Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Law pumped his strong hips and bit down hard on Wes’s shoulder until he hollered.
His cock had to be the stiffest it’d ever been, and he was about to erupt like a virgin.
“Goddamn you, Wes.” Law thrust harder and faster until Wes’s toes curled.
The intensity of their coming together was turning dangerous, like a fuse being lit on a stick of dynamite, the end result sure to be catastrophic.
The sounds they made bordered on obscene as the worn couch scraped across the hardwood floor.
Their grunts of desperation as they rutted together, chasing their release, created a beautiful soundtrack he could listen to for the rest of his life.
“Make me fuckin’ come all over you.”
Law grabbed two handfuls of his ass and yanked his pelvis up to meet his downward thrusts.
“Do it,” Law growled.
They needed to get this first one out of the way, then he planned to work out the rest of his frustrations with Law later tonight, all night.
He hadn’t been with anyone else, and this was exactly why. No one could set him on fire like the best pyrotechnician in the country.
Well, second best.
Wes’s groan built deep in his stomach before it exploded from his throat.
His cock pulsed before his balls emptied and he shot his load against Law’s stomach, grunting as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.
“You’re still hot as blue flames, Wes,” Law said against his ear, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm. “It’s always been you.”
He clung to Law as if he would disappear again.
Law held him in a grip tight enough that he’d see the evidence on his skin as warm liquid passion hit his stomach.
It took him a while to calm himself and regulate his breathing before he could speak.
“Tell me,” he huffed against Law’s sweaty skin, nudging his head to the side to get to his lips. “Tell me you missed me half as much as I fuckin’ missed you.”
Law held him for a long moment before he answered.
“Yes.” Law swallowed. “Every day and every night. I didn’t know if I’d see you again after I ruined everything.”
Law kissed him gently, slowly, now that the urgency had waned.
“I swear to fucking God, if you run again, Law, I’ll blow you up my damn self,” he whispered, more so to himself, as if making a promise to his own heart.
“I’m here now. The lawsuit is resolved, and the ashes have settled. I only want you and my career back. One won’t work without the other. We’re going back to LA, and this is how it’s going to be from now on.” Law motioned between them. “We’re gonna give them the best of both worlds.”
Wes wanted so much to get excited.
Unable to resist, he combed his fingers through Law’s messy hair and tugged until he hissed.
“If you think you’re about to tell me to jump and I say ‘how high,’ then you must’ve been inhaled too much fresh air in Utah.”
Law pushed his thickening cock between Wes’s spread legs as if he couldn’t be more turned on.
“There’s the annoying bastard I’m so crazy about.”
“Mmmm,” Wes hummed in agreement. “I assume you have some kind of plan.”
“Later.” Law gripped his thigh and hiked it higher up his back. “After I’ve finished giving you what you need.”
Wes opened more than just his thighs. He splayed open his heart, soul, and mind, and took the best Law had to give.
The old service road behind Barham Park was overtaken with weeds, busted asphalt, collapsing chain-link fences, spray-painted walls, riddled with gunshot holes, stripped down cars, rusted-out grocery store signs and more.
It was an eyesore in the city, but for him and Law, it was a destructible playground… It was home.
“Man.” Law whistled as he got out of the truck, surveying the graffiti-covered brick walls of the old mail depot. “Look at this place, nothing’s changed.”
Wes pulled out their bags of gear from the back seat.
“Nope, same place you turned into a war zone senior year with that ‘controlled’ experiment.”
Law grinned. “Controlled is subjective.”
“You blew out the power grid for three blocks.”
“And got us on the front page of the newspaper. You’re welcome.”
Wes dug through the stash of spark tubes, wiring, and detonators he’d packed for the audition.
“And I got us recognition with my slow-burning smoke plume that could be seen for miles. That smoke had so much depth and emotion. It was one of my greatest pilots. You should thank me for the notoriety that got us.”
He stared at Law as if he was crazy.
“You mean your smoke had so much stink and static it spread for miles, and someone called 9-1-1. So, sure, thank you for my first juvenile delinquency charge.”
Wes dropped his duffel next to the dumpster and unlatched the ammo case holding his signature mini rig.
They hadn’t touched this place in years. Hell, they hadn’t been back in years. Not since Hollywood had turned them into legends, then chewed them up and spit them out.