Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“I want to feel this myself. Want to be on the other side.” He groaned. “Not yet, though. This is too fucking good. Holy shit, it’s so good. Fuck.”
Emory leaned down to breathe against his lips. “Feels good to me, too. You’re going so deep and you’re so hard and hot.”
Julien slid his tongue into Emory’s mouth, their kiss sloppy from the way their bodies were moving together. It was still a great kiss. Julien clamped his hands onto Emory’s hips, loving the shifting of his muscles under his palms. His thighs were powerfully strong as he lifted and lowered himself onto Julien.
He’d thought he’d missed sex, but this was unlike any sex he’d experienced. It had always felt good. Great, in fact. This, however, was on a completely different scale, and he was sure it had everything to do with the angel himself. It wasn’t that he was having sex with a male—it wasn’t the novelty. No, it was the fierce connection he felt toward Emory. There were the beginnings of real feelings happening here. He stared up in awe as Emory sinuously moved his body.
He wanted this view for the rest of his life.
Wanted to feel this body against him, wanted to see that wickedly sexy smile and hear his laughter.
Emory began to move faster, and all the thoughts fled from Julien’s mind. He tilted his head back, the groan that released from his throat long and loud. He thrust up over and over, chasing an orgasm he instinctively knew was going to scramble his mind.
And when it hit, it did exactly that. He was no longer capable of thought, could only revel in the incredible pleasure that pulsed throughout every single part of his body. “Emory!” he shouted.
“Fuck, yes!” Emory yelled back as he reached down and hurriedly stroked himself. He cried out again when he shot all over Julien’s chest.
Julien just tightened his fingers on those slim hips, panting, his vision slightly blurry around the edges. Emory slumped over him, bracing his hands on either side of Emory. His eyes were hooded, pleasure slackening his features, making him look even more beautiful. Julien couldn’t look away, knowing his own eyes were wide with wonder.
“Well,” Emory whispered. “We’re awfully good at that.”
Julien had no words, still too stunned to respond. Emory must have sensed that because this time the smile that pulled his lips up was full of affection.
“You okay there, Julien?”
He could only nod, still not finding his voice.
Emory chuckled and leaned down to kiss him before he gently lifted himself off Julien and disappeared into the bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet rag and wiped Julien down.
Julien finally found his voice, and he grasped Emory’s wrist with one hand and lifted his other to tuck some of Emory’s hair behind his ear. “I loved everything about that,” he said softly. “Absolutely everything.”
“So did I.” Emory smiled again. “Like I said, we’re good at it.”
“We’ll be doing that again.”
“Yeah, Julien, I have a feeling we’ll be doing that again. Probably a lot.”
Julien wrapped his hand around the side of Emory’s neck and pulled him down for a lingering kiss. “Sleep here with me,” he said against his lips.
“Okay,” Emory answered softly before getting up to switch off the light. He tossed the rag into the bathroom and came back to bed, not even hesitating to settle his entire body against Julien’s side.
Julien just held him as exhaustion pulled him under.
Chapter Sixteen
Julien
Being at home while his company did this third-party investigation was going to make him crazy. Julien hit the gym, taking his frustration out on his body. He’d run several miles on the treadmill, lifted weights and now he was on his rowing machine, sweat streaming down his face. His muscles were screaming in protest, and he knew he was going to have to stop, but his mind was louder. The fury was louder.
But he forced himself to quit and staggered to one of the mats, collapsing onto his back and breathing hard. Driving riffs pounded through his earbuds as he worked to bring his breathing back under control. He closed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted to the night before and the feel of being inside Emory. The way he’d looked with his head thrown back in ecstasy, all that beautiful hair framing his face.
Julien had never seen anything so alluring in his life. He’d enjoyed sex, always had. Learning he was bisexual just opened up a whole new way of looking at it. Nothing had felt strange about them together. They’d moved seamlessly, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
And now, it didn’t matter that his body was exhausted from the hard workout because just the memory had his dick hardening in his shorts.
The air changed, awareness caressing over his skin, and he opened his eyes.