Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
That woman could be his soul mate. Hell, any of them could be. Hale was bisexual, so he’d be happy with a male or a female. So, Harrison would stay in the room and let him flirt.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to pace and wish to destroy things in the small room.
“Fuck!” he snarled as he crossed to his suitcase and started unpacking it. He didn’t even line his things up properly. Everything was getting flung into haphazard places.
This had gotten completely out of hand. The thought of the Air Weaver finding his soul mate ripped through him like knives.
Hale walked into the room and slammed the door behind him. “You did it again,” he accused as he tossed his satchel onto the bed. “You were jealous, and it was so obvious, you ran her off.”
“If you want her so badly, go after her.” Harrison stalked toward Hale and grabbed his shirt in his fist. “Go on, go after her.”
“I don’t want her, you dumbass, I want you!” Hale shoved him as thunder rumbled outside. “I’m not even interested in finding a soul mate because I want your dumb ass.”
Harrison shoved him back and Hale hit the wall. Breathing hard, he moved into Hale’s space and placed his hands on either side of Hale’s head. They stared at each other for several rapid heartbeats, an electric current snapping between them. There was no stopping it. No reason or logic. He needed Hale more than he needed air.
Hale suddenly wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. His mouth crushed into Harrison’s and he pressed for entrance. Harrison opened for him, their tongues sliding together. Hale tasted like the soda he’d been drinking on the drive, and Harrison sent his tongue in for a deeper taste.
Hale’s hands were suddenly on the move, running them over Harrison’s chest and down to his waist. He gripped his hips and pressed them together. A moan reverberated up Harrison’s throat at the feel of Hale’s hard dick, and he wanted it in his hand. He wanted that more than he’d wanted anything in his life.
Shoving a hand between them, Harrison reached for the fly of Hale’s jeans and quickly opened it. The underwear was already pushed forward by his straining cock, creating a small space for him to slip his hand inside. His fingers closed around that rigid cock and they both cried out in pleasure. The skin was silky smooth, the tip wet with pre-cum. He’d expected it to feel like his own, but this was nothing like touching himself.
Desire thrummed through him, making him almost dizzy. He stroked Hale, listening as Hale’s breaths picked up. The man stared at him with half-lidded blue eyes, lost to the steady stroke of Harrison’s fist. He was so damn sexy, he took Harrison’s sanity away.
He knew what to do, knew what felt good when he touched himself. He wished for lube but didn’t want to move an inch from where they were. He could only stroke that silky dick and watch Hale’s face. He moved his hand slowly, keeping his fingers tight.
“You know you’re touching a man,” Hale panted out.
“It’s pretty damn obvious.” Harrison ran his thumb over the wet tip of Hale’s cock.
“And you like it?”
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed out as he slid the pre-cum down Hale’s erection. “I want to do so many things to you, but the feel of you in my hand is unbelievable.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
Harrison leaned in close and whispered in his ear. His lips nipped at the tender lobe and his breath danced across the shell of his ear as he said, “I want to take you in my mouth. Want to fuck you. Want to bend you over that bed and drive into you deep.”
“Oh, fuck.” Hale’s body drew up, and he spilled over Harrison’s hand in an eruption of warm fluid.
The second Hale was done, Harrison frantically reached for his own fly, but Hale’s hands were in the way. He made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat as Hale choked out a laugh and moved his hands out of the way. Harrison’s hand was still covered in cum and he grabbed himself and started stroking.
“Let me do it,” Hale ordered as he smoothed his own cum over Harrison’s cock.
“Oh, oh damn,” Harrison bit out as he closed his eyes. Hale’s hand felt amazing and the slickness from his cum only added to the sensation.
Hale sped up his movements. “Look at me.”
He opened his eyes and stared at Hale as the pleasure from having a hand on his dick went to his head.
“Know it’s my hand on you. It’s my hand making you feel like this.”
He leaned in close and whispered. “I know it’s you.” Then he slid his tongue into Hale’s mouth and Hale’s own met his with a slippery slide. Harrison groaned and took the kiss deeper as Hale kept moving his hand. His balls drew up, his orgasm gathering, and Harrison pulled away and groaned again. He wasn’t ready to come yet, wanted this to last longer, but it had been building inside him for so long, he was powerless against the flood of pleasure that overtook him. His vision whited out as he threw his head back and cried out.