Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Electricity sparked and sizzled in the air. I cleared my throat and replayed his question in my head. Squirrels?
“I don’t think so, but I’ll let you google it. Lead the way, hot stuff.”
He flashed a winning grin and led the way to the front entrance of his buddy’s grand log cabin. The lock required a password code access. Silas fumbled through his phone for the information.
“Eureka!”
The house had been cleaned and opened in preparation for a visitor. The fragrance of lemon-scented furniture polish and dishwashing detergent drifted into the foyer from the great room. I left his suitcase next to the console table and stuffed my hands into my pockets, unsure what to do with them.
“It’s positively sparkling in here. You can see your reflection in the—oomph!”
Silas dropped his bag on the floor and lunged for me, pushing me against the wall and crashing his mouth over mine.
There was no reason to pretend this wasn’t going to happen. We could reset expectations later, but for now…I’d take anything and everything he offered. I cupped his neck and devoured him, sucking his tongue and nibbling his lips. Silas wound his fingers in my hair, molding his body to mine. I could feel his muscular abs and his cock hardening through two layers of denim.
I switched our positions, tilting my chin to deepen the kiss as I slipped my hands under his tee and splayed my palms on his stomach. His skin was so warm. I wanted to lick every inch of my football boy. Stat.
I shoved Silas’s flannel shirt off his shoulders, yanked his tee over his head, then dealt with his belt buckle.
“Too many clothes. I gotta touch you,” I grunted, feasting on his neck and tugging an earlobe between my teeth as I unzipped his jeans and slipped my hand inside his boxer briefs.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s…God, yes. Please.” He’d been reduced to incoherent mumbling, but I got the gist.
I stroked his cock while I licked his collarbone and sucked on the meaty part of his shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about you…like this…for months.”
“Months,” Silas repeated in a punch-drunk tone, pressing his palm on my crotch.
“Months and months of thinking about this perfect fucking dick of yours,” I hummed in his ear.
Our lips still fused, I freed my aching cock, shoving my jeans and briefs over my ass in a rush. My belt buckle clanked loudly in the cavernous space, hitting the hardwood floor with a thud. I barely noticed.
I couldn’t get enough of Silas. I licked his lips and trailed my fingertips along his pecs, pausing to tease his nipples.
He moaned as he fisted me in a firm hold. My hips moved automatically. I wanted to fuck his hand, his face, his ass. Or Silas could fuck me. I would have gotten on my knees for him, but there was no stopping us now. We needed instant release. We could take it slow later.
With that in mind, I broke the kiss to spit on my hand, then gripped us both, stroking in time to the thrust of our tongues.
Silas came first, spilling his seed in my hand. I released him and used his cum as lube, watching him stare at me in wonder through hooded eyelids. I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry out as my orgasm shook me.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “Fuck, yeah. Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you.” I smiled, resting my head on the wall and gasping for air. “Welcome back.”
He punched my chest lightly and ever so gently kissed my cheek. “Thanks. Just so you know…I’m here for the wood, lumberjack.”
“I’ve got plenty of that.”
We laughed. It wasn’t funny, but it felt so…good. And after weeks of uncertainty, I needed this like I hadn’t needed anything or anyone in longer than I could recall.
By the time we’d cleaned up, the sun had set and though he didn’t want to admit it, Silas was weary from a day of travel. His cupboards were bare, so we ventured next door. I grilled steaks for us and put him in charge of salad duty, which required opening a bag of prewashed greens and cutting a few cherry tomatoes.
We sat side by side at the island and ate dinner, our knees brushing as we caught up with basic pleasantries.
“Winter didn’t improve much after you’d left. Another big storm that hit in early February closed a few roads and kept the kids home from school. On my watch this time.”
“How many snowmen did you make?” he asked, his eyes twinkling merrily.
“Three or four. One of them sat on the deck.” I pointed at the sliding door. “Right at the window. Scared the crap out of me in the early morning. Looked like a little round peeping Tom troll.”
Silas snickered. “Sounds terrifying. I’m guessing he didn’t last long.”
“Nope. He returned to nature the minute I got home from dropping them at their mom’s house.” I shrugged. “What can I say? I feared for my life.”