Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Roman’s gaze drifted over to Theo, who was sitting next to Wyatt on the couch. “A dead man doesn’t mean a dead trail. People’s digital footprints stay long after their physical footprints are gone. That’s where Tor and Salt come in. I want you two to work together and figure out where that last message from Alejandro was sent.”
“Sounds easy enough,” Tor said with a cocky smile. “We always worked well together anyway. Even when we were dating, which is rare, right? You should never work with someone you’re dating, but it worked for us.”
Roman kept his surprise contained, his expression blank.
Dating? They dated? What the hell? Why didn’t Wyatt mention anything earlier?
A rosebud of jealousy popped up inside him, its thorns sinking in.
“Don’t worry, none of us are following that rule,” Bang Bang joked with an arm around Doc. Roman’s eyes went to Wyatt, who sat with his back straight and gaze pinned on the RuPaul statue as if he was about to stand up and worship her. That only sparked an even deeper flare of jealousy inside of him. Did he and Tor still have something?
“Work on figuring out where the Pride is hiding,” Roman continued forward, ignoring the rising annoyance at now having to work alongside Wyatt’s secret ex-boyfriend. He didn’t so much care that they dated once, but he did care that Wyatt wasn’t up-front with him about it. An “old friend” was very different from saying someone was an ex-boyfriend.
“When we have a location, then we can go after the tome. But before that, we’re pretty much twiddling our thumbs.”
“We’ll get started right away. Right, Wyatt?”
Wyatt didn’t even look to his side, keeping his eyes forward. He nodded and swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Roman wanted to have a word with Wyatt.
In private.
“Actually, I’m going to steal Wyatt for the night. We’ve got a lot to discuss. Can you handle the preliminary work on your own?”
“Pfft,” Tor said with a dismissive hand wave. “I can probably handle all the work on my own.”
“Great,” Roman said, turning to Wyatt. “Come on, then. Let’s not waste time.”
Wyatt’s eyebrows rose, his lips pouting as if he knew he was in trouble and had already started asking for forgiveness. He stood up from the couch and followed Roman to the bedroom, where Roman closed the door and locked it before going over to the record player and playing the Lana Del Rey album.
He turned to Wyatt, the temperature in the bedroom skyrocketing even though the fan was on. “I don’t want anyone hearing this.”
Roman grabbed Wyatt’s hips and pushed him onto the bed. His cock twitched, growing hard against his thigh, pushing against the khaki shorts. A flare of possessiveness drove the flames of want and need that scorched through Roman’s core. He wanted to lay Wyatt bare, strip him down to his soul and fuck him until all thoughts of ex-boyfriends were obliterated.
“Take off your clothes,” Roman said with a growl, dropping his shorts and rubbing the wet bulge in his Calvins. Wyatt didn’t waste any time, throwing his clothes in a pile on the floor and laying back on the bed, completely naked, his twitching length already leaking a string of precome down onto the light patch of hair on his belly.
“Fuck, Salt, I’m going to make you mine tonight.”
Chapter 12
Wyatt Hernandez
Wyatt’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as pleasure overwhelmed him. He melted into the bed, every muscle in his body becoming totally relaxed. Roman slowly rubbed his legs, opening them, his gaze floating up and down the length of Wyatt’s naked body as if he were taking in a painting at the Louvre.
“God, Salt, you’re perfection. Every single piece of you.” Roman slowly stroked himself as he spoke, his Calvins dropped around his ankles. Wyatt’s cock pulsed, a bead of precome leaking from the tip. He never considered himself perfect, especially not his own body. He’d always been skinny and slightly awkward with an average dick, far from the ripped and hung man that was currently devouring him with his eyes.
Wyatt flushed, rubbing his chest and grinding down on the bed.
“Look at you. Fuck, you’re so hard,” Roman said as he rubbed Wyatt’s length, still stroking himself with his other hand. He thumbed the leaking tip, lifting it, a string of clear precome attached. Roman brought his thumb up to his lips, smiling as he sucked on it.
“And you taste so fucking good, too.”
Apparently, he wasn’t lying because Roman leaned in for another taste, swirling his tongue across Wyatt’s wet slit. Shock waves rocked through him. He pushed upward, rubbing himself on Roman’s lips, feeling the warmth of his breath caress him. Roman kissed his way down Wyatt’s shaft.
“Fuck, I love your cock. Feed it to me, Wyatt. Fuck my throat.” Roman opened his mouth and took Wyatt’s rock hard dick inside. The heat and moisture combined to create a nuclear reaction inside Wyatt’s core.