Wilde Fire Read Online Lucy Lennox (Forever Wilde #3)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forever Wilde Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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I love you, beautiful boy,

Otto

I couldn’t think. The minute I saw him, my entire brain went on the fritz. Had I been quizzed on my own name right then, I would have had to phone a friend.

The man was goddamned glorious—about fifty times more stacked than when we were kids and seemingly covered in ink. I was surprised my dick hadn’t gone off already. It wanted to. It really, really wanted to.

“Lemme suck you off,” I begged unnecessarily. I fumbled into his open fly and pulled out his fat cock. It was just as giant as I remembered, if not thicker. I looked up at him. “Really? What did they feed you in the navy, boy?”

His sheepish grin was adorable as hell, and the weak winter light streaming in through the open barn door illuminated freckles that hadn’t all disappeared.

“You’re so beautiful,” I breathed.

We locked eyes for a moment—me with his thick, hard shaft in my hand and him with his fingers threaded in my hair. Dust motes floated through the silent air, and I had the sense that if I didn’t grab hold of him now, I was going to lose him forever.

Nerves rustled in my stomach as reality tried pushing in. There were things that needed saying between the two of us, but I’d be damned if I was going to stop touching him long enough for talking before I got him in my mouth.

I licked a fat stripe up the length of his cock without taking my eyes off his.

The groan that came out of him came from deep within, and I was desperate to make him do it again. My mouth enveloped him, sucking and slurping and devouring.

Strong fingers tightened in my hair and his hips began to pump into me. He remembered how much I loved it when he fucked my mouth.

My hands moved to his ass, and I pulled him in even tighter, encouraging him to go deep. I wasn’t a virgin teen anymore, but to this day, I’d still only tasted Otto Wilde’s cock.

Otto’s eyes widened as I took him deep in my throat, but he didn’t have time to think about it before his balls drew up, and he gasped out a warning.

“Gonna come.”

I sucked him harder and felt his cock jerk against my tongue as he exploded into my throat. My hands squeezed his balls gently and ran up the furry trail of his lower abs, appreciating every hair and bump along the way.

Finally, when I had slurped and licked and cleaned every inch of him, I looked up expecting to see the blissed-out relaxed face of the only man I’d ever loved.

His entire face had gone ashen and was creased with confusion and shock. He stared at something and I followed his gaze to the hand I held against his abdomen.

There, in all of its damning glory shined my thick gold wedding band.

I blinked at it and back up to him, realizing he’d have no idea what it was all about.

“Wait,” I blurted. “Wait, Otto. Let me explain.”

“Are you married or not?” His eyes begged me to deny it. “Yes or no.”

I couldn’t. “Yes. But—”

“Are you separated?”

“No, but Otto, listen. If you’ll just—”

He jumped back from my touch and nearly stumbled onto his ass. After yanking his jeans back up his legs and scrambling around to find his shirt, he dropped his face in his hands and made a sudden sobbing keening noise I thought would completely break me once and for all. It was the kind of noise I’d only ever heard when giving death notices to next of kin.

His words were broken. “Come find me when you’re no longer married, Seth. Until then, stay the fuck away from me.”

I didn’t even realize I’d started crying too until long after he’d run off and left me kneeling half naked on the barn floor regretting the day I’d ever met Jolie Prichard.

My wife.

When I walked through the front door of the house, I almost got run over by a skinny little girl.

“Whoa there, Tishie-poo,” I said with an attempted smile, reaching out to wrap my arms around her when I realized she’d come to give me a welcome home hug. Just the feel of her familiar embrace was enough to take the edge off what had happened between Otto and me. “What’s the hurry?”

“Uncle Seth! Mom let me make a cake from the cookbook you got me for Christmas, and we’re having it for dessert. So you have to hurry so we can eat dinner first. C’mon, we’ve been waiting for you! Where the heck have you been?”

I thought about being late to my family dinner because I had another person’s genitals in my mouth and felt an uneasy jangle in my gut. It hadn’t been cheating… not really. Jolie and I weren’t together like that. She’d known from day one that I was gay. But I’d still always respected our marriage vows anyway, out of simple respect for her reputation and Tisha’s.


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