Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Matching ones.”
“What?” I ask, not sure that I’ve heard him right.
“I want Property of Oskar Voyjik on yours. I want to see that virgin skin fucked up with my name.”
I shudder, hands closing over his ribs as I press a kiss between his shoulder blades. There’s every chance he’s going to be my undoing, but if that’s the case, I gladly sacrifice my sanity to him. “It would be fitting,” I tell him. “You’ve already fucked up my heart.”
“Lane …” He rolls over, pulling me down against him and kissing me again. Then he lets out a long whine when his hips make contact with my pants. “How do you still have clothes on? New rule. No clothes in my bed. Ever. Actually, let’s go back to my original rule. This house will be a clothes-free zone, always.”
“And when we have guests?”
“They’ll be jealous as hell when they see the D I get to come home to every day.”
I turn my smile into his hair. “I think you mean man you get to come home to.”
“I said what I said. Now”—he flips me onto my back—“time to put the rule into effect.” He wrestles down my pants and briefs while I lie back and watch him. His muscles bunch under his tattoos, his fuck-me hair falls over his forehead, and his grin when he sits back on his heels and runs his eyes over me is completely filthy. The whole image makes my heart stutter.
“I bet I can fuck you before you fuck me,” he says.
“Wha—”
Oskar lunges for his nightstand, but I grab him around the waist and haul him back, wrestling him onto the bed. It takes real effort to keep him pinned.
“What happened to me showing you how much I care about you?”
He leans up to peck the tip of my nose. “You are. If you really, really care about me, you’ll get your dick inside of me first.”
Oh, it’s on.
I have a split second to decide whether to play along before Oskar bucks me off and goes for the drawer again. I throw my weight on him, holding him down while I try to reach the supplies, but Oskar knocks me off him. He scrambles forward, I pull him back, and I swear to fucking hell I’m holding back a goddamn laugh.
I make it to the side of the bed and reach for the handle, but before I can take hold, Oskar drops onto my shoulders and forces the breath from my lungs.
“Little shit—”
He cackles as he jumps off the bed and yanks the drawer open, pulling out the supplies, but I stand and reach the lube first.
Oskar swipes for me, but I back away and cross the room.
We’re both panting as we straighten, him with the condoms and me with the lube, out of each other’s reach.
Oskar’s eyes flick to the bottle and back to me again. “Sharing’s caring.”
“What do you propose?”
“We take what we need and then trade.”
My eyes narrow. “You just want me to get myself ready so you can win.”
He shrugs. “I’m going to win anyway, so if you want me to go in dry, you do you.”
The thought of him entering me makes my cock twitch. “How much will your hockey ego be bruised when you lose?”
He tears open a condom packet. “See, that’s the thing about playing with me—there is no losing.”
And hasn’t he got that right? “Fine.” I make quick work of lubing up and shoving two fingers in. I get myself stretched enough that nothing is going to tear while he rolls a condom on, but that’s about as easy as I’m going to make it. We inch forward to make the trade, and as my grasp closes over the condom packets, I yank them away and toss the lube to the other side of the room.
Oskar swears and darts after it as I hurry to get my own condom on, and then I watch as he snaps open the lube and presses his fingers to his hole.
My cock is throbbing as I approach him, stare dragging over that gorgeous fucking body. “You have until the count of three,” I warn.
“Shit.”
“One …” I stalk closer. “Two …” I step behind him, sheathed cock resting against his ass cheek—
“Three!” Oskar shoves me into the wall, trying to pin me and turn me at the same time. Neither of us holds back as we wrestle against each other, and somehow, I manage to get him over to the bed. His back hits the mattress first, but he rolls out of the way before I can climb on him, and then it’s an all-out showdown.
His nails dig into my back, and I respond with a warning bite of my own. I get a knee to the kidney and an elbow to the eye, and other than being careful of his face, I’m just as rough with him. Between scratches and pulled hair, body jabs and twisted nipples, somehow, I find Oskar under me on the bed. My full weight is pressed into his shoulders, and I don’t hesitate.