Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” Flynn confirmed, clearly confused.
“Ohhhhh,” I said in understanding. “Are you identical?”
“Yeah. West’s about a minute older but we’re identical in every other way.”
I sighed in relief and turned around again. I practically fell back against Flynn so that I once again had my back to his front.
“What?” Flynn asked.
“Nothing,” I murmured. “Just surprised, that’s all.” I definitely did not need Flynn to know about the ugly green monster I’d been carrying inside of me ever since I’d been in his room in the bunkhouse.
He was quiet for several long seconds before he chuckled. “You saw the picture in my room,” he said. “You thought it was me in the picture.”
“What? No, I—”
Flynn skimmed his lips over the shell of my ear. “So all this time, you thought I had a wife and kids out there somewhere. That must’ve been driving you crazy.”
I squirmed in Flynn’s arms, partially to escape him and preserve my dignity, but mostly because the sensation of his lips on my skin was causing goose bumps to grace my skin all while my dick was demanding he not stop touching me.
“Fine, yes,” I growled when Flynn refused to release me.
“I told you I was gay and single,” he responded softly. His lips brushed against my skin with every word he spoke.
“Yeah, well, I can’t tell you how many supposedly gay but very married guys have said that to me right before they fucked—”
Flynn’s mouth covered mine before I could finish the sentence. Strong fingers supported my head as it was tilted back. The angle made it possible for him to deepen the kiss. I was breathless by the time he eased his mouth from mine. “Don’t,” Flynn warned. If he’d said the word in anything other than a possessive tone, I would have been pissed, but the fact that he didn’t want to hear about any other men I’d been with made me shiver. I nodded and was rewarded with another searing kiss that didn’t last long enough.
Despite the kiss being over, Flynn’s palm gripping my inner thigh had me shifting my body in the hope of somehow getting his hand closer to my painfully hard cock which was struggling against the confinement of my pants. When that didn’t work, I dropped my hand over his and unabashedly moved our joined fingers up my thigh.
“Fuck,” Flynn moaned as he took over and moved his hand on his own. Unfortunately, he placed it on my stomach instead of my aching dick. “Hold that thought, baby,” he said. “They’re here.”
I was so turned on that I couldn’t make sense of his words. I didn’t want to hold that thought. “Damn it, touch me,” I demanded.
Instead of covering my dick with his hand, he slid it up my body until it was gently wrapped around my throat. I turned my head just in time for him to slant his mouth over mine. I kissed him hungrily. He was in complete control of me, of my body, and I loved it. I’d always bottomed, so I was used to men sometimes getting rougher than I would have liked, but nothing about Flynn’s grip on my throat scared me. Even with his other arm wrapped tightly enough around my waist to pull me back until his own dick was pressed against my ass, it wasn’t enough.
“I’ll make it worth the wait,” Flynn promised after tearing his mouth from mine. His hold on my body eased bit by bit, bringing me back from the edge slowly. I was panting by the time Flynn removed his hand from my throat. If I’d had more oxygen in my lungs, I would have told him nothing could be worth waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to me. Instead, I had to settle for him still keeping his arm around my waist as he fished through his bag with the other hand. When he produced a pair of binoculars, I suddenly remembered what he’d said just seconds earlier.
They’re here.
They.
Who the fuck was they and what part of their anatomy did I need to rip from their body to get rid of them so Flynn could finish what he’d started?
Chapter Eleven
FLYNN
“Oh my God,” Jules whispered, his eyes glued to the binoculars. “They’re so beautiful.”
Thankfully, that meant he couldn’t see my smile of satisfaction. Moments earlier, he’d been so tense that I was certain he was going to lay into me for both starting and stopping the passionate encounter. I hadn’t planned for things to get out of hand or to even get started when we’d reached the spot I’d picked out for us to sit. Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized my mistake with the seating arrangements until Jules’s slim body had been pressed against mine. I’d managed to remain in control up until Jules had brought up the men who’d fucked him in the past. At that point, I’d snapped. The need to prove to him and myself that he was mine had been too powerful to keep under wraps.