Chaos (Tattoos and Ties Duet #3) Read Online Kindle Alexander

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Tattoos and Ties Duet Series by Kindle Alexander
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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
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Cash grinned to himself. The view was spectacular. Dev may truly be the most handsome man Cash had ever laid eyes on. His body was artfully tattooed with intricate designs that he wanted to map with his tongue. Where the front of him still had room for additional ink, Dev’s back, neck to feet, was a colorful maze of detailed tattoos.

Cash’s cock hardened at the thought of the man only a few feet away.

The ink drew Cash’s now sober curiosity. Were those devil horns covering Dev’s sacral dimples?

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and gave himself a base to tip tug. He allowed himself a few more minutes to pretend they were nothing more than two men, attracted to each other, at the end of an extraordinary night.

How he wished that were the case.

His stomach let go of a hard, unexpected growl. He could offer to take Dev to breakfast.

The Dallas DEA and his secret DOJ security presence would follow along in surveillance.

The thought of pancakes with special agents spoiled his appetite.

An explicit urge to protect rushed forward. An urgent and needy force, insisting he safeguard Dev from everything about to dump down on his head.

“I’d take care of that, but my ex is on her way over.” Dev’s gaze met his in the mirror then slid to the tent of his blanket.

Shit. He’d been caught creeping. Cash clamped his fist around his shaft and jackknifed up, whipping the blanket off his body to look for his clothes.

What a bad fucking idea.

The room was frigidly cold. His cock shrank as the chilly air hit his heated skin. He gave a full-body shiver. Dev’s chuckle had Cash lifting his eyes back to the mirror. Dev had moved, his naked body showcased in the door’s frame, apparently immune to the chilled temperature. Also, clearly an exhibitionist. He’d never known anyone so comfortable in their own skin. Dev rivaled Michelangelo’s David in his magnificence and beauty.

Warmth flushed Cash’s cheeks as he looked away, trying to locate his clothes.

“I put them on the chair over there. You sleep hot. I shut the vents off in here while I cuddled with my sleeping beauty, listenin’ to him snore like a locomotive throughout the night.”

His foot missed the hole of his shorts as his gaze skidded to a halt on the sketched pages littering the floor. Something other than Dev now had his full attention.

He managed to get his foot inside his shorts, pulling the thin material up his legs as he went toward the papers on the ground. He picked up one of the pages. The lines were strong, the shading minimal but these were all clearly Cash.

His ass hit the mattress, lifting one after another of the pages Dev had apparently sketched. In them all, Cash was naked. His face, chest, and cock drawn in precise detail. They were all pornographic in nature, but Dev had given Cash a superhero vibe. Even with such obviously speedy strokes, Dev captured the emotion in Cash’s eyes or by the set of his jaw. He was drawn strong and masculine.

He had also made his scar look sleek and sexy. His frustrating pieces of hair, the ones he battled with every day, were swiped down across his forehead. They added charm to the sketches.

Dev made him look desirable and worthy. Two attributes he’d never choose to describe himself.

“I…” Cash started and stopped, picking up another, probably the most complete of them all.

Cash was in the throes of release. The pencil stroke showed a partial of Dev’s body, his cock buried all the way inside Cash’s ass. His dick lay hard and dipping, his face in the contorted expression of blinding lust. His mouth rounded in an O. The line between his brows was defined and pushed together.

Any uncertainty of the connection they shared vanished.

Cash glanced back over his shoulder. Dev leaned against the doorway, his cock jutting out toward Cash, firm and ready.

“You’re talented. You make me look handsome.”

“I make you look like you.” Dev pushed off the wall, coming toward Cash. His hand fisted the base of his cock. He stepped around the few pages remaining on the floor, kicking those aside.

“Open your mouth, pretty boy.”

Cash did as he was told then spread his thighs to let Dev in closer. His mouth watered. The bulbous head beckoning him to replace Dev’s grip with his own. Cash let the cock push past his lips, his tongue helping to guide Dev inside his mouth.

“You surprised me. I figured high-class guys like you wouldn’t like bein’ drawn so intimately by someone like me. Relax your jaw, babe,” Dev instructed.

Dev pushed to the back of his throat.

The words weren’t right. Cash reared back, dislodging the cock. His fist circled around the shaft, keeping it close. “If ‘someone like you’ means a hot, talented artist that absolutely lives up to the name Devilman in bed, then you figured wrong.”


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