Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Sean’s exhale sounded happy, like a satisfied sigh. “Never coming back out again. You realize this, right?” He settled onto his forearms and picked up the pace.
Max groaned. “I’m banking on it. You realized that, right?”
“Well…” Sean’s breaths quickened. “I had my suspicions.” He hooked Max’s knees with his elbows and pushed them forward. Then he got back to thrusting even faster.
Max’s eyes flew open.
Fuck—Oh, fuck—
Sean’s dick was rocking his G now something fierce. Pleasure surged, flooding his channel, sending tendrils into his junk.
“Shit, yeah—” Max rasped out. “Yeah—Just like that—”
Sean smiled and kept it going. Max’s whole body teemed. With sensation. With emotion. He felt fuller than fuck. But not just in his ass. In his everything.
Minutes later, Sean started to pant. His features went tight. “Shit, Max—Goddamn it—You feel so fucking good—Not sure how much longer—I can last—”
Max knew how he felt. He was on the verge, too. The way Sean’s cock kept tagging his prostate was making him mental.
He grabbed dick and stroked. “Hold it, a stór,” he growled. “Not yet.”
Sean nodded and steeled his jaw, shoving deep again and again. But before long, he was back to heavily panting.
“Shit, Max,” he bit out. “You’re fucking ass—so fucking good—”
Max jacked faster. Sean was close. Then again, so was he. His body reeled. His mind spun. His lungs sawed for air. Pleasure roaring, he clenched Sean’s cock even harder.
Sean hissed and grit his teeth. “Your tight little ass—It’s gonna make me come—” His thrusts turned erratic. He grimaced in bliss. “I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—Shit!”
His hips slammed home and locked up tight. His dick bucked hard against Max’s G. Which, in turn, not only had Max cursing and shuddering, but soaring over the edge of orgasm, too.
“Fuck—Sean!” he shouted, arching as he pumped, his cock pelting hot cum all over Sean’s chest. Raw pleasure shredded him. His abdomen danced furiously. Even his fist locked on his dick wouldn’t stop.
He groaned long moments later, still twitching, mind drunk.
Sean dropped down on top of him, still buried deep. “Fuck, Max,” he panted. “I wanna do that again.”
Yeah. So did Max.
Max wrapped Sean in his arms. “You’ll have to give me a minute.”
Sean laughed breathlessly.
Max grinned, resting his feet back on the bed.
“I love you, Max. I fucking love you so fucking hard.”
Max blinked in surprise. He hadn’t seen that coming. But then that warmth swelled back up again and made him smile. “Love you, too, Sean,” he murmured, pressing his cheek into Sean’s hair. “Hope you know that. That you’re my everything… That you’re my chroí.”
Sean stilled and lifted his head. “That’s the third time you’ve said that.” His eyes glinted curiously. “You ever gonna tell me what kree means?”
Max stared at him affectionately, then ran his thumb across Sean’s cheek. “It means my heart, Sean… You’re my heart… Since the day you first unearthed it.”
Sean chuckled, the sound soft. “I unearthed your heart?”
“Yeah. You did.” Max’s lips curved warmly. “You unearthed my heart, and then you revived my soul.”
* * * * *
“Fuck! I’m so pissed!”
Tad looked at Jay and laughed. “It’s your own damn fault. You’re supposed to throw your cap above your head so you can catch it again. Not across the fucking stadium to God knows where.”
“I was excited!”
“It’s okay, baby.” Marcie patted Jay’s shoulder. “You can wear mine.”
“Really?” His mood brightened. “You’ll seriously let me have your cap?”
“Wear it, my little merman. I’ll let you wear it. It’s mine.”
He scowled and looked away.
Ned whapped him on the head with his own forest-green cap. “Dude. Stop crying. You’re funking my happy.” Jay shot him a glare. Ned rolled his eyes and grinned. “You want me to do a drive-by? I got the moves. I’ll make it happen.”
Breck chuckled and shook his head. “Ned. You can’t just run past some poor, unsuspecting fool and swipe their cap when they’re not looking.”
Ned scoffed. “Says who?”
“Says the code of fucking conduct.”
“Please. You pull that shit on me every damn time we play basketball.”
Breck’s lips curved smugly. “That’s an entirely different kind of stealing.”
“Bah!” Ned waved him off.
Jay frowned. “So no drive-by?”
“Later. When Mr. Arbiter of Good and Evil isn’t watching.”
“Excellent.” Jay beamed.
Breck sighed and glanced away.
Tad, however, was already scanning the vicinity. He’d told Scott to meet him out front after the ceremony, and from what Scott said, Max and Sean would be stopping by, too. Good. The more the merrier.
Besides, seeing Max and Sean together made Tad smile. They brought out this side of each other that he found just so entertaining. In the couple times he’d seen them together, Max had felt like a different guy. Well, sort of. He still had that underlying edgy-gruff, but Tad suspected that part of him would never leave. Like it’d been fashioned into his temperament, into his very personality, marked permanently as a result of Kevin’s death.