Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
His heart went wild beneath Liam’s palm. The words and touch brought his temper down a few notches but enflamed his desire. “He was talking to another guy about how hot you are and said you were going for coffee. You telling me he was making that shit up?”
Liam watched him for a moment before a sly smile curved up one side of his mouth. “Holy crap, you’re jealous.”
He thought about denying it. He really did, but what the fuck would be the point? Jealous didn’t come close to describing the green monster clawing its way through his body. “Luxe…”
“He asked me out, and I declined but said I’d be interested in a friendship. Then he said he was meeting a group of his friends on Friday morning for coffee. Since I don’t have anyone in town to hang out with, he invited me, and I accepted. As a friend. I don’t know anyone here besides you, Tate, and…”
And we can’t even go out in public.
He didn’t need to say it.
“You don’t want to fuck him?” As the anger leached out of him, need, just as violent and intense, took its place.
“No,” Liam whispered, gripping his T-shirt and shaking him. “I want to fuck you. Just you.”
Fuck yes. Tate released Liam’s throat and coasted his hand down the man's chest, over his flat abs to the cock he couldn’t get off his mind. “Now?” he asked as he gripped Liam through his pants.
Liam hissed. “Oh God, yes. Now. Let’s go upstairs.”
The fire heating his blood wouldn’t wait that long. He ripped Liam’s pants open and shoved his hand down into his skimpy briefs, wrapping it around his hard cock.
“Oh shit, Tate… fuck.”
He loved the heat of Liam’s dick in his hand. Acting on the attraction he had to men had always been about getting off. Until he met this remarkable man, he had no idea how much he’d enjoy touching for the sake of touching. Whitney and Randy were in a real relationship. Did they do this shit? Did they want to touch each other for no reason besides it made them feel good to have their lover's skin against their hand?
After three rough strokes, he yanked his hand from Liam’s briefs to the music of the man’s groan. “The apartment is too fucking far,” he ground out as he turned Liam to face the wall. One second later, his hand was back around the dancer’s dick, this time with Liam’s shorts and briefs down below that perfect ass. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he rumbled against Liam’s ear before attacking his neck with biting kisses and grinding his own covered dick against Liam’s bare ass. Liam leaked a stream of precum into Tate’s fist, easing the way.
“Oh God, Tate. This… I…. I’m just letting you be yourself.”
And, fuck, if that wasn’t hotter than any fantasy he could dream up.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LIAM WAS BURNING alive with desire. The whiplash of the past few minutes from Tate’s anger and jealousy to intense lust, had his brain playing catchup to his body, which was a hundred percent on board getting it on out back behind his studio.
It was private enough, even though technically, anyone could wander back there at any time. But he couldn’t care less. The only thing he cared a lick about was getting fucked and getting fucked now.
“You’re right. Upstairs is too damn far. Fuck me, now.”
Tate ground his rock-hard erection against Liam’s ass, making him moan.
“Jesus, Luxe, you sure? Right here?”
“Yes, do it now.”
The pressure against his ass disappeared as Tate wrestled with his jeans.
Liam rested his forehead and palms against the warm brick of the building. “You have supplies?” he asked.
“Sure as hell do. Started carrying them around a few days ago. Never know when I’m gonna need you.”
I need you all the time.
Thank God he had enough brain power to keep that clingy thought in his head. Instead, he said, “Good thinking, Boy Scout.”
He heard a snort and the crinkled rip of the condom packet before Tate said, “I’da been kicked out on day one.”
Cool, slick fingers slid through his crease, making him jump. His breathing sped in anticipation of what was to come and how damn hot it would be.
“You good?” Tate asked.
“Yeah, do it. Just a quick prep. I can’t wait.”
Tate probed his hole, then slid two thick fingers straight in, immediately getting to work, loosening him up.
“Jesus,” Liam whispered as the intense pressure made his knees wobble.
A raw chuckle sounded in his ear. “Like that?” Tate asked as he scissored his fingers.
“Yes.” Liam slapped the brick wall. “Just like that.” The fingers inside him twisted and stretched him, making him pant. “Enough! Good enough. Fuck me now.”
“Damn, it’s hot when you get all bossy. Sure you’re ready?” His voice was strained as though someone held his throat.