Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“If you like, or I can slide one of those pillows under your hips and be able to kiss you while I fuck you.”
“I pick that. Then I want to roll over. Then there are walls and countertops. Fuck, Emory, you are the most beautiful goddamn man I’ve seen in my life.”
The whole time he spoke, he breathed hard between words and those eyes stayed locked on Emory’s face.
“We have all the time in the world for all the sex.” Emory reached for the lube and coated himself then wiped off his hand before grabbing a pillow and sliding it under Julien. He came over the man and stared into his face as he guided himself to Julien’s hole. He pressed slowly, avidly watching Julien for any signs of discomfort. He’d prepped the man well and entered him with ease. Still, he kept going slowly, letting Julien get used to his girth.
Julien’s body gripped him so tightly, he had to close his eyes for a moment but opened them when Julien let out the kind of sound that came from somewhere deep inside him. A sound that told Emory all he needed to know.
“Fuck,” Julien moaned. “So good.”
Emory began to pump his hips, and he knew he was hitting the right spot by the way Julien’s eyes flared open wide, his mouth falling open on another strangled noise. Then Julien started rolling his hips, coming up to meet Emory as his eyes went back.
Nothing in his life had ever been this hot.
He braced his hands on either side of Julien and kept moving his hips, sinking deep into the man below him. And they moved together in a seamless fashion that had his brain scrambling. Had him gritting his teeth to hold back the orgasm that already started to surge. He wanted to draw this out and make it last.
Sweat built between them, making skin slippery, and the air in the room thickened and smelled of sex.
Julien reached down and began to stroke himself in time with their movements, still gasping out moans and even a whimper or two. He was completely undone, and Emory loved being the one to take this normally controlled man completely apart.
Emory felt a surge of emotions, some of them not feeling like his own, sending the level of pleasure sky high. And when Julien suddenly tensed, his hand pausing, his head going back, Emory could only revel in watching his release. He shot all over his stomach and chest, his orgasm beating through Emory so fast and hard, he lost it, too. A torrent of pleasure washed through him as he came. He rode it out, losing the battle to hold himself up, his body draping completely over Julien’s and smearing the cum between them.
Hard arms came around him, whispers of words he couldn’t even decipher floating into his ears. All he could do was ride that torrent of a release that now sent shudders through him.
“Fuck,” Julien breathed, pressing his lips to Emory’s ear. “It’s like I’ve never had sex before.”
“’S good,” Emory grunted.
A soft chuckle moved the chest below him and Julien’s arms tightened.
Emory finally brought his brain back online, and he lifted his head to look at Julien, who stared back at him with wonder still softening his features. There was a bit of cum in his beard, and Emory dipped down to lick it off.
Julien ducked and caught his lips in a kiss. This kiss was lazy and nothing but pure affection. And Emory reveled in a new realization. He’d thought he didn’t want a soulmate. He’d thought that would tie him down and ruin his fun. He’d been so fucking wrong because nothing had ever felt like this. Like he was sharing a deeper part of himself with someone who was sharing right back. This intense connection felt soul deep. Profound. And he knew without a shadow of doubt that he’d been given the greatest gift of his life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Julien
The next morning, while Bain and Alaric were outside, Julien settled in to study the information, including new emails and saved documents. Still, a part of his mind stayed on Emory. This relationship was just too new, too wondrous. Every twinge in his ass as he sat in a chair in the living room of the safe house was just a reminder of how good that sex had been. He’d always enjoyed sex, but this had felt so incredibly different, and he was sure it was because he was actually in love for the first time in his life.
Emory was moving around in the kitchen and Julien wanted to abandon the files, go in there, and just be with him. Inhale his scent and put his hands on that gorgeous body. He wanted to loosen all that streaked blond hair from the bun Emory had it in and thread his fingers through the silken strands. He wanted to breathe his essence into his lungs and hold it there.