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)
“Yes!”
Although, Breck was pretty sure Jegs wasn’t talking to her.
Ashton moved in close and nestled his crown between Jegs’ cheeks. “Yeah,” he rasped, slowly easing forward.
By Jegs’ grunt, Breck knew exactly when Ashton breached him and started pushing inside.
“Fuck,” Jegs strained out, clutching their alibi’s hips.
“Almost there,” Ashton whispered, watching his dick disappear.
Breck narrowed his eyes, studying them closely in action. It was almost like… they’d done this before. Had all but choreographed what to do and what to say. Question was, how many times had they done this? ’Cause swear to God, it looked like they had it down pat.
“Ashton?” Miss Alibi moaned into the covers.
“Right here,” Ashton ground out, clutching Jegs’ hips. He sank to the hilt, then stirred his pelvis to push in even deeper.
Jegs groaned, his muscles flexing.
“Come on.” She rocked her ass impatiently.
Ashton eased out just enough to give Jegs room to thrust. “Yeah, Jegs,” he murmured, his timbre thick. “Little Joanie’s waiting. Let’s fuckin’ go.”
Jegs rumbled, then just like that, fell into pounding. His hips slamming forward, then launching back to stuff his ass full of meat. Joanie’s cries rose up, coming loud and fast, drowning out not just the music, but both guys’ mindless moans.
Breck’s body tightened at the mesmerizing sight. Two powerful men in their sexual prime feverishly getting it on. He’d thought sex with women was hot, but this was off the charts.
Ashton paused and wrenched Jegs’ head for another heated kiss.
Breck looked away. Most definitely time to go.
These two were making him crazy for the same kind of intimacy. Not just the sex, but the whole damn package. Hands, mouths, and tongues, too. All with the man down the street.
As soon as Jegs and fuckboy got back to, well, fucking, Breck would make his escape, then go and confront said ‘man just down the street.’ If he was lucky, they’d end up like these three—minus the oblivious chick.
Jegs’ hips rocked faster, as if that kiss was seriously turning him on. Ashton responded and fell back to delving in deep. Muffled moans around their tangling tongues.
A split second later, Jegs broke the kiss. “Shit— I’m gonna come—”
“No!” Joanie cried. “Not yet!” Her hand shot between her legs and started fingering her clit.
Ashton groaned between pants. “Fuck— Me, too—”
Oh, God. Yeah, absolutely time to get the fuck gone.
Under no circumstances whatsoever did Breck want to witness Jegs bust a nut. They may be close, but they weren’t that close. Although, fuckboy Ashton was admittedly pretty hot…
Wouldn’t exactly mind watching him blow his load.
Breck scowled and squeezed his eyes shut. Come on, man, focus!
Heart pounding, dick more than a little bit hard, he inched as fast as he could toward his chest of drawers. Soundlessly, he grasped his key fob—not that anyone would’ve heard him over Joanie’s mindless wails. She was getting pretty close, going by those decibels she was throwing. Then again, so were the cohorts, by the looks of their heaving chests.
Move your ass, Harland!
Breck anxiously slinked toward the exit.
Careful! Don’t move too fast!
He was in their periphery. Any sudden movements and the jig would be up.
He reached the door and quietly grabbed the knob, their cacophony of cries and urgent shouts hitting a fevered pitch.
“Yessssss!” Joanie screamed, flying over the edge.
Jegs slammed to the hilt with an avid curse, and then so did Ashton.
Go, go, go!
Breck pulled opened the door, slid out, then quickly shut it behind him, making sure it was latched this time—like a person who had fucking brains.
You’re welcome, Jegs. And thanks for the show.
All things considered, it’d been a scorcher through and through.
Adjusting his bulge, he hustled down the hallway, then hit the stairs. Just needed to reach the foyer before anyone spotted him and tried to intercept. Boisterous laughter resounded. Music pulsed through the walls. Another round of beer pong going strong, punctuated with cheers.
Breck ducked out the door. Coast still clear.
He headed for his car, rain pelting his head, his face, his shoulders, as he closed the distance.
His heart thumped, his body vibrating. He needed to see Kai again something fierce. Thanks to Jegs and company, he was even more keyed up than he’d been before.
He reached his car. Pulled open the door and slid inside. Fired up the engine, clicked on his seatbelt, and then turned on the wipers. He was buzzed, but he could totally drive. Just a couple blocks over. Nothing to it. A piece of cake.
Putting it in drive, he gazed out the windshield toward Kai’s apartment.
Fuck, please be home.
— TWELVE —
Closing his eyes, Kai breathed in slowly, deeply, his legs crossed as he sat atop the mat in his meditation garden. He’d arrived home over an hour ago, having left The District right after wrapping up his show.
He hadn’t been feeling it, hadn’t wanted to linger. In truth, he’d been on edge, the entire exhibition having reminded him of his practice session with Breck. Which on its own wouldn’t have been a bad thing. What they’d done together had been incredible. It’d been the following night’s turn of events that had tainted the memory.