Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He lifted his hips, bouncing me on his lap.
“Dammit, touch me,” he demanded.
I wrapped my hand around both of us again. Ghost tipped his head back as I squeezed hard, slowly moving my hand up until I reached the top. I dipped a finger into his slit, teasing him, then bringing the precum to my mouth. He watched as I licked it off my finger and replaced my hand with his, giving us both rough strokes. I fucking loved it.
“I want it just like this,” I said. “Is this enough? It feels so damn good, and I don’t want to hold back.”
“I didn’t know how hot a hand job could be until you started this. It’s more than enough. I’m not going to hold back either.”
I clung to him, hands gripping his shoulders. He wrapped his free hand around the back of my neck.
“I want you looking right at me when I make you come.”
He worked us with just the right amount of pressure as if he instinctively knew exactly what I wanted. I slid my cock against his, needing all the friction I could get.”
“Please don’t stop. So close.”
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to look right into my eyes, and I’m going to see how good it is for you, how much you love this.”
27
GHOST
Rogue cried out as I came. If there’d been anybody near the shed, I had no doubt they would’ve heard him.
He held my gaze as his hot cum spilled over my hand. Seeing the pleasure in his eyes, the desperate need, the pure ecstasy that was almost pain, was all it took for me. My body shattered as heat raced through me. I shot my load until there was an absurd amount of cum running down my hand, his and mine mingled together. It felt perfect.
When we were both wrung dry, I lifted my hands to my mouth and licked away some of the mess. Rogue leaned in and helped, sucking my fingers into his mouth and making sure he got them thoroughly clean.
I kissed him, and he lifted his hips, forcing our spent cocks together as he kissed me back more fiercely than he ever had. If my dick had been able to rise again at that moment, we would have been going another round.
Was I ever going to stop wanting him?
I didn’t think so.
When he’d ended the kiss and drawn in a few ragged breaths, he said, “Can you stay?”
“I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” I didn’t care. The people I worked with could be as angry with me as they wanted to be. It didn’t matter. I was going to leave the FBI after this operation ended. It was time to do something else, and somehow, someway, it needed to involve Rogue.
He tried to stand, but he swayed, and I had to steady him.
“Go easy.”
He grinned. “Even with just your hand, you fuck me senseless.”
“Damn right.”
He took a few steps, pulled a bin from a shelf, and extracted a plastic container of baby wipes.
“I’m not even going to ask why you have these here.”
He smiled. “It’s probably not as exciting as you imagine.”
We stripped out of our pants and cleaned ourselves the best we could. Then Rogue pulled a blanket off the back of the couch, and we cuddled up on the twin mattress.
“When do you need to head back to the house?” I asked.
“Not for a while.”
I looked at the clock. It was already three. “I’m setting an alarm for six. Is that good?”
“That’ll do. I don’t care if anyone wants to bitch at me. I deserve this time with you.”
“You do, angel.” I set the alarm, laid down my phone, and pulled him against me.
I was drifting off to sleep when I thought I heard him whisper, “I love you.” I might have been dreaming, but I hoped I wasn’t.
28
ROGUE
When the alarm went off, I tried to ignore it. I pulled the blanket over my head and snuggled closer to Ghost, but the bastard kicked the blanket off and sat up.
“We can’t stay here. You know that.”
“I want to spend the day in bed with you.”
“Eventually, I’ll make that happen, but not today.”
He was right. This wasn’t the time to spring our relationship on my brothers. I sat up, stretched, then forced myself to start getting dressed.
I looked at the clock and groaned. “I wish I had time to go to the house and change, but I’m going to have to go straight to the barn.”
“Won’t you just be covered in mud and horse shit soon anyway?”
I glared at him. “The horses don’t shit on me.”
“Well, mud then. Won’t it cover the smell.”
He was right. It wouldn’t be as easy to notice that my jeans smelled like cum when I was working in a barn.