Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He wondered what would have happened if Luke hadn’t gone missing. He would like to say he would have stayed away from Jamie, but deep down, he knew better. With the way things had been going, he would have lasted a few more weeks before hunting Jamie down and re-gluing them back together, common sense be damned.
“If you frown any harder, your eyebrows will grow together in the middle.”
Ryan looked at Jamie and found his eyes closed. “You awake?”
Jamie yawned and burrowed deeper into his side. “No.”
Chuckling, Ryan ran his fingers through Jamie’s hair. “Jamie.”
“No.” Jamie’s bare foot slid down Ryan’s leg.
Ryan tensed, his mushy emotions fading into the background as the other feeling took over. The shift was so fast it left him a little disoriented. Now, instead of getting warm and fuzzy feelings from cuddling his best friend, he felt hot all over, acutely aware of all that smooth, pale skin. He found his hand moving up Jamie’s leg, stroking his thigh lightly before settling on the perfectly rounded buttock. Unlike him, Jamie was smooth everywhere, his skin silky-soft.
“Someone’s handsy,” Jamie murmured, watching him from under his eyelashes.
“Do you shave down here, or something?” Ryan said, squeezing Jamie’s buttock and trying to distract himself from the urge to throw these long, toned legs over his shoulders and get back inside Jamie.
Jamie chuckled, running his fingers through the sparse black hair on Ryan’s stomach. “Nope. Don’t have any.” Jamie’s hand slid lower and wrapped around Ryan’s erection with casual familiarity. But there was nothing casual about the way Jamie looked at it. Jamie wet his lips with his tongue. “I think I missed sucking your dick more than I missed you.”
“I think I’m offended,” Ryan said, trying to keep his voice light. He cleared his throat. “Mate, we need to talk.” Mate. The word felt strange on his tongue. Wrong. As if it no longer fit. It didn’t, Ryan realized as he almost physically felt something click inside him. “Jamie?” he said, his heart speeding up.
Jamie blinked and looked up.
Ryan’s breath caught in his throat. God, he was…Jamie’s eyes seemed almost green in the late morning light, shining above cheeks flushed from sleep, his pink bow lips parted, and Ryan felt…Fuck, he felt like consuming him. He wanted to have him, needed to put himself on him, in him, crawl his way inside, brand him, love him, use him, take care of him, own him, cram all of him into Jamie—
Jamie made a startled sound when Ryan rolled on top of him. “Jamie,” he said hoarsely, burying his face in Jamie’s neck and mouthing it with greedy sucking sounds. “Jamie. God, I want you.” His hands were already parting Jamie’s thighs and stroking them impatiently. He wanted—needed—to put himself inside him, the urgency of that need threatening to swallow him up.
“Okay,” Jamie said, sounding surprised and breathless, burying his fingers in Ryan’s hair. “Okay. Whatever you want.”
The words jolted through him.
He could barely remember prepping Jamie and putting on a condom.
When he at last—at last—pushed in, Ryan growled, shuddering. Fuck. There was something about being inside Jamie that was satisfying beyond having his cock in a tight hole. Closing his eyes, Ryan reveled at the feeling for a moment, but he wanted to move. He needed to.
Kissing, they moved together, trying to set a slow, steady rhythm, but his body demanded more. The pleasure built rapidly as the rhythm became fast and hard, the loud sound of their skin slapping together adding to their moans and the squeaking of the bed. It was fast and filthy, Ryan’s body hungry for it as it had never been for anything or anyone, as if it wanted to merge them together. He wanted to.
Soon, Jamie’s moans grew in volume, becoming whimpers of need, wanton and arousing as hell.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Ryan stared at Jamie, watching him come undone—his pale cheeks flushed, his lovely eyes unfocused, his pink lips parted as Jamie panted raggedly—and Ryan wanted to swallow him whole.
Growling, he slammed their mouths together, kissing Jamie messily as he fucked him hard. I love you, I love you, I love you pumped in his blood as he thrust and thrust, wanting to drive himself deeper and deeper. Jamie’s moans took on a pained quality, his arms pulling him tighter as they moved together, losing the rhythm completely.
“Ryan—” Jamie croaked out against his mouth, arching and shaking.
“Come on, Jamie.” Ryan slammed hard into him. “Come on, love—”
Jamie cried out and came, his walls clenching around Ryan’s cock in the sweetest way. Groaning, Ryan let go and came, too, panting into Jamie’s shoulder as his arms gave out, waves after waves of pleasure rolling through him.
Holy shit.
Christ. Would it always be that intense with Jamie?
The thought made him go very still.
Always?
“Ryan?” Jamie said. “Something wrong?”