Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
He buried his fingers in the soft towel on his lap. “I want something more than that now.” He took another deep breath. “There’s something else. Dwight Gratton is back. That car accident wasn’t an accident. He killed our Mel and he’s not done, Rowe. Come home.”
He shut off his phone, looked up and saw Jude standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed on Snow.
Snow knew Jude had heard too much, but he couldn’t stop the smile. A real one because he was happy to see him.
Brown eyes flared wide and in the next instant Jude was through the door, shutting it firmly behind him. He strode to the bed, reached for Snow’s chin and held his face up to his. “You make my heart stop. I’ve gotta kiss you but don’t you dare lose that smile.”
“You’ll be kissing my teeth.”
“Don’t care.” Jude pressed mouth to Snow’s and instead of the plundering, head-swirling kisses they’d shared before, he pressed his lips to Snow’s upper lip, softly. This kiss, so much like that first, soft, stolen one in the hospital, scrambled Snow’s brain entirely. He reached up to thread his fingers in Jude’s hair, loving the way it curled around his knuckles. Jude slipped his hand around Snow’s throat and around to cup the back of his neck and he remembered the image on his phone.
All his blood ran south and he started to tug Jude down onto the bed, but the man pulled back.
He straightened, pupils blown wide with lust, breaths coming fast and hard, yet he backed up. “No. We don’t have time for what I want to do to you right now. We have a date to get to.”
Snow stood and let the towel drop to the floor. “Let’s start the date now.” He smiled again.
Jude groaned and shut his eyes. “No fair. No fair with the naked and the smile.”
“I never said I played fair.” Snow’s voice was barely more than a rumble in his throat.
Eyes still closed, Jude ran his hands through his hair, tugging on it in obvious frustration. “Trust me, I want inside your body more than I want just about anything, but I promised my mana.”
“Come on,” Snow coaxed, then lost his smile. “Mana? That’s Greek for mom. Did you say mom?”
Jude opened his eyes, his gaze raking over Snow’s nude form. “Absolutely fucking gorgeous. Please, you have to get dressed.”
“Not until you explain the mom comment.”
“Family dinner night. You’re going with me.”
“Oh, no. Hell no even. It’s a little early to be meeting the parents and besides, I’m not ‘meet the mom’ material.”
“Oh, you’re wrong there.” Jude walked to him, slid one hand down his chest. “Will it make you feel better to know Rebecca is coming, too? I do this all the time. No biggie. It’ll just be me, bringing two of my good friends.” He slid his hand lower, curled his fingers around Snow’s hard dick. “Can’t help myself.”
“Is Rebecca here?”
“No.”
“So she’s not a part of our date?”
“Of course not.”
“How’d you get in?”
“Andrei let me in. He wasn’t staying long.”
“And I’m just a good friend?” Snow looked down. “None of my usual good friends are comfortable holding my dick like that.”
Jude tightened his hand. “None of them better be holding it even if it’s uncomfortably.”
Snow narrowed his eyes. “The only person touching my cock lately is you.”
Brown eyes locked with his and they stared at each other as Jude ran his thumb over the head of Snow’s dick. When Jude grinned, Snow wasn’t sure how he kept himself from coming—just from that.
“Come on, General,” he whispered. “I wanna introduce you to my family.”
Snow stared for the longest time. He wanted more. He’d told Rowe’s phone he wanted more. But this would be the first time he’d met anyone’s family and he had no idea how he would get through this.
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Anna Torres handed Snow a plate and pointed at the stove. “Hope you aren’t one of those people who stays away from carbs.” She stepped behind Snow and waggled her eyebrows at Jude and gave him a thumbs up. She had her black hair pulled up into a high ponytail and her still youthful face made her look ten years younger than her fifty years. He could have done without the rainbow shirt with the two male unicorns. Unicorns dueling with their horns. Worst shirt he’d ever seen. Where the hell did she find these?
He just shook his head and watched Snow eyeballing the huge pans of food covering the stove. His mother never did anything traditionally. She didn’t offer one main dish and two sides. No, she served choices and there were always at least three carb-laden selections. She also loved mixing up her own Greek dishes with those she’d learned to make for his Spanish father. When Jude had lived at home, he’d had to work hard to resist picking them all. Plus, he’d worked out twice as often as he did now.