Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“I’m trying,” Alec murmured. His tease came out as a carnal, throaty sound. Alec tilted his head back, pressing it to the bed. Keyes’s lips touched the warm, sweaty skin of Alec’s neck. “You hit it every single time.”
More than anything, he wanted to respond with something cute and hot meant to tease his lover, but words and reason took flight, leaving him nothing more than an urgent mass of tingly nerve endings. His hips began the rough crescendo of release, slapping against Alec’s ass. His knees went weak at the stunning pressure.
The visual of the man lying underneath him, Alec’s gorgeous body moving back and forth in the rhythm Keyes created, was just the tip he needed, right over the edge. The war raging inside him to make this moment last forever was lost to each powerful thrust.
Alec lifted his head. The heavy, heady weight of Alec’s darkening gaze brought Keyes’s forehead against his husband’s. He inhaled Alec’s intoxicating scent, a rich, spicy cologne along with musky, delicious need. The smell drove him crazy. There was nothing that could stop him now. He dropped down to the crook of Alec’s neck, his lips pressed there, relishing the wildly thumping vein.
Breath became uneven and ragged. He reached between them to stroke the bobbing cock. How time and the right man had changed him. He wanted Alec’s orgasm before his own. The feel of Alec’s shaft sliding through his calloused palm felt more right than any other moment of his life. The soft velvet wrapped around solid steel was pure perfection.
Keyes rose a fraction to better see Alec’s beautiful cock driving into his fist. He flitted his gaze lower to where their bodies came together.
“I… Coming.” Alec rode his palm like a bucking bronco.
Fire licked along Keyes’s spine, setting him ablaze from the inside out.
“Yes!” Alec hissed. His ass clenched and spasmed around Keyes. Alec’s come shot between them, painting his chest and warming Keyes’s fist. Alec arched his back as a throaty moan slipped free.
His body shook and shattered, his release pumping freely into his love. Every muscle in his body tensed and seized, frozen in the moment as reality melted away. Keyes collapsed. Alec’s hard body welcomed him there.
“Jesus, Key. How’s it still so good?” Alec panted.
“Mmmph,” Keyes groaned, gasping for breath as sleep lured him into her peaceful warmth. Alec’s ass twitched, milking the last few drops free. “Sleep.”
“Mmm-hmm…” Alec agreed. His palms massaged down the length of Keyes’s back, then up again. A rubdown he liked a whole damn lot, almost purring at the sensation.
Making love to his mister was everything, regardless of the reason that got them in bed that night.
~~~
Dev
One week later
“Hmm. The designs are impressive,” the senior Mr. Layne said, moving around printed pages of the digital files Dev had sent last night.
Keyes and Dev sat in Dev’s workspace inside his ink parlor on one end of a video call. Mr. Layne, their latest client, was on the other. They were using a video chat program that Dev had arranged. The only problem was that Dev hadn’t properly anticipated the length of time of the call. And his cheap ass hadn’t bought full access to the app. Their allotted sixty minutes were running out. If they didn’t wind it up soon, the video call would cut off, making them look unprofessional. Buddha knew they needed no help in that category.
Dev’s tight schedule gave him five extra minutes between the video call and his next scheduled tattoo. Per his parlor manager, Millie, the client was already waiting in the reception area. Millie was hovering close by, disinfectant in hand. She wanted to clean before the client sat for the tattoo.
Besides all those obstacles, he couldn’t run late today. This was his evening to be with the girls. Mrs. Phiri ran a tight ship, with no leeway in the schedule. The disapproving stare she’d give him always had lingering effects. He’d feel bad all night. Better to just be on time and avoid disappointment.
Focus on the video, jackass, and close this bitch down.
Mr. Layne was Alec’s boss’s old man. He wasn’t old, per se. Probably Dev’s old man’s age. Oh man, his heart smiled at the reminder of what his father had gone through. The thought sent excited goose bumps springing up along his forearms.
At least the smile stayed on the inside this time. Not the giant grin he usually gave when he thought about his old man’s newest forever home.
Goddammit, Dev, focus.
Layne.
Age.
Right. Maybe the guy was closer to seventy than he looked. The bike he had commissioned was as extraordinary as it was pricey. Out of all the sales they had made, Layne’s new sled was by far the most custom and costly. Layne was easily spending a hundred large. And if he stopped with the simple tweaks, they might get a deposit for half the total cost. Layne wasn’t in it for speed. He wanted a flashy cruiser, decked out in silver and gray. It was quite a bit for a man who had never owned a bike before.