Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Do it. Come for me.”
“Luis.” Clutching Luis like they were in a raging hurricane, Tucker came with a strangled sound, and the way everything suddenly got slicker and slipperier was all Luis needed for his hips to pump harder, thrusting fast against Tucker until he too was coming.
“Yes. Fuck.” Felt like he’d hurled himself off a cliff, intense endorphin rush as he slowly floated back to earth with smaller surges of pleasure.
Laughing and panting at the same time, Tucker peppered Luis’s shoulder with kisses as he stroked his back. His tenderness was almost better than the orgasm, another wave of sweet pleasure. “I didn’t think it could get better...but it did. Wow.”
“That was something alright.” God, what was Luis going to do without Tucker? How was he supposed to let something this good go? His mind spun, questions crowding out the last waves of satisfaction. His body might be exhausted, but his mind spun.
“And now we’re a mess.” Apparently not suffering from the same affliction, Tucker playfully pushed at Luis until he rolled off to flop next to him on his back. He was still trying to make sense of how deeply Tucker made him feel, the sort of rare connection that scared him senseless. He didn’t want to feel these things. Not now.
Breathing deeply, he tried for a normal tone, one that matched Tucker’s good mood. “Hotel bathroom is super tiny, so I can’t show you all the fun of sharing a shower, but give me a minute to remember I’ve got legs and I’ll help you clean up.”
“I have a big shower.” Tucker’s smile was almost shy, an invitation there for more than just another round of sex.
“Filing that away for future reference.” Luis’s chest hurt with wanting more encounters, more memories, an endless string of them, not a few stolen minutes here and there.
“Good.” Breath whistling out softly, Tucker let his head fall on Luis’s shoulder and went quiet for long minutes. Luis tried again to drink it all in, bottle it up, do everything in his power to save this moment and these feelings.
“I can’t sleep here,” Tucker said at last, yawning.
“I know.” And he did. Tucker had a life. The boys would be done with their party soon, and he had a curfew to enforce. Much as he wanted to, Luis was going to be good, not tease him into going for seconds.
“I wish though...” Tucker’s eyes were as serious as Luis had ever seen them. Not sad precisely, but intense. And all the longing Luis felt in every muscle fiber in his body was there too, all his wants and secret dreams, right there reflected back to him.
“Me too.” Neither of them were going to voice that longing, give a name to those wants, and that was for the best. But for now they could lie there, bodies touching, breath still in sync, wishing.
Chapter Thirteen
“You were out late last night.” Wade wandered into the kitchen Saturday morning, itching his stomach and blinking the sleep out of his eyes before heading to the cereal cabinet. Tucker hurried up pouring his coffee before Wade could help himself to half the pot.
“And you were back early.” He’d lingered over goodbye with Luis in the hotel parking lot far longer than necessary. As a result, Tucker had pulled into the driveway minutes before the twins, Walker dropping Wade off before taking Mary Anne on home.
“Party was boring.” Shrugging, Wade reached for a mixing bowl. Moving quickly, Tucker plucked it from his fingers and replaced it with a normal-size bowl before Wade could pour in the cereal.
“You don’t need the whole box and a gallon of milk. And sorry to hear that about the party.” He served himself his own average portion of cornflakes, wishing they were some of Luis’s eggs. It had been simple food but perfectly made, and he’d fallen asleep dreaming about spicy kisses. And not worrying about the kids, which in retrospect, maybe he should have done more of. “Everything go okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Scrimmage was awesome, so that made up for the boring. And on the way home, we stopped for food and I got you this.” Wade slid a small box across the island countertop to him. It might have been a few years but he knew instantly what the small square box with gold foil held.
“What the—”
“Language.” Wade did a fair job of imitating Tucker’s deeper voice while laughing. “And I’m just saying the same thing you say to us. Be safe and have fun.”
He stared down at the box like it might explode any second. And honestly, it might be easier if it did. Easier than this conversation at least. “Why are you pushing so hard for me to...”
“Get laid?” Wade wiggled his eyebrows.
“I was going to say date.”
“You’re funny when you’re all flustered.” He claimed the seat next to Tucker at the breakfast bar end of the island. “And somehow you were way more chill when giving Walker and I the talk than when talking about your own sex life.”