“Not that.” Although now that Canaan had said it, Renzo wanted that too, wanted nothing between them but skin. But there was something else he wanted first. His neck heated and he had to look at the wall. “I meant, other way around. You doing me.”
“Ooooh.” Canaan’s sound was as much surprise as eagerness. “Yeah. I could be down with that. But wait. Is this you feeling guilty? Like you feel you need to do this as a make-up?”
“No.” God, Canaan really was going to make him say it, wasn’t he? “This is me wanting you to fuck me. Been thinking about it a few weeks now. All week I kept thinking of all the things I’d never get to do with you. And now I want to do them all, one by one. I want to know what you feel when I’m in you, what makes you go nuts. You look like you’re flying. I want that.”
“Oh, no pressure there.” Canaan laughed. “You do get that I don’t have your monster cock—”
“Trust me. We’re all glad of that.” Even though he wanted this, Renzo was more than a little nervous about this whole enterprise. Canaan’s cock was going to be plenty. “I’m not a...whatever you call it. You’re like the ultra-marathoner of sex. Power lifter?”
Canaan laughed hard enough to flop next to Renzo.
“There are words for it, yeah. You can call me a size queen, but just know that I’m your size queen. And damn do I love the challenge of your cock and fingers. But I also loving doing it this way.” He danced his fingers down Renzo’s chest, heading toward Renzo’s cock, which had flagged but perked up at his approach. “If you’re sure? You get that the first time isn’t always—”
“Stop trying to talk me out of it.” Rolling, Renzo pulled him on top of him. “Fuck me.”