Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Breck’s jaw went slack, his eyes flaring wider. “Get the f— Get the fuck outta dodge. No, you can’t do that.”
Kai chuckled. “I can.” He drew his finger through a spattering of Breck’s cooling semen. “But the skill didn’t come easy, I assure you. It took months to get the hang of and years to master.”
“Damn,” Breck muttered, his tone sounding envious.
Kai grinned. “Don’t look so jealous. You came countless times tonight without spilling, too.”
“Not the same,” Breck laughed. “Mine were prostate orgasms.” He paused to smile dreamily. “Which were fucking incredible, by the way. So, thanks for that.”
Kai grinned wider. “It was my utmost pleasure.”
Breck quieted for a moment, then asked, “Can you teach me tantra, too?”
Kai’s lips twitched—as did his dick. “Of course.” Giving Breck tantra lessons would be an utter delight. Hours of methodical edging? He couldn’t wait.
Breck’s eyes flashed in the candlelight. He held Kai’s gaze and smirked. “There’s probably a lot of things you could teach me.”
“Without a doubt,” Kai muttered wryly. “There is a lot that I will teach you, young Jedi Knight.”
Breck grinned and lifted a brow. “Oh, really. Like what?”
“Meditation for starters… Maybe a bit of tai chi… And absolutely a refresher in taekwondo. Your skills are deplorable.”
Breck stilled with a balk, then cracked up laughing. “Hey, don’t blame me. My teacher sucked.”
Kai snickered.
Breck exhaled with a smile, then rolled on his side to face Kai fully, too. His face turned pensive. “You still call me jeja,” he finally stated. “How long will you keep seeing me as your pupil?”
A valid question Kai hadn’t seen coming. He held Breck’s gaze. “Every student is a teacher too, you know. Just as every teacher is, likewise, still a student.”
Breck’s lips quirked. “Oh, yeah? And what exactly have I taught you?”
“A level of patience I never knew existed.”
Breck barked out a laugh.
Kai fought back a grin.
But then Breck went quiet again, his gaze back to thoughtful. “These last couple hours… What we just did… It was amazing. Will sex, you know, with you, always be like that?”
Kai’s heart thumped. Another question he hadn’t expected. “Always,” he answered. “But probably better. The more I learn you… The more you learn me…” Their connection, their intimate unions, would only improve with time.
Breck smiled, his lashes dipping lower, his body relaxing. He looked tired. Kai had given him a workout. All things considered, his stamina was pretty impressive, too.
“Don’t move,” Kai ordered softly. “I’ll be right back.”
“Mmm… Where you goin’?” Breck mumbled.
“Grabbing a wash rag to clean you up.”
Breck’s lips curved higher, even as his lids sank lower, those gorgeous, sated eyes tracking Kai’s path to the master bath. Kai made quick work of washing off his torso, but when he returned, the proud king was out for the count. He gazed down at him, loving the sight of him in his bed, the way the candlelight danced over the planes of his smooth brown skin.
This young, electrifying man wanted to be only his.
And God help him, Kai wanted to be only Breck’s as well.
Easing onto the bed, he gently wiped Breck off, then made his way through the apartment, snuffing out candles and shutting off the tunes. When he finally rejoined Breck in bed, he nestled in close, molding his chest against Breck’s back. Inhaling deeply, he took in Breck’s scent, then smiled a soul-deep smile and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Kai awoke in a new position, flat on his stomach, arms under his pillow, head turned toward the window. Behind his eyelids, he discerned morning sunlight. Birds cheerfully chirped outside, in the oaks flanking the sides of his home.
Neither the brightness nor the sounds were what roused him, though. Rather, the feel of Breck’s roaming touch along his upper back. He’d discovered Kai’s other tattoo and had moved his hair aside to lightly trace it with the tip of his finger.
Eyes still closed, Kai tracked Breck’s path in his mind. Down between his shoulders, following the sword’s slender blade, then slowly back up again and along the rendition of a fabric-wound grip. Majestic wings spanned out from either side; he traced every feather. Then, finally, he followed the rays of each sunbeam emitting from behind the hilt.
His touch felt sublime, raising goosebumps over Kai’s body. He all but purred on a drowsy sigh. “Mmm… You like my sword.”
Breck chuckled softly. “I do. Both of your swords, if I’m being honest.”
Ah, God. His voice, all low and husky. As if he’d only woken up moments ago himself. Kai’s morning wood firmed even harder. Just the sound of Breck’s sultry morning timbre and he was ready for more.
Breck cleared his throat and kept on with the tracing. “Seriously, though. This is the same kind of sword that you’ve got mounted above your bed… which is making me think this particular sword has got special meaning.”