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)
“Your mother asked me to stay,” Cole whispered.
“Stay? At the ranch?” JB’s heart skipped a beat and then started racing again. Yes, this was a very good idea, but Cole sounded unsure, nervous. He pushed backward again, and Cole relaxed his hold so they could look each other in the eye. “Maybe you should stay.”
Cole’s reply was to draw him in for another brutal kiss. His fists pulled at JB’s shirt and he thrust their hips together. Their cocks ground alongside each other and JB moaned into Cole’s mouth. Closer. They needed to be closer. He needed more. Whether Cole decided to leave tomorrow or stayed forever, JB knew he had to at least grab for a little more.
“Fuck, Cole,” JB snarled, thrusting against Cole again to send a fresh zing of desire screaming through his body. “I need you. Need more.”
Cole bit his bottom lip, slowly releasing it as he shoved a hand between them. Cole squeezed his dick, and JB’s knees went weak. “Need this?”
Gritting his teeth together, JB pressed his nose into Cole’s neck. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
JB was sure that Cole would say no. He was trying to move at a pace Cole was comfortable with, but JB suspected this would be a deal breaker. Too much too fast.
To his shock, Cole grinned at him while massaging his cock through his pants. “Okay.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Definitely. But—”
JB instantly silenced what he was going to say with a kiss. “Nope. No buts. Too late.”
Grabbing Cole’s hand, he pulled him through the house toward his bedroom while Cole’s laughter followed them. They needed supplies. His body was screaming to just drop his pants and left Cole fuck him over the back of the couch or against the front door, but the tiny shred of sense left in his brain argued that they needed at least lube and a condom.
Also, somewhere soft. His damn knees and spine were too old for hardwood.
He released Cole’s hand when they got to his room and he rushed straight to his nightstand, digging around until he located a condom and a bottle of lube. Setting them both within easy reach, he turned to find that Cole’s shirt and shoes had already disappeared, and he was currently attacking his pants like they were a goddamn Chinese finger trap keeping him from the greatest prize of all.
JB tore off his shirt but had to sit to pry off his damn boots. He flung them across the small room and got to his feet to shove down his pants. He straightened with his pants and underwear around his ankles to find Cole standing opposite him completely naked.
Yeah, his brain broke.
Before him stood one of the sexiest men he had ever seen. Certainly the sexiest creature to ever enter his bedroom. He was tall with hard muscles and incredibly broad shoulders that tapered down into a flat stomach. His thick cock stood up from a tidy nest of black curls between two massive thighs that could crush his head like a walnut shell.
“Holy fuck,” JB breathed. “How the hell do you keep all of that,” he said, waving one hand at Cole from head to toe, “behind a desk all day?”
“I’m pretty good away from my desk too,” Cole growled. He took two steps, closing the distance between them so they were pressed together from knees to lips. Hot skin rubbed on hot skin, and JB thought he was going to implode. Cole kissed him like he meant to devour him, and JB was more than willing to offer himself up as a sacrifice. They pulled and tugged at each other, fingers digging deep into hard muscle. His ears were filled with the sounds of heavy panting, wet kisses, and his frantic heartbeat.
As much as he wanted to stretch things out and explore every inch of Cole’s body, he was going up in flames. His damn dick was leaking, and he wasn’t going to last if they didn’t get this moving more quickly.
JB tried to turn toward the bed, but he forgot that half his clothes were still wrapped around his ankles. He tumbled backward to the mattress, pulling Cole on top of him. The large man groaned and shifted his hips, rubbing his dick along the soft interior of his hip.
“Everything about you feels amazing.” Cole’s words came out muffled as he pressed his face into JB’s neck.
JB could only laugh. They hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. Cole was scattering his thoughts to the wind, and he really needed to focus. They continued to kiss while JB struggled to kick the last of his clothes off his legs.
When he was free at last, he rolled Cole over and braced himself up on his forearms, smiling down at the man. His dark hair was beautifully mussed from JB’s exploring fingers, and his lips were swollen from their kisses. There was a rosy flush to his skin, but it was the hunger in his eyes that got JB moving again.