Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Do you feel it now?” He muttered, leaning back to stare at Solomon’s stretched hole. “God, that ass is greedy, trying to make me come. You want to feel that too? Want me to come inside your ass?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“This is my first, too, Younger. I’ve never been with anyone bare. With nothing in the way. It feels… You’re so hot and tight. You’re taking it so good I don’t think I can last.”
Solomon reached for his cock, jerking as Hugo’s hips pumped against him with enough force to slide them across the wet floor.
“Only me, Hugo. Give it to me. Fill me up.”
Hugo came with a raw cry that rang in his ears. The rush of liquid heat set off his own powerful release, making him cling to Hugo as each new wave rolled through his body, leaving him shaken.
“That was…” There were no words. The entire day had been a revelation, but what just happened felt different. Like he’d been torn to pieces and put back together. Consumed and born again, new in the ashes.
Hugo buried his face in Solomon’s neck.
He was trembling.
“Hugo?” He wrapped his good arm around him, holding him close. “What’s wrong?”
“I should have known better,” he murmured, the sound vibrating against his skin. “I knew once I had you I wouldn’t be able to keep my distance.”
Solomon closed his eyes in relief. He needed to tell him how he felt. How he’d always felt. “Hugo, I am so—”
“No.” He lifted his head and covered Solomon’s mouth with his hand. “No more sweet words or confessions today. No more. And I guess we can forget my rules, since I couldn’t even follow them for a single day. We’ll see, okay? We’ll see how it goes. No pressure and no promises.”
No limits. No time limit.
Solomon didn’t fight his smile. “We’ll see. On the bright side, your cure worked. I could stay in this shower forever.”
Hugo nodded, his forehead still wrinkled with worry.
“You won’t regret it, Hugo,” Solomon swore softly.
“Did I not just say no promises?”
“Not a promise. A fact.”
After all this time, Hugo was giving him another chance. An opening. He’d do whatever was necessary to make sure he didn’t fuck it up.
Chapter Seven
“You need to stop doing that.”
Wyatt shook his head at the straightened wire hanger insinuated between the cast and Solomon’s skin.
“What? It itches.”
Even a saint would be sick of this thing after wearing it for over three weeks. It itched like crazy and it was always getting in the way. The other night he’d rolled over and accidentally socked Hugo in the stomach with the damn thing.
“It’s a miracle I haven’t cut it off by now. Speaking of miracles, what are you doing in my living room?”
“I have to pick up the Z-man, and you were on my way so I thought I’d check in. You haven’t been around that much lately.” He held up his hand. “I don’t need details. I’m happy for you and Hugo but Younger chatting about his sex life is not something I can handle at the moment.”
Solomon chuckled. “What’s the matter, Wyatt? Still afraid you’ll catch it?”
“Funny.” Wyatt leaned back on the couch and studied his paint-spatter jeans. “What’s up with the yellow?”
“It’s butter. Kind of a gold… I’m painting the kitchen, and it’s not yellow. That’s all you need to know. What’s about you? Picking up our nephew? I hear you’ve been doing more for Noah lately. What changed?”
“I got some free advice from a professional,” Wyatt grinned. “And apparently, Green was right. I’m a natural. While you’ve been gone I’m Zachary’s new favorite. The boy loves me. He stops crying every time I pick him up.”
“It’s good to know you listen to someone, even if it’s not me.” Solomon wrinkled his brow. “Green? The writer dating Brady’s friend? That one? Tasha’s mentioned him once or twice when she was giving me dating advice.”
“That’s the one. Seriously, stop itching with that or you’ll give yourself tetanus or something.” Wyatt grabbed it out of his hand.
Solomon’s shoulders shook. “Uncle Wyatt, to the rescue. You’ll be the one that warns him not to run with scissors.”
“I’ll be the one that does safety drills, wrapping bananas in condoms as soon as he hits puberty, so he doesn’t make his father’s mistake.”
He shook his head, but held his tongue. “Where’s Zachary now?
“Visiting Baby Bookend with Tasha and the twins.”
“You need to stop calling him that.”
“Baby Bookend? Jen loves it, and she’s his mother.”
“His name is Finnegan. Finn for short.”
“We’re all named Finn. We eat during Finn Agains. You can see the confusion.”
“Don’t be dense. You know why she chose it.”
Wyatt shrugged. “I know, I know. Finn Dunham-Kelly, the merging of names, the joining of worlds, the breaker of chains. Very dramatic, we all get it.”
He snorted. “You’re being a dick. She’s going to be a great mother.”