Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Tavo
Why are you going there?
I’ll tell you when you get a little older.
Tavo sent me back a laughing emoji and an eggplant emoji.
I took a long, hot shower in Kincaid’s bathroom, reveling in the fact that I was done with work for the day and had the entire house to myself.
We didn’t know each other well enough for me to even consider poking around in his things. Kincaid had trusted me with access to his place, and I didn’t want to fuck up that trust by being nosy. So after the shower, I grabbed a pair of his pajama pants from the dresser where I’d already seen they lived and slid into his big bed. The sheets and pillowcases smelled like his citrus bodywash, and the familiar scent lulled me half to sleep right away.
From my spot on the bed, I could see into the partly open closet, where a well-worn ball cap sat on a shelf. The words were hard to make out, but it looked like it said Summer Song. There was something familiar about that.
It reminded me of a poem I’d read… and something else. But I was already half-asleep, cradled and comforted by the scent and warmth of Judd Kincaid. And the rest of my efforts to remember were lost to slumber.
22
KINCAID
DrunkenPoet: What would you do to me first if you had me naked and at your mercy?
IndexEcho: Stare. Then touch.
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I was a selfish man; I knew this. But when I saw Alex, sleep-warm and irresistible, I had to have him. First, I washed the mountain off me and used the shower spray to warm my skin so I didn’t freeze him with my touch.
When I slipped naked into bed and wrapped myself around him, I started with gentle kisses under his ear, down his neck. Across his shoulders and down to his nipples. The skin tightened against my tongue as he let out a breathy noise.
“Shh,” I murmured. “It’s just the man from Spokane.”
Low laughter rumbled through his chest to my lips. “I hate you.”
“I adore you. You’re about the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”
His fingers moved into my damp hair. “Who are you, and where did you put my grumpy fire chief?”
I continued kissing a path down his stomach to the hair above the waistband of his borrowed pajamas.
“You smell like my shower stuff,” I said gruffly. That scent, especially after finding him in my clothes, was bringing out the same possessive feelings I always had when getting naked with Alex Marian.
“Mmm. It’s funny because grapefruit tastes like dirt and disappointment, but somehow, I’ve started thinking it smells delicious and sexy, and—oh, god, I need to stop talking,” he babbled, trying to push my head lower.
Though he sounded half-asleep, his dick was already hard enough to tent the pajama fabric. I pulled them down and revealed his cock, warm and stiff with a bead of precum at the tip.
I kissed the salty fluid off and yanked down the pants until he was completely bare. Then I moved to the bedside table and grabbed the lube and a condom.
“Grab your knees, baby,” I murmured. “Show me that tight little hole.”
There was still a little moonlight coming through the window, enough to make out the puckered skin squeezing tight when he pulled his knees up. I leaned in to lick a stripe across the musky skin. “Stay just like that.”
I licked and sucked and nipped until Alex was pleading for my fingers. “You want my cock tonight?” I asked, moving up so I could see his reaction.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Fucking finally.”
He’d begged me to fuck him during previous hookup sessions, but I’d held back. It wasn’t because I didn’t think he was ready. If he said he was ready, he was ready. The problem was me. I hadn’t been sure I was ready.
I’d talked a big game about this only being physical, but from the first time our lips had touched, part of me had known it would go like this. That when I took him, when I buried myself balls-deep inside him, I wouldn’t be able to walk away or treat Alex Marian like anything other than mine. Once we did this, it wouldn’t be casual anymore by any stretch of the imagination.
And after seeing him flustered around his family tonight, willing to lie to keep this thing between us private, I’d wanted to claim him so badly. Tell his family, put all of Legacy on notice that Alexander Marian was mine… and would be for a very long time.
“This isn’t a lesson,” I told him. “Tell me you know that.”
His eyes widened. “Okay.”
“It’s you and me.” I opened the condom and rolled it on. “Something real.”
Alex’s smile was wide, even though it was still sleepy, too. “Who knew you were soft under all those fire codes, Chief.”