Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Wes arched and moaned, clenching his stomach muscles at the familiar, delicious ache.
“You always look so sexy when I do this,” Law whispered, his gaze fixed on Wes’s face.
Less than two minutes later…
“Come on, Law…I’m ready.”
Of course Law didn’t stop pegging his spot until his dick was so hard he thought he’d lose his damn mind.
“Law!” he yelled as his orgasm crested.
Law climbed up his body, kissing him, touching their foreheads together as he slicked himself good and slid inside, inch by inch.
Wes gasped, the stretch grounding and powerful.
“You okay?” Law asked, voice breaking.
“Yeah.” Wes gripped Law’s hips. “More.”
Law moved slowly at first, thrusting deep and holding himself there as if relishing being back home.
He wrapped his legs around Law’s waist and dug his heels into the back of his thighs.
Law began a steady pace, every stroke heavy with an emotion too strong for words. He dragged his nails across the grim reaper, crying out when Law hit something intense and electrifying. He bit down on Law’s shoulder in a futile attempt to stifle his shouts.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he pled.
“Wes,” Law gritted, thrusting harder. “I’m so fuckin’ in love with you it hurts.”
“Show me, show me how much it hurts.”
Law growled and changed the pace, faster, deeper, the couch bucking across the cement floor.
He met every thrust, moaning into Law’s mouth, pulling on the man who’d stolen his heart so many years ago. Who’d wrecked him and built him back up over and over.
He came with a guttural cry, Law’s name caught on his tongue as his whole body tightened and broke apart.
Law followed a few seconds later, burying himself with a final thrust and letting out a groan that sounded like surrender and relief.
They collapsed together, bodies tangled, breathless and exhausted.
He traced lazy circles down Law’s spine as the aftershocks continued to roll through them, their shallow breathing the only sound in the darkness.
“Stay with me tonight.”
“I had no intentions of leaving.” Law kissed him softly. “Ever.”
Wes closed his eyes. Despite how much he fought it and how insistently he lied to himself…he did want forever with Law.
Dammit.
Ruxs and Green were fucking right.
Wesley (Wes) Drake
The viewing room was too dark and smelled faintly of metal from all the equipment.
Wes slouched in the third row, arms crossed, ass sore.
He tried not to squirm as Syn—stoic and focused—clicked from one slide to the next.
Law sat beside him, closer than he should be, yawning every few minutes.
“Am I boring you?” Syn asked without looking up from the notes he was reading.
“Um, no.” Law sat up. “I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Wes blinked, not believing Law said that.
“I was working late on some new devices for—"
Syn waved him off and went back to his lesson.
“Sneak-and-peek warrants are about precision, stealth, observation with little to no contact or interference…unless it takes a turn.”
He pointed to a zone on the blueprint. “Your job is simple, fellas. Distract then disappear. No heroics or cowboy shit you pull when we were in the training fields.”
He and Law nodded. Wes had no argument with that.
“You got about six minutes to do your thing. Free will be tracking you the entire time through your shoulder cams and bio-patch sensors. We’re not gonna let anything happen to you.”
Syn took his binder and headed toward the door.
“Good, we’re done.” Law got up, but Syn pointed back at the chair.
“You two will watch the last four operation tapes yourselves. Pay attention. This is how shit goes down with us.”
Wes didn’t let out his groan, but it’d been four and a half hours already, he was bored and uncomfortable in the hard plastic chair.
After Syn left, Wes dropped back in the chair, feet spread, trying to focus on the grainy footage.
The guys were in heavy gear, helmets, and googles, and Wes couldn’t tell who was who.
A low, gritty voice sounded through the speakers.
“Team Bravo, breach in three…two…”
Then he felt it. Law dragging his hand along the inside of his thigh beneath the small table.
Wes tensed and glanced around, but they were alone.
Law kept his eyes on the screen as he continued toward his cock, slow and maddening.
“Stop it, Law,” he grunted.
“You didn’t say stop last night.”
Wes rolled his eyes, a slight grin curving his lips. “I was seduced.”
“You liked it,” Law whispered.
“I fuckin’ loved it.”
Law hummed, cupping Wes’s cock and squeezing until he hissed.
“I know you did by the way you yelled my name.”
Wes’s pulse hammered. He swallowed hard and turned back to the footage as Law’s massage grew more intense.
“You want me again, don’t you?” Law chuckled. “You’re hard as a brick.”
“Fuck you.”
Wes felt as if he was burning alive. He gritted his teeth while Law stroked slow patterns over his aching length.
“You want me to stop?” Law whispered, showing him that cocky smile, his voice all smoke and sex. “Or do you want me to unzip your pants and blow your brains out again?”