Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Indi’s cock couldn’t get any harder. Could Clay be telling the truth?
“Yes, I would have done that,” Indi agreed. “I may still do it.”
“Go ahead; I’ll just come back again.” Clay took a deep breath. “Please don’t ever leave me again, Indi. I don’t know for sure what this is I’m feeling, but I know I’ve never felt it before—nothing even close. No woman. No man. Nobody makes me feel like you do. There’s a word for it, but I’m not sure you’re ready for that yet. Hell, I’m not even sure if you aren’t lying here making a plan to kill me.”
Indi bumped his throbbing cock against Clay again, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining Clay’s hardness. Nope, no imagining that. “Nah, too much paperwork if I kill you.” Indi paused. “What is this, Clay? What are we doing? I’m useless to the team and damn well near useless to you. Is it pity? You pity me because of the damage the accident caused?”
“Uh, no it was you that pity-fucked me, remember?” Clay countered with a sassy grin and another bite to the other side of Indi’s neck. Clay loved marking him. “Nobody feels pity for you, Indigo. We’re pissed and our feelings were hurt because you ghosted us. You’re the bad guy in this situation, not us.” Clay nibbled his bottom lip. “Although I heard Hawk may feel differently. Word on the street is that he’s going to kick my ass when I get home—at least that’s what the guys are telling me. Funny story, they are also telling me he’s fallen in love. The real deal. Hawk’s wings are officially clipped…real close, too. Like a buzz cut if wings were hair.”
“Serious? That’s great! How does Ambrose feel about that?” Indi asked.
“Ambrose hates everybody except Hawk, but I don’t really care how Ambrose feels. Right now, I care how you feel about me taking your clothes off and pounding you into this mattress?”
Suddenly feeling shy, Indi asked, “Because you want to?”
“No, because I have to! I’m dying here, Indi. My cock, a mind of its own, of course, has wanted to be inside you ever since I walked through the door. When you touched my cheek? The desire went straight into overdrive. Let me show you how much you mean to me, even if I don’t use my words well.” Clay forced one of Indi’s hands down to cup Clay’s cock. “You think I don’t want to? Come on, Indi. You’re all I want.”
Indi smiled. “Then try to take it.” Game. On.
It was a wrestling match of epic proportions. Lots of laughter. Lots of clothing being ripped. Lots of biting and ass smacking. The final result was Indi being just as naked as Clay. Sweat drenched bodies and dripping cocks.
“Enough!” Indi yelled. “I’ve got to have you inside me.” He rolled over and got up on all fours, pushing his ass in the air as an invitation.
Clay flipped him back over. “Nope. Not this time. I want to be able to watch your face when you come. Ride my cock, Indi. I’ve fantasized about it since the first night.”
Indi frowned. “Why didn’t you ask?”
“Why didn’t you offer?” Clay countered.
Indi shrugged. “I guess I thought it would be asking too much…too gay, ya know?”
Clay growled. “Stop saying that! Straight men don’t have gay sex, Indi. Get that thought out of your head. It stopped being a job the moment I saw you naked. Now, I want to see you naked, on top of me, my cock sliding in and out of your ass. Could I be any more explicit?”
“Knowing you, probably,” Indi answered. “Hand me the lube and a condom.”
Already knowing where Indi kept it, Clay had it in his hand within seconds. After that, Clay wasn’t certain he had any coherent thoughts. It was just Indi, sex, cock, Indi’s sleek, lean body moving to a rhythm that caused fireworks to explode throughout Clay’s body, Indi’s cock bouncing with said rhythm, pre-cum dripping—and then it would start a loop in his head again. There wasn’t another person on the earth that Clay wanted…nobody except Indigo Banks.
Then the rhythm changed. Shit. He got faster. Moved harder. Slid all the way off Clay’s cock and then impaled himself on it again. “I…I can’t wait. Too much. Feels too good,” Clay muttered. He tried to hold off; he really did.
He failed.
His load filled the condom and threatened to overflow it. Fuck, they both needed to get tested. Clay wanted condoms between him and Indi to be outlawed…literally against the fucking law.
Indi followed Clay’s ejaculation with one of his own—sending cum shooting straight toward Clay’s face. Instead of dodging the volcano, Clay tried to lap up every delicious drip.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” Indi asked when he could finally breathe again.