Sins of Omission Read online T.S. McKinney (Sub Mission #2)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sub Mission Series by T.S. McKinney
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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“Hell, no, Ari. You damn well know I didn’t let a complete stranger lay a finger on you last night! You know better than that shit, so stop acting like you believed me for one second.” I pointed toward the bathroom door and said, “That way. Oh, and I work for the family company because I’m damn good at what I do.” I waved toward the bathroom door again. “Shake that ass, birthday boy. The longer its here, on glorious display, the more it begs to be spanked.”

He blushed, and it was fucking gorgeous. “Stop looking.”

With a roll of my eyes, I turned my back on him and muttered, “Stop looking so damn hot if you don’t want me looking.” My only answer was the slamming of the bathroom door. Fuck, but this was going to be even harder than I’d imagined…and I’d imagined it many times. In all those times, though, I’d never imagined myself telling him I wasn’t into BDSM…or him telling me he hated it.

*****

Ari

I leaned against the heavy wooden door and tried to catch my breath, calm my thundering heart, and figure out a way to keep my legs from feeling like half-cooked noodles. Eli was on my cruise. On my gay cruise. In my cabin. He’d undressed me. Cuddled, soothed, and cleaned me after I’d spent hours purging my stomach of every single item that had ever crossed my lips. No, seriously…ever fucking bite I’d ever taken.

And my nemesis had witnessed every second of my disgusting ordeal.

And had acted like I was a special treasure while doing it.

Fuck…what did it all mean? How did it make me feel? How did Eli feel? Was there a chance his sweet words were more than an evil, long-planned trap to exact revenge on me for what I’d done to him?

A loud banging on the bathroom door sent my heart straight up into my throat, but before I could open my mouth to respond, Eli’s deep voice echoed throughout our cabin, my hiding spot included.

“Teeth and shower, angel! It isn’t that hard, yet I don’t hear any water running! We’ve got to get some food in your stomach before you get sick again.” His voice indicated his was on the other side of the door, probably close enough that his hands leaned on it, bracing all those hot muscles and delicious tattoos. “Ten minutes and then I’m coming in there!”

Unable to hold back my sassiness, I answered with, “Ha! The door’s locked, asshole. Good luck with that.”

“Locks don’t stop me, angel; we both know this.”

Fuck, he probably wasn’t bluffing. I’d watched my dad unlock locked doors my entire life. Seth could do it faster than I could break into someone’s computer system. Something told me Baker would hold the same talent. Bottom line—it wasn’t a chance I wanted to take. It was bad enough that he’d already seen the worst of me. I looked down at my walk-on-the-wild-side skimpy briefs. Hell, he’d seen all of me.

Embarrassed, I pushed away from the door and made my way to the toilet, did my morning business, and then went to the sink. I had to bite my own lips to keep the smile from forming as I washed my hands. Eli, apparently bored stiff while I’d been sleeping off the motion sickness pills, had unpacked for both of us. I opened a drawer and noticed all his stuff was dumped haphazard inside the small space. My toiletries, however, were meticulously placed on the counter top, lined up perfectly, just the way I would have set them. As I brushed my teeth, I tried not to think about what that meant, or what it did to my already bruised and damaged heart.

He’d handled the small shower area the same way, placing my toiletries in the perfect spaces, so my shower moved along quickly. The morning wood I’d woken up with had to be taken care of, even when I was under a time crunch, so I squirted some liquid soap onto my palm and started stroking my painfully hard cock. Since nobody had ever been in my bed for more than some playful foreplay…which always ended with any real play-time, I knew exactly how to tend to the matter myself. Between the abundance of times I’d jacked myself off and the images of Eli wearing nothing more than a skintight boxer brief swimsuit, my cum splashed against the shower wall in record time.

There—now I could calm down and act like an intelligent human being again. Earlier, when my brain had been out-of-order due to a lack of blood flow, since all blood had been located in my cock, I wasn’t capable of functioning properly. That was all behind me now, I told myself as I watched the remnants of my body’s fluids disappear down the drain…like I wished Eli would.


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