Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 128702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Tech loved God’s speeches. They always made everyone feel like they were twenty feet tall, including him. Because when he’d been speaking, those fierce emerald eyes had locked on him as well. The lieutenants stood there talking with Syn while the rest of them packed up. They probably had a shit ton of paperwork and meetings scheduled now, not to mention going to check on Ro. Tech was going to go by Ro’s house on his way out of town tomorrow. He packed his laptop and tablet in his messenger bag, shut down all his systems and left with Ruxs and Green, both of them giving him dap and a shoulder bump before they turned into the parking lot, heading towards Green’s new Camaro.
Day
Although he’d taken a shower at the station to clear away all the grime and dust from the shootout, he’d come home and poured an unbelievable amount of Epsom salt into his Jacuzzi tub and climbed in to hopefully soothe the aches that were starting to make themselves known now that the adrenaline had worn off. They’d stopped by to see Ro, needing to see for themselves that he was fine. Johnson was right there at his bedside, his hand clasped in his partner’s, his head resting on Ro’s thigh. They only stayed a few minutes since Ro was in and out on pain medicine. After kissing his forehead, they promised to go by his place tomorrow. That’s what family did.
Dawn was fast approaching and Day was almost falling asleep in the bathtub when he felt God caress his cheek. “Come on. Time to get some rest.”
Day watched God walk back into the bedroom; that huge lion’s head tattooed on his back ordering him to follow. Day dried off and closed the heavy drapes in their bedroom and climbed onto their king-sized bed. God was on him before Day had a chance to climb on top of him.
“You feel okay, Leo?” God said against Day’s ear, already licking his way across his jaw to his neck.
Day sighed, pushing his hips higher in answer, his cock already aching with need – it obviously not too affected by his fatigue. He needed God’s touch. Needed him to make him feel alive after coming so close to death. He had to let go of the current discord in their relationship, if only for one night, and let his man’s touch heal him.
“Wrap your legs around me,” God told him, and Day moaned just from the way God spoke to him. Sounded in his ear. Like a force to reckoned with. He had no reservations about surrendering his body to whatever God was going to do. He trusted him completely.
He started at his head, placing the softest kisses on his bruised temple before he licked his way down the length of his body, not daring to skip his feet. God massaged the arches there with strong pressure before gently kissing his heels. God cared for his body as though worshipping a king. Treasured every part him, leaving nothing untouched, ensuring every piece of him experienced exhilaration. Igniting every nerve. He jolted those dormant sensations back to life like a surgeon would a coder after yelling “clear!”
Sometimes their sex was fast, hard, God taking him forcefully up against their bedroom wall when he wanted to remind Day of his power and strength. But tonight God was doing exactly what he’d told their men to do. Go home… make love to your man. Show your partners exactly what they mean to you. It was easy to forget sometimes, to take each day for granted. Tonight was an almost catastrophic reminder of how fast something precious could be yanked away from you.
Day tangled his hands in God’s dirty-blond hair. Rubbing his scalp while he feasted on him. Dragging his hands lazily through those soft waves that stopped just past his shoulders. This was the longest he’d ever worn it; because Day had asked him to let it grow. He arched his back and sighed into the dawn as God took him deep into his warm mouth, fitting all he had inside. He didn’t know which of them was louder, it was combined, continuous grunts of arousal.
“I want you to come down my throat, Leo.”
Day knew it wouldn’t take him long to do exactly that. They’d been arguing, disagreeing, which was what made this night so monumental. Day spread his legs wide, thrashing while saliva slid down his balls and into his seam. God was fingering him, sucking him, licking him all at the same time, and Day’s orgasm hit with the momentum of the Titanic. He came like it was long overdue.
God slurped obscenely until Day was dry. Until he had nothing left and God finally rose up his body, his mouth wet and shiny, his brow damp from putting in the work. Day’s head swam with euphoria while God slathered his thick cock with lube. Day was still riding high when his legs were pulled up, his knees at his cheeks, his ankles on God’s broad shoulders. His lover leaned down and kissed him hard, shared his essence with him, and it almost drove him insane. They kissed with a forgotten passion – and at the same time – God brought his hips down and didn’t stop until their pelvises kissed and his cock was buried deep. One continuous drive, until their balls touched and Day’s mouth dropped open in a silent shout.