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)
“I’d forgotten he was even down there.” Hot breath brushed over his neck. “You take me away from everything. When I’m with you, I only see you.”
Abe turned his head and met green eyes, and he knew again this was no fling. He could see the truth of forever in Dom’s gaze as well. Dom came up to kiss him softly. “You ready for me?” he whispered into his mouth.
“Yes.”
And then Dom was entering his body. Letting Abe get used to him in slow increments. Again, Abe found himself holding his breath. It felt different, and his hard-on lagged a bit, but Dom felt so good against his back and his breath on Abe’s shoulder made him shiver, and he loved the strong hand splayed over his belly as the man held him.
He liked this. He liked it a lot.
And once his body adjusted to the invasion, he found “a lot” didn’t come close to the right description. He began moving with him and he reached back to touch Dom’s hair, remembering the head wound at the last moment. So he reached down and back, clasping Dom’s hip and the feel of those muscles moving under his skin made his cock surge back to life so hard, it started to ache. He wanted to grab it but didn’t want to let go of Dom, especially when his hips started moving faster and he made these hot grunting noises.
“Oh fuck, I like this,” he breathed.
“Thank God, because I think I want to live in here.” He groaned and punched his hips again, still being careful, but obviously enjoying himself.
Abe couldn’t stand it and he grabbed hold of his dick and began to stroke, not even close to the same rhythm as Dom, and he didn’t give a shit because everything, all of it, felt so damn good.
He wanted Dom to live in there.
He had just enough time to smile with that thought before his orgasm slammed into him without warning. Dom hit his prostate right then, and he shot in spurts every time it was hit. He was pretty sure he was going to lose his ever-loving fucking mind.
Abe turned and bit his pillow as he just kept spilling all over the bed.
“Jesus, Abe. Shit. Shit. Shit.” Dom chanted faster as his hips stuttered a couple of times; then his teeth clamped down on Abe’s shoulder and Dom moaned long and hard into his skin.
Moments passed with them breathing hard.
“You okay? Abe?”
“Ghhhhhhhhhghhghhghghghg.”
Laughing, Dom laid his sweaty forehead against the back of Abe’s neck. “Like I said before. We found something we’re really good at.”
Abe moved his face so that it was no longer smashed into the pillow and huffed a laugh. “We get any better and it’s gonna kill me.”
“Mmm…can’t let that happen,” Dom said, kissing along his neck and down his shoulder. “I’m hoping we get to spend a lot of time doing this in the future.”
Abe’s eyes slid shut and he smiled. “Lots and lots of time,” he murmured.
Dom shifted behind him and Abe could feel him carefully withdrawing from his body. Abe winced. He was definitely going to be a little sore later, but he had no regrets. He could easily understand Dom’s expression of pure bliss when Abe had fucked him. Staying on his side, Abe watched as Dom walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. The water came on and a minute later, Dom returned with a damp washcloth and a hand towel.
“We could jump back in the shower?” Dom said as he held out the washcloth.
“Later. I need to stretch out and eat that sandwich you made me completely forget about.”
Dom grinned as he jumped back onto the bed and picked up the plate of sandwiches. Abe finished cleaning up, dropping both the washcloth and towel on the floor, and sat up against the pillows. He stomach growled loudly at the sight of the sandwich, angry at him for choosing sex over food, but Abe didn’t give a damn. He was happy to choose Dom first every time.
A low moan rippled from Dom around a mouthful of ham and bread. “You make a mean sammich, Abe,” he said after swallowing.
“Not as good as those sandwiches we had with Trent, but it’ll fill the hole until the chili is ready,” Abe conceded.
“Those were damn good sandwiches,” Dom agreed with a nod. “I need to text Trent. Get him to tell me the place he ordered them from. And the name of that mustard again. Good stuff.”
Abe took another bite of his sandwich to hide his smirk. Only Dom would think to text a freaking A-list celebrity for the name of a mustard and a sandwich shop. It really was no surprise that he’d fallen so hard for this man. He hadn’t stood a chance.
The mention of Trent got Abe’s mind turning to an idea he had earlier. Something more than a little crazy and a whole hell of a lot dangerous. Probably stupid too. And a little illegal. But it could mean freeing Dom of his brother once and for all.