Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Oliver nodded weakly, arching his back and shouting his approval as Matthew filled him with one forceful thrust.
He got to his knees, hands on the back of Oliver’s thighs so he had the perfect view of his ass as he took him. “I was obsessed with this. With you, and you knew it. You’ve been teasing me. All those. Damn. Lunges.”
“Yes! Matthew.”
He couldn’t hold back. Something dark and possessive had taken over at the feel of Oliver beneath him. So deep. So fucking perfect.
He slid his hand down to wrap a fist around the golden shaft he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Oliver’s cock was like velvet-covered steel and he reacted to Matthew’s touch with a keening sound that nearly made him pop. It was electric and all consuming and so much better than his dreams.
This is better. This is everything.
“Fuck, you’re good at that for a first timer,” Oliver groaned.
“As soon as we’re done I’m going to want you a second time. A third. I want to wake up inside you in the morning and have you again. Which means this date won’t be over until we both agree it is.”
“Oh God,” Oliver cried, his hands clawing at the coverlet. “Harder.”
“Are you going to give me what I want?” Matthew pressed, his thrusts so deep and jarring they shook the bed. “Tell me our date won’t be over tomorrow.”
“It won’t,” he gasped. “I swear. I’m so close, Matthew. Please.”
They came together, Oliver crying out his name and Matthew trembling with the force of his own climax. He was buried in his lover, reveling in the feeling of Oliver’s cum drenching his fingers, and knowing that nothing that came before had prepared him for this.
He lowered Oliver’s legs reluctantly, letting go of his cock to kiss him breathless.
He couldn’t lose this now. One date, one kiss, one thunderbolt from the blue and Matthew knew he couldn’t want this with anyone else.
He’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him. But the idea of not having this man in his life was infinitely worse. It was unacceptable.
He kissed Oliver’s shoulder. “You still with me, Legs?”
“I’m not even back in my body yet,” he said softly, staring at the ceiling. “I’m not usually so…vocal.”
“I liked it. Especially the part where you were screaming my name.”
He grinned weakly. “Heat of the moment, Finn. Don’t get a big head about it.”
Matthew brushed his hardening cock against Oliver’s hip. “Too late.”
Oliver groaned and he chuckled in response. “I like having you in my bed. I think we need to make a habit of it. All I have to do now is get my sister to think moving out is her idea, add a few more locks and we can christen every room in the house.”
“You wouldn’t do that to her.”
How did he know? “You’re right. We will have a few new house rules, however. No more wild parties. And she can have her girlfriend for a sleepover as long as I can have you.”
Oliver’s eyes widened. “Calamity Kate has a girlfriend?”
Matthew nodded. “She used to have a boyfriend as well, but they fought, I suppose. I haven’t seen him for a few months.” He paused. “Nobody else in the family knows that. Back home we got used to keeping information hidden, so it couldn’t be used against us. Or to hurt William.”
It would break his brother’s heart to know he hadn’t been able to shield them as much as he’d thought.
“I saw your brother nearly fell a redhead like a tree last week,” Oliver said into the silence.
Legs was obviously paying more attention than he’d realized.
“That would be cousin Brady.”
“He was good, but your brother was… How did he learn to fight like that?”
Matthew traced lazy patterns on Oliver’s chest. “I told you most of my dirty secrets at coffee. That one isn’t mine to share.”
Oliver bobbed his head in understand, turning to nuzzle Matthew’s neck. “One of my uncles boxed when he was young. Pretty good at it, from all the stories I’ve heard. He hangs out at the boxing club in my neighborhood, offering tips.”
The picture was getting clearer. “That’s why you signed up at Finn’s?”
“I guess,” Oliver sighed. “I didn’t want the whole street knowing what I was doing. Telling my grandmother. They wouldn’t understand.”
Matthew wasn’t sure he did either. “That you wanted to learn how to fight? Why not? And William could train you, you know. He’s been waiting for you to ask him, and you’ve already seen how good he is.”
Oliver lifted his head to meet his gaze. “I’m not used to letting people in, Matthew. Most of the men I’ve been with don’t want to know the details. Especially after they’ve gotten what they wanted. What makes you so different?”
Matthew reached for Oliver’s growing erection. “For future reference, don’t tell me about your previous conquests while we’re naked in bed. And this is different for both of us because we fit. Because it’s right.”