Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Maybe not go toward whoever is shooting next time.”
“I had to try and see who it was. And look,” he said, holding out his arms. “I’m fine. You’re fine. It’s all good.”
“No, it’s not. Someone fucking shot at us. For the second time in the past three days, someone shot at us.” He moved closer until his face was inches from JB’s and their bodies were touching. “Someone tried to kill you.”
“We don’t know that.”
“There are bullets in your truck. I’d say they were definitely trying. And you won’t even call the police or the sheriff or whoever you need to get some help.”
JB sighed. “Will you ease off if I agree to do that?”
Cole held his breath because JB felt so good, he couldn’t breathe right. “No,” he whispered. “I don’t want to.” He leaned closer, until JB’s warm breath brushed over his lips, until his body heat seeped into Cole’s. He stared at JB’s lips until the man made a strangled noise in his throat.
“You’re the one who said there would be no more kissing,” JB reminded him softly.
“I was wrong.” Cole pressed his mouth to JB’s. His lips were so damn soft. Cole groaned and sought entrance to his mouth. JB opened for him with a moan.
The kiss was voracious, sending a thrill of hot desire spinning through Cole. He pushed JB into the counter, pressing his body to his, feeling the hard evidence of JB’s returned desire against his groin. He couldn’t stop from rubbing—just a little—and JB’s groan was music to his ears. Flicking his tongue along JB’s, he slid it deep into his mouth, searching for every taste. He couldn’t get enough of the man.
JB’s hands slid around to Cole’s back, pulling his shirt out of his jeans. He made his way underneath to touch bare skin, then brought his palms back around, one of his fingers grazing Cole’s nipple.
Cole sucked in his breath.
JB must have noticed his response, because his fingers went to his nipple and this time, he lightly pinched it while his other hand slid down to Cole’s stomach.
This was addictive. Cole loved having the man’s hands on him, loved the way it made him quake inside. He lifted his hands, cupping JB’s neck and angled a deeper kiss, swallowing JB’s moan. He sucked on JB’s lower lip, then ran his tongue inside his mouth.
JB’s hands had stopped at his waist. He stroked his thumbs over Cole’s hip bones like he couldn’t get enough of touching Cole.
But it wasn’t enough. Cole needed more, needed to feel naked skin. He reached for the hem of JB’s T-shirt and lifted it. JB raised his arms, and even the sight of his hairy armpits didn’t throw him off. No, he was intrigued by JB’s body even as a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that this was all new. That a man was doing all this, a man was making him feel this way. He shoved away that little voice to deal with later.
He unbuttoned his own shirt quickly, not bothering to pull it off his arms as he plastered their chests together. They both had smooth skin, and JB’s warm flesh felt wonderful against his. Cole started kissing him again, though his lips were starting to feel puffy. He didn’t care, wanted his mouth on JB more than he wanted air.
“Shit,” JB breathed on his lips. “More. Touch me, Cole.”
Hands nearly shaking, Cole ran his palms down JB’s sides, feeling the straightness of his waist, then sliding around to feel the sinewy, corded muscles of his back. His hunger for the man invaded every cell in his body, and he kept running his hands all over that hot skin.
“You feel so good,” Cole said, his voice gruff.
“So do you.”
Their hands roamed as they kept kissing. Deep, luscious kisses that went to Cole’s head. Desire flooded him. He had some idea of what to do with a man—he had a penis of his own, of course—but this was all so new. And exciting. He pulled back, taking in the kiss-swollen lips and the hooded yearning in JB’s eyes.
“You’re okay with this?” JB asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I am.” He wasn’t sure who was more surprised by his answer, him or JB. Didn’t matter. He didn’t want to stop.
Cole kept his eyes locked with JB’s as he opened JB’s jeans and slid his hand into his pants. Cole’s own dick was so hard, he could barely breathe. He wrapped his fingers around JB’s cock, feeling the satiny skin of it. JB watched his face, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. When Cole tightened his fingers, JB’s eyes rolled into his head, then closed.
Cole growled, shock surging through him at how hot it was to touch JB like this.
He slowly stroked JB. The man’s eyes opened and locked on to his, those pale blue orbs raw with need. He was doing this to JB, causing him to lose it. Awe swelled and crashed through him in a wave. Longing flared, hot and heavy. He could do nothing but feel, taking in JB’s masculine scent. He buried his face in his neck, JB’s fast pulse dancing against his lips. He kissed that pulse, and a shudder ran through JB. Cole smiled, opening his mouth over the hot skin there.