Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Royal melted into him and he held Stone’s face as he weaved his smooth fingertips through his beard, and it was all it’d taken to be his undoing.
A rush of warmth flooded his body and grew into a wildfire that slammed into his balls. His hardening dick nudged Royal’s abdomen, unable to stop himself from chasing that rush of release.
Royal moaned into his mouth, and fuck it tasted as sweet as he knew it would.
Stone wanted to back Royal up and slam his body onto the nearest flat surface and spread him wide open. But despite his hunger and the many years he’d gone without, he wouldn’t treat Royal as if he wasn’t worth more than a quick rut.
He stilled his hips, then gripped Royal’s to stop his. The feel of his cock stabbing into his thigh made it almost impossible, but he’d done it.
“Don’t, Stone. Don’t stop.”
Fuuuck me. Stone groaned so long and loud it made his throat sore. He wasn’t used to begging, no man had craved him as much as Royal was doing right then.
“Trust me, I’m not stopping, beautiful,” he growled. “Just pausing.”
Their breaths were ragged, as they rested their foreheads against each other’s, their noses brushing.
Royal framed Stone’s face with his hands, and he couldn’t resist placing a tender kiss in one of his palms. He’d never felt hands that tender in all his life.
“This is all new to me,” Royal confessed, his voice sounding light and full of amazement. “I’m not one to let my feelings get the better of me. I’ve always been about business, and I thought nothing else in life mattered.”
Stone closed his eyes as Royal ran his hands over his scruffy cheeks, igniting erotic sensations that only made his cock scream for him to go back to thrusting.
“But you…” Royal exhaled. “You make me want, Stone.”
Stone grunted as Royal wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a hug so tight it took his breath.
“My nights were always so lonely and cold,” he sighed, sounding exhausted. “I thought I was okay with it. But I’m not.”
“I know,” he agreed hoarsely. “Believe me, I know.”
Royal gave him a chaste, lingering kiss on his lower jaw, and whispered. “No more, okay…no more cold and lonely winter nights, for either of us.”
Royal
He and Stone stood in the doorway of his room, a calming silence hanging between them.
“Today was…really nice,” Royal whispered, his voice shy. He looked down at his hiking boots before glancing back up at Stone’s eyes. “I, uh, I had a good time.”
“I had a good time, too.” Stone rumbled.
Royal took a tentative step forward, instinct pulling him closer, as Stone mirrored his movements, closing the space until he could feel his breath on his forehead.
His stomach thudded with nerves as if they hadn’t done this a half hour ago, but he wanted more.
“Kiss me again,” he pleaded against Stone’s chin, loving how the hairs tickled his lips.
Stone’s rough hum of appreciation vibrated his chest as he cupped his cheek and pulled him up to his mouth.
Royal didn’t think he’d ever get tired of the hot press of Stone’s lips to his, or the dominant hand he kept on the back of his neck while he commanded the kiss.
This kiss was more than a simple joining of their lips, it was a deep, soul-searching connection, a quiet unraveling of everything he thought he knew, as he allowed himself to get lost to the feelings.
Why the fuck did he ever think he could go through life without this? Kissing Stone was an awakening, a revelation, a surrendering.
When it ended, and Stone eased back, Royal could still feel him, could feel the imprint he’d made on his heart.
Royal stroked Stone’s cheek, dragging his blunt nails through his gorgeous beard.
“So the rest of the week is gonna be crazy since my crew will be hauling in the new Christmas trees and helping set up for the festival this weekend.”
“Okay.” Royal nodded.
“Do you wanna maybe come to my cabin on Friday night and have dinner with me?” Stone asked.
He was gazing down on him with such craving, Royal had no doubt what would be happening that night if he said yes.
“Yes, Stone,” he whispered.
After a long, charged moment, Royal began to retreat but Stone didn’t move. He seemed unsure, shifting back and forth while scratching the back of his neck.
Stone
“Stone,” Royal said, his voice warm like the start of a fresh fire. Gentle and calming. “is everything okay?”
Stone shifted. He had to say something, he couldn’t keep standing there like a fool. He wanted to make a request, a rather odd one, but he wanted this. Everything about Royal was so different, he was unlike anything Stone had ever experienced and he wanted it to stay that way.
Stone wanted it all to stay new.
He’d been “Stone” for years, ever since he was a boy. His husband had called him Stone, the town knew him as Stone, he wanted this newness that had drifted into his life so suddenly to call him something else. To call him a name no one ever had.