Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
He dove into the sofa at the back of the vehicle, pulling Arden’s fragrant body in, so they clashed, hands already grabbing at clothes and tearing them off.
Who needed to think about future consequences when there were so many things they could still feel in the now? They didn’t have to explain this to anyone, because this touch and these kisses were only theirs.
“You smell so good,” Mike whispered into the skin of Arden’s neck.
“I’m all yours.”
Arden grabbed Mike’s hair, his luscious nipples already stiffening under Mike’s caresses. His eyes were so bright, like two fountains filled with champagne, and Mike would drink from them until he passed out.
“Yes, me too,” he whispered, pulling Arden to straddle his lap as soon as the tight T-shirt was gone, revealing a smooth chest he instantly kissed in the middle, before rolling his face between the cute nipples.
Arden wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck, his slender hips rocking in fervent desire, as if he wanted to rub their clothes away. He was always as eager for sex as Mike, a kitten in permanent heat. His excitement was like strokes to the ego Mike could feel all the way in his dick.
His skin, so smooth, so warm, was everything Mike ever wanted, and he pulled Arden close, sliding one hand into his hair while their lips pressed together over and over. It was such a sweet, gentle moment, even if simmering with latent passion, and he pulled on Arden’s ear, rubbing his beard against the long neck.
“What do you want? You can have anything.”
Arden ran his hand up Mike’s arm, adoring him with the touch of his fingertips. “I want you to fuck me so good I forget there’s a tomorrow.”
Arden’s kiss was a match, and Mike—a pool of gasoline. The moment their mouths clashed again, the flames scorched everything they touched.
“Yes. Oh yes. I want you so fucking much, baby.”
Arden would soon be gone from Mike’s life, but they’d have this one more time to enjoy being together without consequences. A final goodbye to the boy whom Mike would never forget.
Arden pulled on Mike’s T-shirt, his movements gaining pace, as if there was nothing he wanted more than Mike’s flesh. The light was faint, but Arden’s pretty face regained its color, and his lips seemed to darken with each quick exhale.
“That last time? It was everything. I felt so good when you fucked me.”
Mike grunted, pulling on Arden’s nipple and lifting him with his hips. They both gasped when their dicks touched through denim, and Arden wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck, rolling against him with fervent excitement.
“Yes, baby,” Mike said, nodding as he cupped that pretty, wonderful face that he wanted etched at the back of his eyelids, so he could at least dream of Arden every night if they couldn’t be together in real life. “You were the sexiest filly I’ve ever had.”
Arden smiled as if reality didn’t matter. As if he hadn’t just witnessed his ex being killed, as if he didn’t know they’d part forever tomorrow. He must have truly decided to live in the now, and Mike would be here with him every step of the way.
“Filly. So wrong. But I love it so much.” He nipped on Mike’s lips and stroked his beard, gently twisting some of the hair in his fingers. “You rode me so well that night. So big, strong, heavy…” He slid his other hand down Mike’s stomach and cupped his crotch with a huff.
Mike’s balls swelled, and he rocked against that small, lovely hand that was so wickedly good at handling a dick. His brain lit up with warmth when he met Arden’s gaze. “I love you too,” Mike whispered, his throat choking up as he rubbed his hands up and down Arden’s ribs before settling them on the boyish hips. His entire world pulsed, even his lips, and he could only be soothed by Arden’s sweet, pillow-soft lips.
After Leah, he’d promised himself to never fall in love again. He told himself it was for his partner’s safety, but in truth, he was also afraid he wouldn’t survive the heartbreak again. It was too late for holding back with Arden, because love had snuck up on Mike when he wasn’t looking.
Arden stilled for a breathless moment somewhere beyond time, but then granted Mike the kiss he was so desperate for. Sweet as candy, addictive as cocaine. Arden didn’t need to say anything for Mike to know that his feelings hadn’t changed since last week.
Who had the time for words when mouths and tongues communicated so much more with touch? Deep, wet and hungry kisses promised pleasure but also emotions Mike hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years. He was like a man awoken after ages of death-like slumber, and now his heart beat all too fast, unable to comprehend what it meant to be alive again.