Wayward Read Online Mary Calmes

Categories Genre: Crime, M-M Romance, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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“Heart palpitations?” I teased him.

He stopped walking to shoot me the most deadpan look ever. Like he was so over my bullshit.

I snorted out a laugh.

“Making fun of me is not charming,” he informed me.

God, I was crazy about him already. “Come here.”

He shook his head but did anyway, walking over to me, into my personal space, and waited. I put my hands on his hips and lifted my face for a kiss.

“I’m a bit invested myself,” I whispered, licking my lips before parting them.

Dropping his clothes, he took hold of the back of my neck and wrapped his other arm around my waist yanking me close and kissing me deeply. I coiled my arms around his neck and held on as he pressed me tight against him.

I wanted him, he wanted me just as badly, so waiting was stupid, but at the same time, I’d never had a connection with a lover like I already had with Gale.

Shoving him off me, I was panting as I stared at him.

“I just need to go to my place and grab my lube,” he told me.

I squinted at him.

“No? Not romantic?”

“Take a shower,” I ordered him.

He immediately turned and bolted for the bathroom.

Once he was in there a few minutes, I sneaked in and saw him leaning into the spray, face in the water, all covered in suds that he was letting run off his body.

He was beautiful. All that wet golden skin over hard muscles, the lines of him all carved, his ass round and perfect. When I got in behind him, putting my hands on his back, his moan was pure surrender.

Seeing how hard he was, fully erect, I turned him around and dropped to my knees.

“I was in here thinking about you,” he murmured.

“Good,” I whispered before leaning forward and taking him down the back of my throat.

“Maks,” he yelled as I sucked hard, then eased up for a moment, running my tongue along his length before deep throating him again, taking hold of him so I could lick and lave, nibble gently along his length, only to return to the beginning.

I dragged my tongue over his balls, held them in my hand, pressed my face to his groin as I took him even deeper, and then began the in and out I could tell he liked, given the way he shivered.

“Maks…honey,” he groaned, head back, eyes closed, leaning against the wall of the shower now, needing it to remain standing. “I want to take care of you and––fuck,” he husked, bracing himself with one hand as I feasted on his cock.

I felt him thicken in my mouth, felt him tense as he fisted a hand in my hair, but I didn’t stop. I kept the suction strong, wanting what he was about to give me.

“Honey, you hafta— I’m gonna come and— Maks!”

I bit him. Just gently, never to hurt, but between that sudden twinge of pain and the quickly resumed sucking, he was a goner. He came thick and hot down my throat, and I swallowed fast, taking it all.

He was shuddering when I licked the last drop. I stood and faced the warm spray, washed my face in the water, then turned around to look at him, pleased he hadn’t been able to move.

“Jesus, Maks,” he rasped. “You’re just walkin’ around with that mouth?”

I chuckled, and he moved faster than I thought he could, grabbing me tight and kissing me, his tongue tasting mine, over and over, finally sucking on it as both hands gripped my ass.

“I’ve never… You took so much time,” he whispered against my lips. “No one ever— You’re so beautiful and sexy, and you have this amazing heart that… Just don’t go away. Please don’t go away.”

“Where would I go?” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, then kissed him.

The way he held me, like I was his treasure, was a brand-new experience.

Once we were out of the shower, dried off and in bed, he spooned me. We heard a little whimper, so I rolled forward to pick up Misha, and Gale muttered that he needed to make him a ramp.

“Yeah? You gonna do that?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, his arm tight around me, his lips at my ear. “This weekend.”

“Okay,” I whispered, turning my head so his lips brushed my cheek.

“Maks…you shouldn’t have… I mean, I loved it, more than loved it, but I didn’t do anything for you and––”

“And it always has to be equal? That’s what you’re saying?”

“No, but––”

“There’s no rules. There should never be rules between me and you.”

“Yes, good, okay,” he said, rolling me to my back so he could lie on top of me, pinning me under him.

I was chuckling as he took my mouth. Misha’s growling made us both smile.

“Fucking dog is a cock block,” he told me.


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