Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Who was he kidding? It was all of it. Every single thing this man did turned him on both spiritually and physically. He was so deeply in love he didn’t know where Kellus ended and the world began because Kellus had become his entire existence.
He watched Kellus set his brush down and grab a washcloth laying close by. His guy walked toward the door while reaching for his wallet. That caught his full attention. Lost in thought, he must have missed the knock on the door. He’d been vigilant that Kellus wasn’t paying for anything, and as far as he was concerned, that meant ever again. He started to rise, but Kellus looked over his shoulder, his brow furrowing.
“You’re messing with the pose.”
“Who is it?” he asked, indecision causing him to pause.
“Just something I had a craving for.”
“My wallet’s on the dresser,” he called out, just barely staying in position as he craned his neck to see.
“I got this.”
Arik managed to yank the red silk blanket up to cover him seconds before Kellus opened the door and a server wheeled a cart into the living room where he lay. Kellus handed the guy some money. Arik couldn’t see how much, but he craned his neck to see what had been rolled inside their room. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, nothing but several covered dishes. It was late, and they’d had dinner. Kellus was fully back on his healthy-at-all-cost eating regime.
When the door closed behind the server, Arik started to stand, but Kellus reached out a hand, stopping him. “Let me do this. Please.”
Probably the only words in the world that would have had him stretching back out, trying for casual as Kellus pushed the cart toward the lounger. Arik watched everything. His smile grew when Kellus began to pull his shirt over his head. Oh, that might be something he should behave for. His lip slid between his teeth as he watched the show. Arik always liked when Kel’s shirt came off. All that firm flesh and the perfect flat brown nipples he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on. He let his gaze drop to the bumps and ridges of his lover’s sculpted abs. His tongue had mapped every dip and peak and then some, but he would always crave more when it came to Kellus Hardin.
Kellus kicked off his sandals and dropped his shorts to the floor. Fuck! The tease hadn’t bothered with underwear, and the show was magnificent. Kel’s beautiful hard cock was on full display, standing proudly at attention, looking as if it needed Arik to reach out. Kellus swatted his hands away.
“That’ll come later. Let me do this.”
Kellus removed the lid for each covered dish, revealing a tray of gourmet ice cream and every topping under the sun.
“Don’t move.” Kellus pointed his finger at Arik to prove his seriousness, then left him sitting there as he disappeared into the bedroom. After what felt like an eternity of him sitting impatiently on the chaise, Kellus returned with a handful of condoms, a bottle of lube, and the small bottle of chocolate sauce he’d bought on their first date at Dude, Sweet.
His heart soared. Things were about to get interesting, and Arik couldn’t help but grin at the promise those items incited.
Arik was ready for whatever his handsome artist had in mind. He tracked Kel, watching as his lover dumped the condoms and other supplies on the small table by the chaise lounge. He couldn’t help but grin at the bottle of chocolate sauce his guy had remembered, but his attention was drawn back to Kel when his lover pushed him back against the lounge, tossed the red silk blanket covering him to the floor, then straddled his lap. Before Kellus’s weight settled on his thighs, the man reached down and gripped Arik’s now rigidly hard cock and began slowly stroking him. Arik glanced up, meeting an intense stare. Kellus’s gaze held his, a wicked glint in their blue depths. He liked this naughty side, and he was absolutely certain he’d be on board with anything Kellus suggested.
“You’ve given me the best week of my life. I wanted to give you something back. Something to help you remember this week with me.” Kellus’s tone deepened, and the words embraced his heart.
“Ice cream?” He wasn’t sure he needed ice cream to remember the wonder of the past week with the love of his life.
“No. Ice cream sundaes with a twist.” The gleam was back in his lover’s eyes. Arik dropped his head to the armrest and opened his mouth, letting out an exhale of surrender as Kellus’s hand continued to torment his aching cock, methodically stroking up and down his shaft.
“You keep twisting your wrist like that and I’m gonna come before we even get started.”
“We can’t have that, because I have plans for you.” Kellus chuckled, releasing him without warning. Arik groaned at the sudden loss of friction on his needy cock.