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)
The seriousness of what they’d just walked away from—barely—weighed heavily on his shoulders until he felt they’d dislocate.
We should be dead. He didn’t know how the hell they weren’t.
Wes flicked on the overhead bulbs, illuminating the workbench that glowed like a monument of the last few days.
He scowled at the half-assembled prototypes, the half-full fog canisters, flame packs that might never make it back onto a Hollywood set. The blueprints taped to the walls. A future they wouldn’t have if they stayed on this path.
Law stood with his arms limp at his sides, staring blankly around the room
Wes was pacing. He always did that to burn off adrenaline. But Law didn’t move. He couldn’t.
He could still hear the bullet that whizzed past Wes’s ear, the one that would’ve split his skull if he’d been three inches to the left.
The terrifying sound Wes made and the raw panic that’d transformed his beautiful face would haunt him forever.
Wes could be in a body bag in the morgue right now, because of his out of control ego.
“I really fucked up this time…” Law’s voice cracked.
Wes stopped midstride. “What?”
He shook his head, staring down at his dusty boots.
“Us back in this godforsaken city. This fuckin’ task force. Forrest probably could’ve gotten you a gig in LA by now if I’d stayed out of your life. You’d have options. But I begged you to stay…desperate to keep you like always. And now my selfishness almost got you killed.”
Wes tried to approach, but Law backed away, chest heaving.
“Don’t try to tell me what just happened wasn’t my fault.” His voice hitched as the pressure inside his chest burst like a corroded pipe.
Law swiped the soldering tray off the table with both arms, knocking it into the wall where it clattered into a dozen pieces.
He kicked the chair and sent a stack of flashbang capsules crashing to the floor, then slammed his fists repeatedly into the metal locker until the door caved.
“Every time!” he bellowed, tears falling hot and unstoppable down his cheeks. “Every time I think you’re gonna leave me for good, I do something stupid to pull you back in! Those fuckers tried to kill you!”
Wes slammed into him from behind, arms like a vise around his chest, pulling him back down to Earth.
“Stop, dammit,” Wes rasped against his neck, breath jagged and warm. “I’m right here. I’m alive. We’re alive.”
Law struggled, gasping for air as Wes shoved him down hard onto the old couch. Wes climbed on top, straddling him as he grabbed his face with both hands.
“Look at me,” he bit out, their noses almost touching. “Look at me, Law. Calm down.”
Law’s breaths began to slowly sync with Wes’s, rough and stuttered. Their foreheads pressed together, hot with sweat and marred with frowns.
“I thought I was gonna lose you,” he whispered, his heart breaking open.
“I’m right here.” Wes sighed. “I’m okay.”
Law stared into Wes’s bloodshot eyes, his body humming with anxious energy, before he grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his mouth over his.
It wasn’t gentle. It was starved and fueled by fear. He licked inside as if trying to savor the taste of his soul.
Wes groaned against his mouth, as he took the assault.
He grabbed the hem of Wes’s shirt and yanked it over his head. His appetite became frantic as he clawed their clothes off as if they were on fire.
Wes bent down, kissing him again, slower now, and Law poured everything he felt into Wes’s mouth. He held him tight around his waist and sealed his body to his, needing his bare skin on him.
He continued to heave as Wes touched, mapped, and loved everywhere on him he could reach.
When they paused for a brief gasp of air, he cupped the sides of Wes’s face and stared up at him. “I love you,” he confessed, his voice raw and pained.
The declaration was torn from him like a scream locked behind his teeth for too long. His chest felt as though it might split apart from the pressure of the guilt. From the overwhelming fear of losing Wes tonight—of almost watching his entire world vanish.
Wes’s eyes glistened as he answered with his body, rolling his hips, grinding his pelvis into his.
Law moaned, arching his back off the cushions as the sensations became too much.
He kissed along Wes’s jaw, down his throat, across his collarbone, murmuring repeatedly, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” with every thrust, every desperate push of their hips, until it became an erotic dance.
He didn’t want to rush. He needed this to mean something. Each touch was reverent. Every motion dragged out.
Law dug into Wes’s back, kissed him like he’d never kiss anyone else again.
Their rhythm built slowly, bodies locked together, sweat, tears, and whispers washing between them.
They moved as one on the battered couch. Law didn’t care that the springs poked into his back.