Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Callan’s nostrils flared. “Stop forgetting stuff. First the demon ale, then this?”
Lonnie laughed it off with a wave of his hand. “I’m fine.”
“Can I get you another beer to make up for it?” Rafe pulled out his wallet.
Lonnie shook his head. “Nah, two was my limit. I want to be sharp for this tournament so we can kick their asses.”
“That’s the spirit!” Rafe took his turn, hitting two fifteens and missing with his third shot. They were playing against a couple of demons, both of whom were damn good.
Callan held his breath as Lonnie went again, all three of his darts taking out the eighteens. Cheers broke out around them and Callan hurriedly gathered Lonnie close again so nobody else pounded him on the back. Lonnie seemed to like resting against him, his form almost melting into Callan’s between his turns. Callan didn’t mind not playing because this felt so good, he just basked in the sensory overload Lonnie gave him. The heat of his body. The sweet scent of his hair mixed with the faint tang of sweat because it was hot with so many gathered in their corner of the bar. He was solid against Callan, and whether he realized it or not, Lonnie kept putting his free hand on Callan, touching his chest often. Once, he slid his palm down to Callan’s waist, and the heat in the room had nothing on what was happening inside Callan’s body.
He was burning up for this man. Desire coiled in his belly, his dick hard in his jeans. And it wasn’t just from the touches. Watching Lonnie’s face, bright with laughter, then fierce with determination when he took his shots, had Callan watching him with complete fascination.
And when Lonnie swept the bullseye shots and pumped his fist into the air in celebration, Callan laughed with utter delight. Lonnie ran to him and threw his arms around Callan’s neck, and Callan’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Everyone around them was cheering and they were getting a little shoved about. Lonnie suddenly pulled back enough to look Callan in the eyes before he glanced down to where Callan’s hard dick was poking into him.
His pupils dilated and he licked his lips, making them look slick and shiny.
Something thick and heavy passed between them, the shared lust so powerful, Callan was ready to cart them back to Lonnie’s house immediately. Everyone around them just sort of faded into the background, their own private bubble tense with anticipation.
Lonnie licked his lips again, eyes still blown out. “We should go home.”
“Fuck, yes.”
He got his brothers’ attention and practically shoved them out of the bar. The whole ride back, both he and Lonnie were quiet, Lonnie gripping his thigh tight. Callan could barely find the words to thank his brothers as they dropped them off.
Lonnie was fairly vibrating as they walked into the house and when he turned to face Callan, the absolute raw desire on his face sent Callan into overdrive.
He could wait no longer.
Chapter Sixteen
Callan
Lonnie beat him to the punch. He grabbed Callan by the back of the neck, then crawled up his body to wrap his arms and legs around him. Callan filled his palms with Lonnie’s plump ass, holding him up as Lonnie attacked his mouth. His sweet tongue slid in to stroke Callan’s, his moves almost desperate. Endorphins flooded Callan’s entire body, and he quickly carried Lonnie into the hall toward the bedroom but didn’t make it there because Lonnie’s tongue felt too good. He pressed Lonnie into the wall in the hall, deepening the kiss, licking Lonnie’s parted lips before sending his tongue deep into his mouth.
Callan was desperate to get inside this man. “Want you so fucking much,” he murmured against Lonnie’s lips. “I’m burning for you.”
“Me too. Fuck, you can kiss.”
Callan speared in his tongue again in response, loving the sensual slide of Lonnie’s tongue meeting his. He tasted wonderful, a flavor so unique it ramped up Callan’s lust. He could easily become addicted to that taste, and he delved into Lonnie’s mouth for every bit of it.
Callan reveled in the feel of Lonnie’s soft belly against him, kneading his delicious ass. Everything about him was just perfect, especially the fit of his body against Callan’s.
And oh, he kissed with an abandon that made Callan dizzy. His hands clutching Callan’s biceps with tight fingers. When he ran his hands up to link them around Callan’s neck and pressed even closer, Callan growled into his mouth before carrying him into the bedroom.
He set Lonnie on his feet so he could start on the buttons of his shirt. Lonnie, flushed and lust-drunk, looked down at what he was doing, but something in his expression gave Callan pause. He stopped halfway down and lifted Lonnie’s chin with one finger. “You want this?”