Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Race you to the bedroom!” And Atlas was off like a fairy sprite…Hawk close behind.
*****
Clay watched in sadness as Sky led Indi around the room countless times so he could learn where everything was located. Indi didn’t look sad, though. He would smile and laugh at himself when he ran into something. This man was so different than the one that existed two weeks ago. Clay would like to think he had something to do with that new smile. He knew one thing, he intended to be the reason to keep it on his face for the rest of their lives. He knew now wasn’t the time to start pushing for marriage, but he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.
It was pure love and always had been…he’d just been too big of a fool to realize it.
He slowly walked toward Indi, trying to be as quiet as possible. Right before he got within reaching distance, Indi reached out and gave him a shove. “No way a man as big as you can sneak up on me. Why were you trying?”
“I was just going to mention that the only thing you needed to learn the location of was the damn bed!” Clay made a quick grab, picked Indi up off his feet, and tossed him on the center of the bed. Clay’s body covered Indi’s before his lover could even complain about being manhandled…not that he did. His long legs opened wide to welcome Clay’s body. “Damn, Indi, I’m so sorry for all the times I hurt you. I’m a stubborn ass that wouldn’t accept that I was something different than what I’d always thought me to be.”
Indi’s hand wrapped around the base of Clay’s neck in a choke hold. “You find other men attractive?”
“Absolutely not,” Clay answered when Indi loosened his grip just enough to allow Clay to speak. “Other dudes are gross. You are my only man, now and for always.” Clay kissed Indi hard, proving the honesty of his words.
When they finished the kiss, Indi whispered, “I’m not angry over being blind anymore. It’s just a fact of life. Something went wrong with the mission, and I paid the price—it’s a risk all of us take…but I’d give everything, even my soul, just to see you one more time.”
“Fuck, Indi,” Clay answered in a broken voice. “I’m not giving up on that. Transplants can happen.”
“Not often but, we aren’t focusing on that. We are focusing on the now. Us. You and me. Together.” Indi paused and grinned before adding, “With wayyyyy too many clothes on. Get me naked, man. I’m going to be a pillow princess tonight. You are doing all the work.”
Clay smiled to himself. “Honey, I enjoy doing all the work.” After that, he ripped Indi’s shirt off and then slowly worked his pants and boxer briefs down his lean, gorgeous legs. Indi’s cock was already hard and dripping. Hell, so was Clays’. This was for Indi though. He inched his way up the bed and roughly grabbed Indi’s ass and lifted him off the bed, tossing his legs over Clay’s shoulders. There would be bruises on his ass tomorrow. Clay would love seeing his handprint marking his territory. With one gulp, he swallowed Indi’s cock, gagging at the back of his throat but forcing himself to take more. His head bobbed faster and then slower, just to torture his pillow princess. Indi was moaning and begging. When he moved to threatening, Clay finished him off, swallowing every drop. He finished their first round with a horny kiss, spitting some of Indi’s own cum into his lover’s mouth.
“I love you,” Clay whispered.
“Love you back,” Indi answered. “God, you have to know how much I love you.”
“Why say that?”
Indi laughed. “Baby, you were such a bad lay up until you got mad at me and took me on the kitchen table. You were so freaking scared you’d break me if you got too rough. I knew it; it was the only reason I kept you own as my whore.”
“And now for your weekly spanking…” Clay responded.
*****
Hollister had chosen three bedrooms on the South-side of the castle. He loved that they would all be close, but not tripping over each other like in the old Victorian house that was only half finished. After getting them settled in, he’d wandered all over the castle, his fingertips tracing the walls of the cold stone as he walked. He’d walked and walked until he’d found a large metal door. It wasn’t enclosed—more like the outside door he’d seen earlier, all twirls and swirls, with openings in between. A major difference between this door and that one was that there were heavy metal doors on the other side on the twirls and swirls, keeping them safe inside. Another difference? Well, it would be the sound coming from wherever this particular door led to. He could see stone steps and sconces meant to look like candles hanging from the wall, lighting the path. The sound reminded him of someone being whipped. There were male grunts and a whimper every now and then.