Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Scar walked across the room and Gage heard the mattress dip under his weight.
He’s in my bed, he’s in my bed. Naked!
Gage approached cautiously and sat on the edge, feeling awkward as hell.
He reached out and found Scar’s wrist, his forearm then his shoulder.
“How’s your shoulder?” he asked quietly. “You took the Ace wrap off.”
“Fuck this shoulder,” Scar muttered.
Gage brushed his fingertips over the scrapes on Scar’s knuckles. “You don’t have to be tough with me.”
Scar’s breath changed. “I don’t know how to be anything else.”
“Yes, you do,” he said. “You’ve already proved it.”
Scar went still when Gage shifted closer, leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his jaw.
“I uh…I…” Gage stuttered. “I wanted, um…”
Gosh, I sound stupid.
Scar skimmed his fingers under the hem of his shirt, teasing his skin. “You wanted what?”
Gage swallowed.
“You want more. Don’t you?” Scar whispered.
Yes, please!
Scar wove his hand around the back of his neck and pulled him tighter. “You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Saint.”
Gage removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand.
Scar guided him back onto the pillows, crawled up his body, and settled between his thighs.
Gage almost came just from that small amount of contact.
“I wanted us to talk and get to know each other more…before…this,” Scar said roughly.
“I know…and we will. We have time.” Gage arched and moaned as Scar’s hardness nudged his. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Scar kissed him, slow and sweet, took his lower lip gently and released it, then delved back in again, deeper.
The kiss made Gage’s body go quiet in some places and loud in others. Warmth spread from his mouth down his throat into his chest, then lower, a gradual spill of desire that left his skin too aware.
He tasted Scar back, relishing the combination of wintergreen toothpaste, the metallic tang from his split lip, and the potency of his strength.
“Touch me,” Scar said roughly. “I wanna feel the hands that just broke men’s bones, and chopped off the king’s arm, all over me.”
The way Scar spoke made him feel as strong as every other Raven and worthy of standing at his side as his partner.
In the dark, touch became everything.
Gage slid his hands down the sculpted planes of Scar’s back, tracing the old wounds, learning him his way while giving him what he asked for.
Scar gripped the bottom of Gage’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head in one smooth motion, before he drug his nose down the curve of his throat.
“You always smell so fuckin’ sweet, and your skin is too soft.” The deep rawness in Scar’s voice scraped over his sensitive skin like gravel. “Then you did that shit tonight.”
Scar tilted his hips and pressed down on him, squeezing his cock between them, the pressure sending another sharp rush up his spine.
“I can’t stop thinking about the explosion and you appearing in that doorway,” Scar said. “Hooded, in all white, like some angelic hitman.”
Gage had to take a few breaths before he could speak.
“I vowed to myself that if I became a Raven, I wouldn’t kill, that I wouldn’t hurt for the sake of hurting…but that was before they took you.”
Scar kissed him. “So I, uh…belong to you.”
“Yes. And I you.”
Scar stilled a moment before he began to move on top of him in a slow, lazy rhythm, unaware of the madness he was causing.
“Talk to me,” Scar gritted, as if every word cost him effort to keep it gentle.
Gage answered with a moan.
“Do I feel good on top of you?”
Scar drove his hips upward in a way that stroked Gage’s cock to the tip and back down.
It was so good he had to clench his jaw to keep from yelling out.
“Tell me.”
Did Scar seriously want him to talk? Now? How?
His mouth was dry and useless, his tongue stuck to the roof of it while his thoughts scrambled for words.
Scar began grinding his hips in a circle, the muscles in his back rolling beneath Gage’s palms.
Gage held his breath as he inched his shaking hands lower down Scar’s back until he got to the swell of his ass. He slid his fingers along the damp strands of hair clinging to Scar’s skin, imagining them water-darkened and slicked straight.
Gage gasped as Scar rolled his hips again. The thin material of his lounge pants did little to dull the sensation of Scar’s hard cock against his.
Scar took both his wrists in his hand and pinned his arms above his head, pressing them into the pillow.
Heat slammed through him so strong it made him dizzy.
He shouldn’t like this—being held down, pinned—but his body pulsed at the helplessness of it, at the strength in Scar’s grip.
It made something sexy and dark in him unfurl.
He bucked his hips as his cock leaked.
“Tell me you like this?” Scar licked a searing path across Gage’s lips.
“I like it,” he whispered.