Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Yes!” he cried out as he lost it. Wave after wave of pleasure barreled through him and he squeezed his eyes tight as he rode it out and spilled all over the bed.
“Yeah,” Baer bit out. “Come for me.”
Wiley felt like he was never going to stop. He gasped and clawed at the bedding with one hand as he pressed the last of his release from his cock.
Baer sped up, his hips slapping into Wiley as he shoved in deep. His shout was louder than Wiley’s. Heat filled Wiley’s tight channel. Fingers tightened on his hips as Baer went still, then began to shudder against him. His heavy body came over Wiley’s back, pressing him into the wet spot on the bed. Wiley didn’t give a shit. He was too busy recovering from the orgasm of a lifetime and being thrilled that he’d elicited such a response from the sexy man on top of him.
Hot breath fanned over his neck just before Baer kissed his nape. “Fuck, Wiley,” he panted, his mouth opening over Wiley’s skin. Sweat slicked them together and he thought of never showering again so he could keep the scent of Baer on his flesh.
Baer pulled out of him and Wiley glanced over his shoulder to see glittering green eyes meeting his. The awe in his expression matched what Wiley was feeling, and he couldn’t help but give Baer a grin. “We’re good at that.”
“Hell, good is an understatement.” Baer turned him over and wrapped his arms around Wiley, burying his face in Wiley’s neck. “You smell like me, and it’s turning me on again. I’m feeling some kind of primitive need to beat my chest and yell.”
A surprised laugh burst from Wiley as he tightened his arms around Baer. “I’m feeling it, too.”
Baer pulled away to look at him. “We’re doing that again.”
“Maybe not right away, but I’d like that.”
Baer growled and tucked Wiley’s body closer against him. “You are one hot motherfucker, Wiley Stuart.”
He nearly giggled at the utter shock in Baer’s tone, but instead, he kissed him. This was a soft kiss, no tongue, and it went on long enough for him to really feel just how soft Baer’s lips were. He pulled back. “So, we’ll keep this up as long as I’m here, then?”
“Without a doubt.” Baer stroked a hand over his neck. “But there’s no hurry. You may not be able to go anywhere for a long time.”
“I will have to visit my grandmother at some point. I’m all she has.” In fact, Wiley needed to call her tomorrow and make sure she was doing okay. He made a mental note to do that.
“I’d hate for us to lead the pestilents to her.” Baer’s eyes grew soft with concern. “I’m so sorry I brought you into this again.”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t have gotten to have the best sex of my life then.”
One red eyebrow went up. “The best, huh?”
“Don’t get cocky about it.”
“Well, since I happen to agree, I won’t. That was mutually explosive, and I can hardly wait until we do it again.” His hand slipped down to Wiley’s ass. “This is a thing of beauty.”
“I’m kind of partial to yours. Do you ever bottom?”
Baer nodded. “It’s not my preference, but I do. I definitely will for you.”
Wiley shivered at the thought of sinking into Baer. He much preferred bottoming but liked to switch it up on occasion. He was about to suggest they do that when a yawn overtook him.
Baer chuckled warmly and hugged him close. “How about we get some sleep and revisit this conversation again?”
“I’d like that.”
Baer got up to turn out the light and crawled back into the bed as Wiley slid under the covers. His wet spot hadn’t gone through the comforter and he snuggled down into the soft sheets, then smiled when Baer spooned around him.
Oh yeah, he could definitely sleep like this.
Chapter 15
Wiley brought up his legs and rested his sketch pad against his thighs. The sun was warm and comforting as he sat next to the pool. Buzzing insects and chirping birds created a cozy backdrop of noise from the woods. He really liked this plantation and hated the idea of having to return to his tiny apartment, but he couldn’t stay here forever.
Even with all the craziness, Wiley was willing to say this had been the best two weeks of his life. And now, he could add fantastic sex to the equation.
The water sparkled, a flat, inviting sheet that he’d be taking advantage of soon. He already wore his swim trunks and had thrown on an old T-shirt with them. His apartment didn’t have a pool, so he used this one often.
But first, he had to get this sketch of Baer right. He shaded in a tattoo, one that snaked down his hip and around to stop at his ass. Because he was drawing Baer from the front, he didn’t get the tail of the lizard, but he sure had gotten the dick right. He’d drawn it soft, the way he’d seen it when Baer had stood in front of him, nestled in those red pubes.