Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
It was so fucking hot, he started to shake.
He speared his fingers into the curls on Abe’s head and thrust his tongue into Abe’s mouth. He tasted even better there, and before he could register the electricity tearing through him, Abe tugged him as close as possible and surprised the hell out of him when he grabbed one of Dom’s ass cheeks and kneaded with strong fingers.
Dom gasped against his mouth, groaning again when Abe licked into his own over and over, their tongues meeting in a hot, wicked dance that they both started to mimic with their hips.
He’d meant to take tonight slow. He hadn’t meant to ravage the guy before he got fully into his house. Fuck, he wondered what things Abe would like. Hoped he was verse because Dom wanted to sink into his body just as much as he wanted to feel the man inside him. That thought made him shudder, which caused Abe to pull back and press their foreheads together as they panted. He ran his hands up Dom’s back to his neck and cupped it. He held Dom’s head still as he nuzzled into his cheek, then kissed him—this time softly, with his mouth closed.
“Damn,” Abe murmured.
Dom registered a noise then. An oven timer beeping. “I’m surprised you heard that. My heart is beating so hard, it’s all I hear other than your breaths.”
“Heard what?” Abe asked. “I heard something?”
Snorting, Dom pulled him in for a hug, took his scent deep into his lungs, and let go. “I guess you cooked for me?”
“Shit! The oven!” Abe shook his head, pulled away, and he hurried through his living room into the kitchen.
Smiling and completely tickled that the man had cooked for him, Dom slowly followed, taking in the house he’d only been inside a couple of times. It looked bigger on the outside—like a reverse Tardis—with a compact living room and kitchen. A bar-style black table and with two bench seats and two chairs separated the areas. He knew there was a dining room off to the side Abe never used. He had buttery soft brown leather furniture facing a fireplace with a television mounted on the wall above in the living room. The only other piece of art was an antique sports sign that Abe had told him belonged to his father.
It looked like a family kind of home. Warm. Welcoming. Like the man.
Dom leaned on the white counter of the small island and watched Abe pull out a pan of potatoes. “Those look perfect.”
“Little crisper than I wanted, but they’ll work. You like pulled pork?”
“Oh, hell yeah. So that’s the heavenly smell.” He sniffed, then grinned. “And if I’m not mistaken, there’s something sweet in the air?”
The faint red on the back of Abe’s neck as he turned back to the oven made Dom want to do a dorky dance of happiness.
“I’ve noticed you have quite the sweet tooth. It’s nothing special. A banana nut bread Shane is nuts about.”
“I’m touched. I had no idea you could cook. I have a few tricks up my sleeve there, too.”
“I’m not that much of a cook, actually. I have about ten recipes I got the hang of over the years, and I stick with what I’m good at. Lots of different kinds of sandwiches mostly. You learn what you can when you end up a single parent.” He chuckled and lifted the lid off a crock pot.
The spicy barbecue that filled the air made his stomach growl, and he realized he hadn’t eaten anything since a bagel that morning. His damn brother had his mind all jacked up. But James was the last thing he wanted to think about. Watching Abe putter around his small kitchen filled Dom with a feeling he didn’t recognize. A sort of peace and comfort that duked it out with lust. He knew he wasn’t looking at the man as a father figure in any fashion. Wasn’t looking for a replacement for the shit stain that had been his dad.
He just really, really liked Abe, and he didn’t give a damn if he was turning fifty soon.
And yeah, he’d wheedled that information out of Quinn without giving himself away today. He’d had to pat himself on the back for that one.
“Can I help with anything?” he asked as Abe got out plates and forks.
“Nope.” He paused. “I’d planned to take you out somewhere nice tonight.”
“This is nicer than anything we would have gotten out.”
He grinned and Dom wanted to nuzzle back into his beard. Abe handed him a plate. “You haven’t even tasted the food yet, so save that thought.”
“I meant I’d rather be here with you than go out.” He picked up Abe’s plate too and carried it to the table.
“I thought we’d go out afterward. You can show me someplace you like.”