Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
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Since all the patience in the world was currently sitting in the seat next to his, driving this bad ass sport’s car at the posted speed limit, Dev decided to taunt a reaction out of Cash. Using their sex tape as a trigger was a total dick move, he knew it, but that was nothing new. He was full of dick moves.
What bothered him the most was all the romanticizing he’d done. Days ago, Dev had developed a genius plan to give Cash this video as a Christmas present. The perfect gift. They were hot as fuck together. In his head, he’d seen them adding multiple recordings to their sex tape inventory, all for their personal viewing pleasure. Maybe even hire a trained porn videographer to record future videos to add to their private collection.
That was until he landed face first on Cash’s rug.
His need for vengeance returned in double time after that fucking kiss in the goddamn thrift store. He needed to bury Cash, not give the guy tender kisses in the middle of packed stores.
Rapid-fire bolts of anger shot down his spine, riling him just enough to keep provoking the undercover agent.
Since Cash was dead set on letting him have his privacy, meaning the guy hadn’t questioned what he’d watched earlier in the afternoon. And after the pretty boy kissed him as if he were the finest treasure on the planet, Dev cranked the volume up on his phone and started the recording from close to the beginning.
In this video, Dev was the one doing the fucking. The secret recording of the very first time he and Cash had come together. The extraordinary sex that started a chain reaction, ultimately landing him in this seat next to Cash, right then.
With his fingertip, Dev pushed the play button. Seconds later, he heard Cash whisper, “All night.”
“Right on but come for me now.” They couldn’t have scripted it better. He turned the phone toward Cash, but kept it tilted enough to watch the screen. To see his hips pounding against Cash’s ass.
“What’s that?” Cash asked, his gaze jumping to the phone.
Good. The car swerved in the same direction Cash had looked.
Dev decided that probably wasn’t the question it seemed to be. “You’re fuckin’ hot. No wonder I lost my shit over you. But I’m hotter. Look at my stomach, man. I can fuckin’ move. No wonder you fucked the shit out of me. I’d fuck me too. I wish I could fuck myself…”
“Dev, what is that?” The car continued to swerve off the road.
The slamming brakes jerked Dev forward as Cash quickly stopped at the curb. They were maybe five hundred feet from his ink parlor. With precision, Cash worked the gearshift into neutral to let the engine idle. He grabbed for the phone, but Dev quickly yanked it out of his reach.
“Did you video us?”
“Fuck yeah. That’s what happens when you crawl in bed with the devil,” Dev taunted. It was a giant fucking lie. The whole thing happened on a happy accident. “Your body’s out of control. Your moves are film worthy. Do they teach you to milk cock so good to help suck me into doin’ what you want?” Dev laughed out loud at the innuendo. “Suck me. You suck cock like a professional. Milked me dry. You had me beggin’ for it.”
Even as Dev said the disparaging words, everything inside him begged to find a different way to torture Cash. Not trivialize their time together. Even if their sex had been based on a lie, it still meant everything to him. He had understood what cherished and loved felt like in those hours they’d spent together.
“Hand me the phone,” Cash demanded, his voice harsh and angry as he reached for Dev’s arm.
“No, look. Here it goes. That look right there…” From the corner of the dash, Dev tilted the phone so Cash could watch himself come. Even now the look on Cash’s face did it for him. His cock hardened so fast he had to angle the phone away from Cash while sticking his hand inside the waistband of his jeans to straighten his cock to grow at a better angle.
Cash stopped trying to fight for the phone. Instead, he pushed back in the seat next to him, horrified. “Everything you look at on that phone is recorded by us. The video you just watched goes to Joe and David…and beyond. What’re you doing? How could you record us without telling me?”
All really good questions Dev didn’t give a shit to answer.
Well, except he didn’t like the idea of anyone else getting to see Cash come in the same way he did. A strong, weird possessiveness overtook Dev. Cash reached for his arm again, a formidable strength dragged his upper body across the car for better access to the phone.