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)
Syn pulled back the quilt and got into bed, raising the other side of the cover in invitation.
Furi’s heart kicked once, before he climbed in beside him. For a second, he stayed on his side of the mattress, not wanting to presume the summons to come there tonight meant more than a mere invitation.
Syn reached over and pulled him against him. Furi went willingly, folding into the heat of Syn’s body, in a long, slow contact that made him release a pleased sigh.
Syn wrapped his arms around him, not as crushing as they’d been on the porch, but just as desperate. He pressed his face to Syn’s throat and tangled his legs with his beneath the soft sheet.
Syn angled his face down, and Furi turned into it. Their bodies aligned from chest to thigh, fitting together perfectly, like always. Syn spread his fingers wide against his spine, his other hand sliding up into his hair.
Furi stayed where he was, letting Syn choose the next inch, decide on the direction. The space between their mouths was so thin it felt cruel. Syn’s breath brushed his lips and Furi parted his mouth, waiting, craving.
It took too damn long, but Syn finally touched his mouth to Furi’s with a pressure that lingered until it ached.
No words were spoken between them, as if they’d both said everything they’d needed to, and it was time for their bodies to do the rest.
Furi opened, and Syn answered with a depth that made him tremble. He brushed his tongue along his bottom lip in a slow, gentle tease.
There was no rush in it.
He rested his palm over Syn’s heart, the other against his cheek.
Syn’s mouth was warm and careful. Stroking his tongue lightly over his, then easing back only to return again, softer and slower.
He moaned into Syn’s mouth as their hips shifted, grinding together in a languid rhythm. It was unhurried, skin sliding over skin, the heat between them building but neither of them rushing to quench the fire.
Furious rolled his hips and almost came undone when Syn responded the same way. Their cocks rubbed together in steady, sensual strokes, the motion more about closeness than completion.
Syn ran his hands along Furi’s arm, then back up to cup his jaw.
Their bodies rocked together in calm, continuous motions, the kisses growing lazy as unwanted exhaustion crept in.
Their movements slowed until they were barely rocking, just holding each other in the quiet dark.
Syn pulled back and gazed at him. A flicker of natural light caught the tired lines around his eyes, and Furi felt another vicious wave of regret.
He exhaled, and the sound came apart at the end. Syn pulled him closer and kissed his forehead.
He closed his eyes, drifted and jerked awake.
He hadn’t slept much since Syn left. And for the first time in weeks, he believed his sanity might survive the night.
Still, he tried to fight it. He didn’t want this to end, because what if morning came and Syn felt different in the daylight?
“Sleep,” Syn whispered.
Furi wanted to say he couldn’t, that he’d forgotten how.
But Syn’s heartbeat was under his cheek, and his hands were in his hair, a combination he couldn’t fight.
So Furi let himself drift.
Syn
Syn woke with Furi gathered to him, warm and bare beneath the quilt, his honey-blond hair spilling across his cheek and shoulder like silk.
He didn’t move at first, breathing in the clean scent of shampoo mixed with sleep-warmed skin and the faint trace of everything they had shared in the dark.
Three and a half weeks shouldn’t’ve felt like a lifetime, but it did.
Before this, he and Furi had never spent more than two nights apart, and even then, there’d been calls, texts, dirty jokes, complaints about food, photos sent from hotel beds, little pieces of each other traded back and forth until they could get home.
This had been different. It’d been real distance.
Now Furi was here, in his arms, heavy with sleep.
Syn tightened his hold. Furi made a small sound and shifted back into him, all heat, long limbs and loose hair.
Syn buried his nose deeper into the strands at the crown of Furi’s head. He closed his eyes at the hurt still in his chest. Though it wasn’t as sharp, perhaps bruised, but healing.
Furi moaned, the sound sleepy and hot, as he rolled in his arms. “Stay in bed with me,” he murmured.
Syn looked down at him.
Mistake.
Furi’s hair spread over the pillow in a gorgeous golden blanket, his eyes half open and dark with that morning heat that had ruined Syn’s discipline more times than he could count.
Syn bent and kissed him once.
Furi wrapped one long leg over his hip.
Syn pulled back before the kiss could turn into something that’d make him burrow back under the covers, and Bull’s father lose respect for him when he didn’t come downstairs until after noon.