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)
Gage was more than a fleeting moment or an urge to satisfy. Having sex with him wasn’t a line he wanted to cross the wrong way.
Scar forced himself to pull back before he lost it completely.
“We can do more of this later,” he rumbled, stroking Gage’s cheek with his thumb. “I’ve got a surprise I've been waiting to give you.”
Gage eased his hand toward Scar’s cock. “Is it this?”
Scar caught his wrist. “Fuck, you’re making this hard.”
Gage pressed his body closer, biting his bottom lip in a way that made Scar groan.
He couldn’t help leaning in and sucking on it, his control fraying more with each kiss.
Gage was a quick learner in every area, including this one. He listened to his body, no longer flinching away from what he wanted, and he was making it clear he wanted Scar’s dick. And that scared him.
He put his forehead to Gage’s and breathed.
“I liked training with you these past few weeks. You worked your ass off,” he said. “Everyone watches you in fascination, including me.”
Gage melted into him. “Thank you.”
“But I don’t just wanna get you in bed. I wanna get you out of this facility for a while and have some fun.”
Gage went still for a moment, and Scar wondered what the hell he’d said wrong.
“W-what? What is it?”
Gage lowered his head and his voice, not sounding as sure as he had a minute ago.
“Do I, um…arose you? I mean, do you think I won’t satisfy you…in bed?” Gage swallowed hard. “I know you’re pretty experienced…well, very experienced, and used to experienced partners. And I’m…I’m not really…”
Gage cheeks burned with color as he stumbled over his words appearing frustrated.
Scar’s chest tightened, hating that he’d made Gage doubt himself for even a second.
“No. I swear, what we’ve done so far has blown my mind more than anyone ever has,” he said. “Because you mean so much more to…”
Gage’s hands found his face, his jaw, before he slid his fingers into his hair with slow reverence.
His hair had been growing abnormally fast and too thick. He didn’t cut it because Gage loved the way it felt, because his hands in it made him feel as if a man as brutal as him could still experience a gentle touch.
They kissed one more time, slower, as he tried to pour into Gage the words he couldn’t speak aloud, hoping he understood.
He was falling hard and fast for Gage, and it wasn’t the kind of fall he would survive by pretending it didn’t exist.
“Let me take you out.”
He wanted to show Gage that he thought about him all the time, not just sexually, but also how to make him smile.
Gage nodded and slowly lowered his hands, still looking a little confused.
He left Gage and went to his place to get ready, but before he did, he initiated their exit protocol.
He pinged Corvo, logged the departure and arrival windows, the destination perimeter, and submitted the shadow coverage request.
He was getting more and more excited, hoping Gage would like his surprise.
And when they got back, he’d let his sexy partner put his hands anywhere he wanted, do whatever he was comfortable with, and whatever that was would be more than enough for him.
Scar stood inside the last security checkpoint, waiting for Gage.
He wondered if he was primping for him. He saw Elias and two other members of their wardrobe department going into his apartment.
Scar had never cared about clothes until he heard Gage enjoyed textures, so he’d asked Elias to upgrade his wardrobe.
Tonight, he wore black Burberry corduroy trousers and a Prada supima cotton T-shirt, hoping Gage wouldn’t be able to stop touching him.
Their four-person shadow team wore civilian gear, black ops mercenaries, meant to look harmless.
“We’ll be shadowing you for the duration, but don’t worry, we’re good at what we do. You and Saint will have your privacy.”
Scar offered his hand. “I appreciate it.”
“Enjoy your night,” he said, then disappeared with his team out of the side door.
Scar exhaled and rolled his shoulders once, wondering why he was so nervous.
A couple of minutes later, footsteps drew closer from his left, too heavy and clunky to be Gage’s walk, which was all stealth and control.
Roz came around the corner, and Scar didn’t bother to hide his annoyance
He was the same height as him, around six-three, stocky with tattoos—black-and-gray drawings telling stories of the streets he’d once controlled—covering both forearms that disappeared under his sleeves.
His features revealed his Hispanic heritage: prominent cheekbones, warm skin, deep-set brown eyes, the kind of face that was both handsome and dangerous, depending on who he wanted to be in the moment.
But for Scar, it was the wrong kind of handsome.
He preferred wholesome, gentle features, mysterious translucent eyes, and blond hair, a calm that could turn ruthless when pushed. A man who wouldn’t kill but would break a man if provoked.