Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
A ring box.
He gasped as he traced his fingertips over a smooth band of metal.
Gage’s head swam so hard he thought he might pass out.
Scar moved off the couch, and the next thing he felt was Scar lowering himself to the floor between his legs—on one knee.
Scar cupped his face, and Gage trembled harder as calloused thumbs grazed along his jaw.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” Scar said, low and reverent. “Gage, I want to go to sleep and wake up to your face for the rest of my life.”
Tears rolled down his cheeks, a sob hitching in his throat.
Scar grip his hand tighter. “And I know you’re too good for me. But I swear on my life that I’ll spend every day trying to be good enough. I’ll love you harder than you ever thought possible. I’ll fight for you and beside you, protect you, guide you, cherish you for the rest of my fuckin’ life, if you promise to be mine.”
Oh my gosh!
“Marry me, Gage…please.” Scar sounded fractured, splayed open, vulnerable only for him.
Gage didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, hands finding Scar’s face.
“Yes,” he sighed. “Yes. Yes.”
He said it over and over, kissing Scar with every emotion overtaking him.
He didn’t know how marriage would be possible, didn’t know what paperwork, permissions or battles it would take. But he trusted Scar.
If Scar said they were getting married, then somehow, someway, they were getting married.
White Ravens
Scar
The steam from the high-tech shower enveloped Scar like a living veil.
He held Gage close, his heart still pounding from his proposal.
How had he—a man from the slums of South Side Chicago, who’d charged through life like a battering ram—found himself here, in luxury, fighting for what was right, beside the man he loved, and who loved him back?
Scar lathered the soap over Gage’s shoulders, across the tight definition of his chest, tracing the hard planes and deep valleys between his pecs, showing Gage how much he appreciated what his hard work had done to his body.
Every touch was a silent vow of worship for the man who’d trusted him with his heart—and soon, his body.
Gage reciprocated, gliding his palms up and down his back, with his head resting on his shoulder.
He brushed his knuckles along Gage’s jaw, to his chin, guiding his face upwards. His eyes were closed as he pressed his lips to his. It was chaste and gentle before it began to deepen and grow.
Gage’s moans vibrated against his skin as their hard cocks nudged against each other’s thighs, slick with soap, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through Scar’s core.
Gage arched into him, seeking more.
He loved how responsive he was, and how he could make his body shudder with the slightest touch.
He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over Gage’s nipples until they pebbled, hard and oversensitive.
Gage trembled in his arms, his eyes hooded with raw desire, his dark lashes spiky from the water.
He looked beautiful.
He couldn’t look away from him, mesmerized by every expression. The way Gage’s brows furrowed, his full lips parting on a gasp, the flush creeping up his neck.
The power to elicit such craving in him was intoxicating.
He slid his hand lower, cupping the curve of Gage’s ass cheek, kneading the muscle before he traced a soapy finger along the cleft.
Gage moaned louder.
He paused at the tight, untouched entrance, circling it lightly, the slickness easing the glide.
The realness hit Scar like a thunderbolt to his chest.
No one’s ever had this or touched him here but me.
All this time, Gage has been waiting for someone worthy.
And he chose me. Me.
A swell of pride washed over him, making him feel monumental. Gage agreeing to marry him had erased any lingering doubts he’d had about himself being damaged goods or destined for hell.
Gage pressed back against his finger. “Yes, please,” he begged, in a ragged whisper, laced with desperation.
Gage wrapped his hand around Scar’s throbbing cock. His grip was firm yet hesitant as he stroked him from base to tip with careful touches that damn near made his knees buckle.
He grunted, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. Pleasure coiled in his gut as Gage’s virgin touch ignited a fire that almost demolished his restraint.
He captured Gage’s mouth again, kissing him with all the love words couldn’t describe.
Gage whimpered into the kiss, canting his hips forward.
“I want you inside me. I want it to be you.” Gage’s voice cracked with longing as he squeezed his fingers around his shaft.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Scar gritted.
Gage was making this difficult as hell. Scar’s body was pulsing with love and iron will.
As much as he ached to claim Gage, he wanted their first time to be perfect and in line with Gage’s faith.
“I won’t go into you tonight,” he whispered against Gage’s lips.
Gage pulled back slightly, “But—”
Scar caressed the sharp line of Gage’s jaw, willing him to feel the weight of his vow.