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)
His scent soothed him like cool water after a long run.
Gage hummed against his mouth, slow and pleased, and Scar stared at his face, unable to believe they were living this life.
Gage slid his fingers into his hair, combing through it and tugging just enough to make his cock take notice.
“It’s getting long,” Gage murmured.
“If it wasn’t for you. I would’ve shaved it off long ago.”
Gage growled, playful and mean. “You better not.”
Scar kissed him again.
Gage leaned back. “Where are we going?”
Scar pressed his mouth to the side of Gage’s throat, licking a slow path. “It’s a surprise.”
“You and your surprises.” Gage shook his head, then asked, “How did you get Meridian’s chopper?”
Scar shrugged. “I got friends in high places.”
“Touching down,” the pilot announced.
The landing was smooth. Scar stood first, grabbed their duffel bags, then offered his arm.
He tucked Gage’s hand into the crook of his elbow and led him toward their private oasis for the next twenty-four hours.
The night air was warm and tropical. The ocean was so close he could taste the salt.
“Describe it to me,” Gage asked quietly.
Scar didn’t rush it.
“The ocean is all around us, with white sand, and moonlight reflecting off the dark water. Straight ahead is our villa. It’s big, all open space, and behind it are some tall-ass palm trees. No one’s here but us.”
Gage smiled. “Being alone sounds nice.”
“Well, it’s nice if we forget about the four men hiding somewhere in the woods watching us,” Scar added dryly
Gage laughed under his breath. “Oh yeah.”
Inside, the place was exactly how Meridian had described it.
Large, wide open, and decorated like a luxury resort suite.
It was perfect for his partner. It had smooth floors, vast pathways, there was no clutter or bulky, sharp-cornered furniture—and it smelled amazing.
Gage tapped his cane twice. Paused. “Bamboo.”
Gage let go of his arm, and Scar watched his love investigate with his cane and free hand, taking the room apart in quiet pieces.
Gage drifted toward the kitchen and stopped. “Something smells delicious.”
“There’s a private chef on the island,” he said.
The expression on Gage’s face was sheer wonder, and Scar had to just stand there for a second and stare at it.
That damn smile always did—and probably always will—something to him.
White Ravens
Gage
Gage felt a sense of freedom the moment he stepped off the aircraft and the night breeze touched his skin.
He removed his shoes and socks so he could feel the warmth of the villa’s bamboo floors beneath his feet.
He moved slowly, running his hands along the smooth velvety furniture in the living area.
In the kitchen, he pressed his palms against the stone counter, the chill sinking into his skin. Seconds later, a smell hit him and his stomach answered.
He hadn’t been hungry until that moment.
Scr came up behind him and kissed the back of his neck. “You ready for dinner?”
Gage tipped his head back for more.
“I can’t believe you had time to plan all this while prepping for the mission,” he said, still stunned.
Scar’s voice was deep and sexy. “I needed uninterrupted time with you.”
Gage’s breath caught. Tonight’s the night.
His mind went where it always did when he felt desire. But he was no longer ashamed or convicted by it. If he and Scar were committed, and it was going to be just the two of them, for life, then he could give himself to him.
And he wanted to do that more than anything. He loved him.
Scar guided him into a chair and sat so close their thighs touched.
The dining table was set for royalty—complete with domes over the plates, the kind of presentation that made him grin like a spoiled kid.
He ran his fingers along the edge of the plate in front of him. “What are we having?”
“Your favorite.”
Gage smirked. “You know my favorite meal?”
He heard the clink of metal as Scar lifted the domes one by one, the scent rolling towards him like a wave.
Seafood…cream…herbs.
“Lobster risotto,” Scar said proudly.
He beamed. It was amazing how Scar could brighten his whole world when he could only see darkness.
“You’ve asked Grace to make it for you a lot, then you told your chef to get the recipe from him, and he’s made a hundred times already. I figured it was at least one of your favs.”
Gage turned toward him, his emotions rising too fast to hide. He leaned over and kissed Scar with everything he was feeling.
Scar moaned when he pulled away and said against his lips, “Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
The garden salad was crisp and tossed with his favorite dressing—sumac vinaigrette.
He ate at least three pieces of the herb infused bread that’d been so warm it steamed when he tore it apart.
He took a small sip of his wine, then wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin.
He smiled until his jaw ached.
Scar had brought him to a secluded island, wined and dined him, and since they’d arrived, Scar hadn’t stopped touching him.