Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Finn opened his eyes, looking up at Ajax, so Ajax started to move. Finn moaned as he started thrusting up, the heat in his gaze burning holes in Ajax.
The deep slide of Finn inside Ajax’s body felt unreal. Pleasure like he’d never felt washed through him, and it was only amped up by seeing the pleasure Finn was feeling, too.
Finn’s cock kept brushing over his prostate. Ajax shivered and groaned, picking up the pace of his hips. Finn matched him, the two of them moving together in a rhythm that blew his mind.
Stroking his hand up Ajax’s chest, Finn pinched his nipple, causing Ajax to cry out. He loved watching Finn but couldn’t keep his eyes open as more and more pleasure just took him over. He felt it in every part of his body, and he tightened his thighs and set to really riding Finn.
“Shit. Fuck.” Finn started to make a sexy grunting sound in between curses.
Ajax curled his fingers in the hair on Finn’s chest but quickly let go when he clued in that he was tugging too hard. Though Finn seemed to be into it, growling and gripping his hips harder as he kept thrusting up.
Just as Ajax thought he’d hit the heights, Finn suddenly sat up and flipped Ajax onto his back, then thrust back inside him. Ajax’s eyes rolled back into his head.
So good. So damn good.
Finn rutted hard into him, propped up on his hands, fierce gaze pinned on Ajax’s face. He was nearly snarling, almost feral. Hottest fucking thing Ajax had ever seen. He’d never been on the receiving end of this kind of passion, and it was amazing. Life-changing.
He had his hands on Finn’s belly, but he brought his legs up higher, slipping his arms behind his knees and opening himself up further.
“Ajax,” Finn breathed before doing that sexy growly grunting noise again. He was hammering inside Ajax, but he began to slow, turning everything from powerful to sensual. Romantic.
Ajax felt his orgasm building hard and fast, so he reached between them to stroke himself. Finn dipping down to kiss him sent him over the edge. He crashed, a shout ripping from his throat as he shot so hard, it hit him in the chin. Finn immediately sucked that spot, moaning his own pleasure as his entire body froze. His yell of completion was just as loud as Ajax’s had been. And his orgasm seemed to go on as long, too. Ajax was still shuddering.
When Finn collapsed onto him, Ajax released his legs and Finn’s dick slid out of him. He was going to be seriously sore tomorrow, and he didn’t care at all. No, all he could do was hold Finn close and marvel over experiencing the kind of sex dreams were made of.
Finn nuzzled his neck, then lifted just enough to press their mouths together in a sweet, gentle kiss that felt intimate. Full of promise.
And in that moment, Ajax knew he’d fallen hard for his bodyguard.
Chapter Fifteen
Finn
Finn was jerked from sleep, and it took him a moment to figure out the reason why. Whoever it was, they weren’t in the house. He climbed out of bed and stood in the dark room, focusing on where the disturbance had come from.
“What’s wrong?” Ajax asked, voice slurred with sleep as he sat up and flipped on the lamp.
“Someone’s scaled the fence again. Stay here.”
He closed his eyes and let his body fade into vapor, hearing Ajax’s gasp of shock. He looked at the man sitting wide-eyed in the bed as his gaze started darting around since he could no longer see Finn. He probably should have done this in the other room, but he’d grown comfortable with Ajax.
When he spoke, Ajax jumped, gaze still roving the space. “I’ll be right back.”
He zoomed out of the room and flowed under the door. He loved being in this form, which gave him a feeling of being a part of nature. He could solidify enough to knock holes in things, or keep himself nothing more than smoke, which enabled him to get inside any room or thing he wanted. He’d once gone through keyholes in trunks to see if there was anything inside worth stealing. Though that had been in his early years after escaping the worst orphanage. Life on the streets made a person do whatever it took to survive.
The first time he’d felt the change coming over him, he’d been utterly terrified. It had hurt, burning, and his blood rushing fast through his veins. And he’d had no control over it, parts of his body fading in and out. Unfortunately, in front of people.
He’d later had plenty of time to master it once they’d started locking him into rooms.
He rode the air outside, expecting more fans. Some were still gathered outside the gate, their voices carrying on the breeze. Did these people ever sleep? He moved along the fence line slowly, not seeing anyone but his senses on high alert, so he knew someone was there. A dry leaf crunched, and he flowed that direction, spotting a large man crouched behind a tree and peeking around it at the house.