SWAT Ed – Fox & Bull (Nothing Special #8) Read Online A.E. Via

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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“Oh my god,” Bull rumbled. He wore a sensual scowl, his brows drawn down as if he were concentrating.

The more they rubbed their slick bodies together, the more intense Bull’s touch became. Everything about the man in his arms was so serious, so tangible, Fox could never deny what was happening between them. It was too damn powerful. It was in every look, smile, frown, laugh, and touch.

Bull caught one of Fox’s legs at the bend of his knees and lifted it high… high… higher on his hip until Fox’s kneecap was near his cheek. The tip of his cock was peeking from the top of his boxer briefs, weeping for attention, literally, his hole open but too empty.

“I like how flexible you are,” Bull confessed, turning and dragging the flat of his tongue along the inside of Fox’s thigh.

Fox arched his back, impatient as fuck but not willing to rush what he’d been waiting for for so long, and he wasn’t willing to rob himself of the thrill of anticipation. But damn, Bull’s mouth was scorching and confident, flicking and nipping at him in all of his sensitive places. He nibbled the back of Fox’s knee until his toes curled, and he considered it might be time to beg for Bull to shift his focus elsewhere.

“I like how heavy you are,” Fox whispered in Bull’s ear, then sucked the chubby lobe between his teeth.

Bull’s chest vibrated with his throaty groan, and Fox felt the rumbling clear down to his balls. His sac was hanging full and heavy between his legs. His throbbing cock wedged against their rigid stomachs, the cap catching and dipping into each valley as Bull’s slow rhythm rocked them back and forth. It was more than enough stimulation to make him come.

“Fuck, Dom,” Fox praised.

Bull licked a sizzling trail up Fox’s throat, over his short beard, until his slack mouth was hovering over his. Bull’s lids rose slowly until their gazes locked, and it was as if the world came to a sudden halt. Nothing moved around them except the atmosphere. Bull’s hips were stilled in a downward thrust, and Fox’s hand froze over Bull’s heart, the other buried in his thick hair. What he saw in Bull’s whiskey-brown eyes stole the air from his lungs. Devotion. Then without a word spoken, their chests slammed together, and their arms clamped around each other’s bodies like vises. Fox tried to breathe while the hug intensified, but it only got more difficult.

“Dominic,” Fox said breathlessly, and Bull squeezed him even tighter.

Their hearts hammered against each other, and Bull’s pressure on his spine was causing a pleasurable ache in his lower back. Damn. Bull clutched him as though the hug had been trapped inside him and wanting out for weeks. And Fox couldn’t remember the last time he’d been embraced so hard that it hurt?

Never.

Bull was the first to unclench his arms, and Fox had to press the back of his head into the pillow and crane his neck to stare into Bull’s eyes. No words were needed, and just like from the beginning, they were able to say what they needed with only a look.

“Hey,” Bull finally rumbled.

“Hey.” Fox massaged the back of Bull’s head and brought their foreheads together.

“Want you so fuckin’ bad.”

“I know.” Fox moaned, his voice raspy and thick while Bull shuddered on top of him. Fox eased his palm down Bull’s hairy chest when he noticed his own unsteady hand. Was their connection so fucking real that it was frightening? Fox hooked his thumb into the waistband of his boxer briefs and began to tug them down his hips when his phone vibrated on Bull’s end table and multiple reds points popped up on the screen.

“Shit.” Fox pushed at Bull’s chest. “Get up, Dominic.”

“What’s that? What’s going on?” Bull said, rolling off him so Fox could get up.

“It’s the motion sensor alarm that I placed by the broken fence,” Fox whispered, staring at the phone as he rushed out of Bull’s room and across the hall into his own.

The bastards had come back like Fox said they would. It was dark in his room except the slight glow from the monitors that’d woken up. All three were flashing with warnings, indicating intruders were closing in. He quickly scanned the multiple cameras to see how many had come and if they were coming from different directions.

“Fox, talk to me.” Bull rushed into the room behind him.

“I need you stay quiet and stay down, Bull,” Fox said as he yanked a pair of jeans from the foot bench and jerked them up his legs.

Bull crouched beside the bed as he stared in horror at the three individuals on the monitor emerging through the tree line, only yards from his house. He glanced around as if he was unsure what to do. “My father, Amelia.”


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