Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Royal got the fire roaring while Stone pulled back the heavy blanket and got under the covers. When Royal was done and the room was already warming up he stripped out of his clothes and Stone lifted the covers in invitation.
The moment Royal climbed in and settled his delicate body on top of his, the worry fled from him like the sun chasing dark clouds away.
Stone closed his eyes as Royal ran his soft hands over his tight shoulders. His touch alternated from light and soothing to a firm tension-melting massage.
Stone gripped Royal’s hips while he gyrated over his pelvis, grounding his ass on his cock. There was a hypnotic magic to Royal’s way of comfort.
Stone arched his neck as Royal bent over him and licked a long path over his throat before he nuzzled his beard.
Their moans blended like a sensual song.
Every caress felt as if Royal was infusing his peaceful energy into him.
It was only minutes before Royal had lured his mind and body into deep tranquility.
Stone was so lost to the sensations that when Royal gripped their erections in both hands and began to stroke them with slow pulls, any thoughts of impending danger faded from his mind.
“Fuck, Royal,” he groaned.
“I only want to make you feel good, Bo,” Royal whispered, tightening his grip. “Let me give you that.”
Stone nodded, his teeth clenched as the pleasure became so much, so fast. Royal’s voice, his touch, his declarations were everything he’d needed.
He stared at their cocks pressed together, thrusting harder, chasing that goodness Royal was promising him.
“Yes,” Royal hissed, throwing his head back as the first gush of warmth hit Stone’s chest.
Stone toppled over the edge after him, their seed mingling across his abdomen and over Royal’s hands as his strokes slowed to an erratic crawl.
Stone began slip towards a peaceful slumber after his second orgasm. The last thing he remembered wasn’t the roaring of the storm, or the blistering cold through the unseen cracks in his cabin walls, or the thoughts of his town, but the warm wash gliding over his abdomen and the comfort of Royal’s arms wrapped tightly around him as he slept through the night.
Royal
The early morning light filtered through the snow-covered trees as Stone finished connecting his snow plow to the front of his work truck. The engine rumbled to life with a roar that vibrated through the cab.
He felt Stone’s tension rolling off him in waves. Stone hadn’t said much since they’d woken up. They didn’t eat breakfast, well leftovers, hell they’d barely even kissed before Stone rushed to get dressed. Royal was starting to feel his stress as much as the freezing cold.
Slow flurries were still falling but the sun was bright and fighting on their side.
Stone gripped the steering wheel so tight the leather creaked as he crept down the snow-covered mountain. A deep frown had settled between his brows, and his jaw was set in a way that told Royal all he needed to know.
The storm had most likely caused damage to the town square and the festival set up.
Royal’s fingers twitched at his side, and despite every instinct telling him to leave Stone to his thoughts, he reached out and placed his hand on his arm.
“Bo,” he whispered, unable to hide his worry. “Are you okay?”
Stone threw him a flicker of a glance before he turned back to the road. The muscles in his neck flexed as he clenched his jaw hard enough to cut glass. “I’m fine,” he muttered.
He knew Stone was the opposite.
Stone swerved to avoid a snow drift, causing them to skid on a patch of ice.
Royal wanted to comfort Stone just as he did last night, by wrapping him in his arms, but Stone had gone back into the silent, solid rock he was.
Royal released a slow breath. “I know you’re worried, but whatever’s happened in the town, we’ll figure it out together. Just…just don’t shut me out okay?”
His words weren’t a solution, they were meant to be a thread of solace, a plea.
Stone didn’t respond, but he didn’t pull away either. That was something.
Royal rubbed his palm over the thick fabric of Stone’s coat, keeping his touch light, not wanting to overwhelm him, but he couldn’t help wanting to calm him.
When they got to the bottom of the hill and Stone rounded the corner into town, Royal’s stomach dropped.
What had been a charming winter festival site less than twenty-four hours ago was now a disaster. The towering Christmas tree that’d been decorated with such care lay broken and scattered across the ground, half buried in snow. Royal’s spirit plummeted when he saw the wreckage of the vendor booths blown across the square, their tents ripped apart. The makeshift animal pens—the ones Stone’s company had spent a week building—were destroyed. And the snow…it wasn’t just a dusting.