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)
He gripped Royal’s hip and lost all reason as he chased his own pleasure.
He couldn’t think, couldn’t confess, couldn’t control his movements as his dick pulsed harder, and Royal’s body called to him. Seconds later, Stone was spilling inside him.
He released years of pent-up cravings and loneliness into his lover, shedding the man he once was and no longer wanted to be.
“Give me all of you,” Royal pleaded.
After he’d done just that, he fell onto Royal’s back like dead weight, but his lover didn’t seem to mind as he placed lazy kisses across Royal’s toned shoulders.
He drifted asleep to Royal’s whispered promises that he was his and he’d never leave him again.
Royal
Royal woke slowly, not wanting to rush and leave the safety of the moment. There was a heavy but comforting weight on him. Stone’s arm was draped over him, curving over his chest as if it had been made to fit there. He was held tight as if Stone was afraid he’d slip away again.
Royal inched backwards, grazing Stone’s semierect cock with his ass. His chest hair tickled his back and he tried not to chuckle at the light snores behind his ear. The steady rise and fall of Stone’s chest was soothing enough to lure him back to sleep.
When he woke again, Stone was rubbing his beard along his sensitive skin. Stone rumbled and shifted closer, squeezing him tighter. Royal was unsure how that was possible since they were already sealed together head to toe.
Rough fingers caressed his jaw before trailing down his throat. The touch made shivers ripple through him, and Royal couldn’t help but smile. He felt peace, he felt loved. Stone’s arms and his bed felt like home.
He let out a small sigh as Stone whispered a kiss at the nape of his neck before burying his nose in his hair.
“Say it again,” Stone grumbled, his gravelly morning voice making Royal’s cock stand to full attention.
He turned so he could stare into Stone’s beautiful blue eyes before he did. His drowsy gaze met his, and he saw warmth and affection staring back at him. It was so strong it made Royal’s heart ache.
He tucked a long, silver strand of Stone’s hair behind his ear before he palmed his cheek, knowing how much Stone loved the feel of his skin. Stone pressed harder into his hand, then placed a tender kiss there.
“I love you, Bo.” Royal draped his leg over Stone’s hip. “I’ve never been in love before but I know with everything in me, that I’m in love with you.”
Stone rolled on top of him, his weight so impressive he felt overpowered…in the best way.
“This is how I wanna start every day, every morning, just like this.” Stone ground on top of him.
Royal arched, wanting Stone again, wanting what he was asking for.
Forever.
Royal tried not to be distracted by Stone as he sat across the small dining room at the bed and breakfast while Royal met with the town’s officials.
Myra and Jojo were still fawning all over him and plying him with food as if he’d been lost in the wilderness for months and not hiding from life in his cabin for three days. Actually, they’d been fussing over both of them since they’d got there a little before noon.
“Here sweetheart, I brought you a sample of Brissy’s butternut squash soup. It’s been simmering for hours.” Myra beamed, setting yet another bowl in front of Stone.
“Myra. I’m stuffed. I can’t eat another—”
“Big Hank said these are the sweetest squash you’ll ever eat. He brought them to me last week and let me tell ya, those things were as big as his head,” Myra laughed.
Royal hid his grin behind his hand when Stone threw him a pleading glance.
When Stone didn’t lift the spoon, Myra did it for him. “Here you are, open up.”
“Myra, I’m sure it’s delicious but—”
“Open, open, open, you probably didn’t eat the whole time Royal was gone.”
Stone shook his head adamantly. “I ate a little.”
“That’s not enough,” she pestered. “A man your size needs plenty of calories.”
“And you’ve more than made up for that the last two hours.”
“Come on, open those tight lips. This soup’s guaranteed to warm your bones,” she sang, chasing his mouth with the steaming liquid on a spoon.
Stone craned his neck, trying to back away from the spoon being pressed against his bottom lip.
“I’m plenty warm enough, Myra since you damn near got me sitting inside this fireplace.”
“Oh shush, you been up there in those mountains, freezing all alone in that cabin. I know you’re still cold and hungry.”
“I—”
Myra shoved the spoon into Stone’s mouth cutting off any further protest.
“Oppsie, got a little in your beard there.” She chuckled, wiping at the mess she’d made with her towel.
Stone gave her a wry glare and Royal could barely withhold his snort.