Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Love touching you,” Lucien whispered as he sucked Calder’s lower lip into his mouth. He bit gently and laved the area with his tongue.
Pulling back, Calder stared up at Lucien. “We don’t seem to have any trouble when it comes to sex.”
“No, we don’t.” Lucien was still stroking his dick through the soft material of his sweat pants.
Calder gasped and thrust against that big hand, wanting it on his naked skin. Instead, he stepped away and drew a long, deep breath. “Whew,” he whispered. “I was about to come.”
“So? I want you to.”
“We need to think about this. About what it could mean. Plus, I want to wait for Gio. As much as I’m enjoying all this, I want him here.” Calder paused and shook his head. “Need him here. It’s like…like he’s half of a heartbeat. The exhale to our inhale.”
Lucien grinned. “I like that.” He reached out and touched Calder’s lip. “You’re all swollen. It’s sexy. I like knowing I did that to you, but yeah, I want Gio too. I want to watch him do all kinds of wonderful things to you. And I’m dying to see you let loose on him.”
He glanced at the obvious tent in his pants, then glanced at Lucien’s groin to find him just as hard, the tip of his cock peeking out above the boxers. The tip was wet with pre-cum, and Calder’s mouth watered.
“Keep looking at my dick like that, and we’ll be in that bed in two seconds flat.” Lucien’s voice was deep and rumbly with a growl.
“Okay, okay.” Calder shut his eyes and took another deep breath. He was beginning to second-guess his decision not to stay. But something told him they needed to wait for Gio.
He moved around Lucien, walking to the door. He looked back at Lucien, who stood there, impossibly hard in his boxers, still faintly breathing hard.
“You know I’m going to take care of this the second you leave, right?” Lucien asked with a crooked grin.
“Yeah, I’ll be taking care of mine, too.”
“Next time, I get to watch.”
Calder nodded and fled the room. He hurried to his own bed and had his dick out before he even hit the comforter. It only took a few strokes, and he was coming all over his stomach. The pleasure that washed over him stole his breath and in his mind, he was seeing Lucien doing the same thing. He moaned, glad he was alone on this side of the house without the last Weaver in his room.
After he cleaned up, he climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling again. He knew he was in trouble because he was already attached, and finding his soul mate would mean an end to whatever was going on between him and Lucien.
And Gio.
He pictured the beautiful, dark-haired man and felt his tired dick twitch. It would be better if he cut all this off now, but he simply couldn’t. He wanted both men more than he’d wanted anyone in his life.
He had to hope they wouldn’t break each other’s hearts.
Chapter Nine
Lucien stood next to Calder, staring at Gio’s place as his stomach twisted in knots. He was grateful that Calder wasn’t demanding to know why he was hesitating. Of course, the Water Weaver didn’t seem like he was in a giant hurry to get inside either.
Sure, he was excited to see Gio and to have another amazing night with Gio and Calder, but there was extra baggage between him and Calder that was quickly stacking up to the fucking ceiling.
It also didn’t help that Clay had called earlier in the day with news that the Air Weaver appeared to be in the Charleston area. Unfortunately, Wiley was exhausted from the spell, and the team wasn’t due to be back from St. Louis until tomorrow night. They had about a twenty-four-hour reprieve before they headed out to fight the pestilents again.
“You think this is a bad idea?” Calder softly inquired.
Lucien glanced over at the man to find zero judgment or condemnation in his expression. Just the same worry that was slithering through Lucien. “I have no idea what a good idea looks like anymore. I don’t want to make things worse, but I’ve got no notion of how to make things better.”
The curtain twitched from Gio’s window, and the man in question stepped in front of it, his chest bare and a grin on his lips. He lifted a hand and crooked his finger, beckoning them closer like the wicked temptation he was.
Calder chuckled softly. “This might be a bad idea, but he makes it look so damn good.”
A bark of laughter escaped Lucien and he shook his head. “That is so very true.” He clapped his hand on the other man’s shoulder and squeezed. “Come on. It’s bad form to leave our host waiting.”