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)
For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why they hadn’t upgraded this bed by now.
Wes was still snoring, and Law’s chest squeezed with an ache that was part joy, part relief.
He lifted his head and just…watched him.
Wes’s face was relaxed, his lips parted, dirty-blond scruff catching the minimal glow from the streetlight that spilled through the blinds.
He leaned forward and brushed his own beard against Wes’s soft bristles, loving the rasp.
Wes stirred with a faint groan, his arms tightening reflexively around Law’s waist as he burrowed closer, voice thick and gravelly from sleep.
“Mmmm…stop lookin’ at me like that.”
He chuckled when Wes’s hands drifted lower and cupped his bare ass.
“Is it really nighttime?” Law murmured, shifting just enough to feel the length of his own hardness pressing between them. “We slept all day?”
“I think we’re stuck together,” Wes slurred, rolling his hips.
“That’s fine with me.”
He was grinding his cock against Wes’s, but before he could fully lose himself in the moment, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He let out an annoyed sigh. “Goddamn it…”
Wes gripped him tighter. “Ignore it.”
Law reached for the phone, squinting at the screen. His stomach dropped when he saw the name.
Forest.
He hesitated for a heartbeat, thumb hovering. He almost wanted to send it to voicemail. But he wasn’t that selfish prick anymore, the one who’d always interfered in Wes’s life and held him back.
“Yeah?” he answered.
Forest began screaming in his ear like a madman.
“Why the fuck aren’t either of you answering your damn phones?”
Law scrubbed his hand down his face.
“Forest, we had a long night. Wes is right here—”
“I don’t care if y’all haven’t slept in a week!” Forest shouted, the octave piercing Law’s eardrum. “Get your asses back here. My phone’s been blowing the hell up for hours. Producers. Studios. Directors. Christ, Law, I got fuckin’ Jaxon Maddox’s assistant leaving message after message. Everybody wants you…both of you!”
Law blinked, trying to process the words through a fog of sex and exhaustion.
“What…? Wait. Slow down, Forest…and for fuck’s sake, stop yelling.”
“The press conference in Atlanta has gone viral over here. That task force titan with the long hair made you two sound like goddamn national heroes,” Forest barked. “Now everyone thinks you’re this new ultra-disciplined SWAT-trained dynamic duo.”
Law chuckled.
“I’m not bullshittin’! They want both of you. Together. And they’re throwing out figures that would make you fall the fuck over.”
He jackknifed upright so fast he kneed Wes in the balls.
“Geez, fuck—” Wes clutched himself. “What the hell, Law!”
Law ignored him, heart racing as he stared at the dozens of notifications on his phone.
He had fourteen missed calls and texts from his old agent—the one who’d cut him of and hadn’t done a damn thing for him after he’d been blocklisted—and a pile of unfamiliar numbers with LA area codes.
Wes pushed himself upright, still grimacing. “What’s going on?”
Law was breathless. “Forest is getting calls…says his phone has been blowing up since the press conference.”
“Law, you gotta get with your agent and figure your shit out,” Forest said, “Everyone’s asking for meetings and offers. I’m coordinating Wes’s—”
“I don’t want my old agent,” Law interrupted. “I want you, Forest. I want you to represent me.”
There was such a long moment of silence he thought the call dropped. Then Forest whooped so loud that Law had to jerk the phone away from his ear.
“Shit yeah! I’ll sign you, Law! I’ll draw up contracts and have the lawyers meet with you when you get here. I’ll work all night on it. You hear me?”
Law smiled. “Yeah, I hear you, Forest.”
“Lizzie, my new secretary, is gonna charter you a private plane out of Atlanta. You’re back, motherfuckers!”
When Forest hung up, Law stared dazedly at the ceiling.
He set his phone back on the nightstand and glanced toward Wes, who was still wiping sleep from his eyes, his hair sticking up in several directions.
Law grinned. “The whole fuckin’ world wants us.”
He lunged forward, tackling Wes so hard they rolled off the edge of the bed and hit the floor with a thud, laughing and kissing until they were both gasping for air.
A light rap sounded at the door.
“Wesley, are y’all filming wrestling porn in there?” Miss Drake asked with all seriousness. “I’ve watched a couple of those where the guys get all oiled up and try to make the other submit. And whichever one taps out first has to—”
“Mom, what the hell?” Wes yelled. “We’re not wrestling. We’re celebrating.”
“That’s an interesting euphemism for sex.” She laughed. “Well, can you celebrate a little quieter? I have a shift in a few hours.”
“Okay, Mom.”
“Law, I made loaded baked potato soup, honey. It’s in the crockpot.”
“Thanks, Miss Drake.”
Law buried his face in Wes’s shoulder as her light footsteps got farther away.
“Damn, I love your mom.”
Wes kissed him, long and slow, before he whispered. “She loves you too…and so do I.”