Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 125248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
But Furi had seen through all of that from the start. With him, Syn could let go. He could surrender and trust that the man behind him would hold him steady through every wave of pleasure.
Furi began to move, slow and deep, each thrust a deliberate promise that he’d have this forever. Syn pushed back to meet him, moaning louder as the pressure built.
Every slide of Furi’s cock inside him lit up nerves he hadn’t known existed before him.
Furi’s hand found his, fingers lacing together against the wall. “I’ve got you, love,” he murmured, voice strained with effort and love. “Always.”
Syn’s answer was a broken sound, half gasp, half moan, as the pace quickened. He felt cherished, adored, and the emotional release was almost as intense as the physical one.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter…until it snapped. He came with Furi’s name on his lips, body clenching around the thick length inside him.
Furi followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling with a low, reverent groan, warmth flooding Syn in pulsing currents.
They stayed like that for a long moment, temples pressed together, breathing the same air.
Furi eased out gently, turning him in his arms and taking his mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. They rinsed off under the cooling spray, hands moving over each other with quiet affection, before stepping out. Like always, Furi wrapped him in a thick towel before he covered himself.
Downstairs, the kitchen was still warm with the scent of dinner.
They ate in their towels at the island, legs brushing under the counter, stealing kisses between bites, and fussing playfully about what they wanted in their new house.
“I want a goat pen in the back so I can bring Vincent Van Goat over for sleepovers.”
Syn laughed into his wine glass. “No-fuckin-way. You can play with that cantankerous bastard at the ranch, that’s it. Our backyard’s gonna have an inflatable movie screen and a hot tub.”
Furi’s brows rose. “I think I can agree to that.”
“Good.”
“If you let me have a pet llama.”
Syn almost shot his wine out his nose.
Furi laughed and pulled him in for a wet, sloppy kiss. “You’re gonna love him. He was born a couple days before we left. He was so cute and fuzzy. I named him Barack O’llama, and the staff thought it was perfect.”
Syn felt the last months of tension melt away.
The next chapter of their lives stretched out ahead of them—together.
…and apparently full of a bunch of weirdly named animals.
God
God pulled his truck to a stop in front of Bull’s house and shut off the engine.
For a second, he just sat there.
Not because he needed to gather himself. He didn’t do sentimental pauses, but he couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d stormed up Bull’s driveway.
He’d come angry, and annoyed, to take Fox away from the man he loved, back to the city for an emergency raid, and to the life he no longer wanted.
This time, he came to correct.
Day leaned across the console. “Are you smiling?”
God cut his eyes toward him. “No.”
“You are.”
God opened his door. “Get out of my truck.”
Day laughed, and that sound alone made the long flight, the legal meetings, the hotel rooms, and the last two brutal weeks worth surviving.
Ruxs and Green climbed down out of the back seat. Hart was parked in front of them, swinging his leg off his Harley,
Behind them, Genesis pulled in with Curtis in their BMW.
Curtis was practically vibrating before the car even stopped.
God watched his little brother reach over and catch Curtis by his cheek and pull him in for a quick kiss before Curtis could launched himself out of the passenger seat like a firework.
Genesis looked happier than God had ever seen him.
He hugged his brother. “How you feeling?”
“Ready.” Gen smiled.
Fox and Bull stood on the porch, talking with Furi, Syn, Michaels, Ro, and Johnson. The sight of them put a real smile on God’s face this time, and he didn’t bother hiding it.
He hadn’t seen his brothers since they’d gotten back from the West Coast two days ago. He and Day had stayed behind with Cassidy, working through contracts, equity numbers, licensing structures, liability coverage, and enough paperwork to make God miss having a personal assistant.
But the partnership with West Protective Solutions was finalized at last.
Fox came off the porch first, grin wide. “Well look at this. Hollywood officials already kicked you motherfuckers out.”
Ruxs opened his arms. “Shut the fuck up and get your country ass down here.”
Green hugged him next, thumping his back hard enough to make Fox grunt.
Ro followed. “Look at these superstars.”
Day let Ro pull him into a hug.
Ro clasped God’s shoulder and pulled him in. “Superstar.”
God hugged him hard. “Go on with that shit. I’ll always bleed Atlanta-red.”
Bull walked over and gave him a strong handshake. “Good to see you, Godfrey.”
“You too.” God tilted his head toward Fox. “I see you’re still slumin’ it with this guy.”