Wrong Way Home – Taken Read online K.A. Merikan (Criminal Delights #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Criminal Delights Series by K.A. Merikan
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
<<<<324250515253546272>81
Advertisement


Taron slipped his hand to Colin’s thigh and massaged it, yearning for closeness in a way he’d never understood before. He froze when Colin entwined their fingers and laughed.

“No. I don’t like to be around many people. Small groups, yes, but it’s exhausting to be around them too much. I was always more interested in the science of it all than in the people themselves.”

Taron gave his hand a short squeeze.

Colin’s mouth stretched into a boyish grin, and he picked up the jar of moonshine again. “So are you.”

Taron wordlessly asked for the jar once Colin had his sip.

Colin lowered it toward Taron’s hand, only to take it out of his reach, giggling as if it were the funniest joke ever. “You know what’s a good fit? This booze and me.”

Taron shook his head and pulled Colin closer.

The room was getting warmer by the minute, the alcohol pulsed through his veins, and the tornado that could now be ravaging his home above was forgotten. The one thing he needed was Colin next to him in bed, out of Old McGraw’s ridiculous 1970s pajamas.

Colin took two more gulps before handing over the jar. He was leaning against Taron, intimately close, with a blurriness in his eyes that betrayed just how fast the moonshine had hit him.

“I’m still cold though.”

Taron didn’t care for the spirit anymore. He put it away on the nightstand and focused on the handsome young man who’d warm his bed much more efficiently than a whole herd of cats.

He invited Colin under the comforter and ignored any aches, in favor of unbuttoning Colin’s pajama top. Colin watched him with a half-smile but stayed passive. “I see someone’s been lying about his poor condition.”

was all Taron could communicate without tearing his hands away from Colin for too long. But in the quiet room, he realized they were close enough for Colin to hear him if he spoke. “I need you.”

The light brown eyes glinted when Colin removed the pants that were far too big on him anyway. He was breathing through his mouth, completely focused on Taron.

“I suppose you do need a bed warmer after getting soaked,” he said, pulling off the unbuttoned shirt.

Taron smiled and ran his hands up Colin’s slim but sturdy shoulders. “I’ve literally saved kittens, Colin.” He hated his voice. Barely a dull whisper, sometimes a stutter, hurting his throat with the effort, but using it meant his hands were free to roam.

Colin smirked and gently pushed Rio off the mattress. He moved under the comforter, his knee first nudging Taron’s skin, then moving across his thighs. “I suppose that makes you a hero. You deserve a reward for your bravery,” he whispered, straddling Taron, who didn’t even care that meant his chest had been left uncovered. With all of Colin on show, Taron would be going up in flames fast anyway. This boy, who’d invaded the peaceful solitude of Taron’s life was now his addiction, and Taron would fuck him even with a wound on his side and scratches on his face.

Colin’s limbs were long, hips narrow, and he had the prettiest nipples Taron loved sucking on. His cock, not too thick, but long, was nature’s perfection when it got swollen and dark. If Taron didn’t have so much work around the homestead, he’d spend all day in bed with Colin, waiting for their cocks to harden so they could fuck again.

Colin exhaled, shifting on top of Taron until their balls and cocks touched, and he chewed on his lip, leaning forward to rest his elbows by Taron’s shoulders. “I’m gonna take care of you, like a good doctor,” he whispered so close his breath caressed Taron’s skin.

Taron pulled on Colin’s lip with his teeth, and let his hands roam up and down Colin’s thighs as soon as he was done signing. His cock was already responding to Colin’s closeness, hardening under the touch to signal just how much he wanted to fill that gorgeous body.

Colin’s eyes shut, and the brief expression that passed over his face was the very definition of ecstasy. He rolled his hips, thrusting his dick against Taron’s as they kissed again, limbs falling into place without either of them having to think about details.

If Colin's actions were just a ploy to distract Taron and shove a knife between his ribs, he didn't even care. He'd die a happy man.

Taron could sense the lean muscle playing under the softness that was Colin’s skin, and he wondered if this boy would have spared him a glance if they met in different circumstances.

What could have been ceased to matter when Colin took Taron’s breath away with a bite to his lips. Taron slid his hands over Colin’s hips and to his ass, eager to plunge his dick into Colin and watch his face flush, hear him moan. This, Colin wasn’t able to fake. He was a horny guy, and it was one of the things Taron loved about him.


Advertisement

<<<<324250515253546272>81

Advertisement