Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Yeah, he has.”
Sully leans a little closer to me and grins. “You called me pretty.”
I roll my eyes. “I was talking about the stars, asshole.”
“No you weren’t. You think I’m pretty, Porter Dixon. Admit it.”
I can’t help but laugh, wrap an arm around his shoulders, pull him close, and kiss his temple. It takes me a moment to realize I shouldn’t have done that. We’re too close to the house. “Fuck. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” I haven’t hidden the fact that I’m queer in a long time, but I’ve never wanted to touch someone in front of others the way I do Sully, never wanted to claim them and kiss them in front of the whole world. I need to get a damn handle on my emotions before I fuck things up.
“I don’t want you to apologize for kissing me. And come here.” He picks up the telescope and blanket, then leads me farther away from the house and barn. Sully uses his phone’s flashlight, and we go into the shadows of a field, where no one can see us.
He sets up the telescope, but instead of looking through it, he lies in the grass and tugs me down too. The moon is bright, like a light in the sky for us, adding to what his phone produces.
Sully rests his head in the crook of my arm, the two of us on our backs, taking in the stars.
“Look, there’s Orion.” He points.
“I have no idea what you’re pointing at.” I chuckle. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”
“He’s the hunter. See those three stars? That’s his belt.”
I cock my head. “You’re making shit up.”
“No I’m not.”
I kiss his temple again. I know he’s not, but I like to give him shit. “I see it…though I’d rather be looking for your belt.”
He rolls his eyes. “Always so horny.”
“For you? Fuck yes.”
Sully laughs again. I run my hand up and down his arm as we settle in, just looking at the sky.
“He go to the bar?”
“Yep,” I reply.
“He’s getting worse.”
He is. I almost tell Sully what he said in the bunkhouse, but I don’t want to worry him, so I roll on top of him instead and kiss him. This is a whole lot better than talking anyway.
Chapter 25
Bishop
I groan into the kiss because Porter’s mouth feels so good. It’s a cool night, but not chilly enough to have to head inside. Besides, I’ve got Porter to warm me, and since fall has been less ornery this year, with more pleasant and dry days than not, we might as well take advantage of it.
Porter’s lips move down my neck, his fingers unbuttoning my shirt as he goes. When his tongue lashes a nipple, I hiss. Of all the lovers I’ve had, Porter is the only one who always takes the time to touch every part of my skin he can reach, and being reminded of that is like a shock to my system.
My cock is hard as a fence post in my jeans, and it feels like it might bust through the fabric. As if he can read my thoughts, his fingers release the button and unzip the fly, bringing my shaft some needed relief. My skin is exposed to the cool air, but I don’t even notice because I’m burning for him. Porter licks at my hip bones and then buries his nose in the nest of hair at my groin.
I moan a little too loudly when his hot breath wafts against my sensitive head.
“Shh,” he coos. “We might not be seen by anyone, but we also don’t want to be heard. Don’t want a pack of wolves surrounding us either.”
A laugh bursts from my lips. More like a giggle. I’m giggling like a little kid with Porter fucking Dixon. But then, I always could.
“The wolves will just stop to watch us, marveling at how good we are together.”
He plants a kiss on my belly. “Now who’s overly confident?”
“I am when I’m with you.” I reach out to touch a lock of his hair. “You make me feel…”
“What?” he urges, his voice rumbling against my stomach.
“Like I’m alive with possibility. Like I just might get everything I’ve dreamed of.”
Porter’s eyes spring to mine with a tenderness I haven’t seen in a long while. “What do you dream of?”
I shut my eyes and shake my head because it’s too damned much and my heart is threatening to explode. Instead, I wiggle my hips. “You gonna suck me or what?”
I expect a smirky retort, but he engulfs my dick in his hot mouth, stealing my breath. He bobs for a while before pulling off to offer one anyway. “That shut you up right quick.”
I groan. “I have no idea if you’re speaking actual words. I’m too busy dying for your mouth.”
“Yeah?” He licks the slit. “Let me hear you beg for it.”