Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He glanced at Van and Van rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. Keep going, Shane.”
Shane sighed, but he did. He saw himself lying there, his hand on his hip, his cock, his head in different positions. His body, too, and the more he looked, the more he saw. Fuck, he didn’t know. Something else. Not something that made him want to laugh but…something that just made him feel. He wasn’t the same Shane in those images. He wasn’t the kid who’d been teased or the guy with the mom who always needed him. He wasn’t the town mechanic that everyone liked because he was always there for them. He sure as shit wasn’t the guy who had to drive an hour to Portland every time he wanted to fuck.
“You see it, don’t you?” Van asked softly from beside him but Shane couldn’t find it in him to reply.
He flipped through image after image. Saw his hard cock spring up from his pubes and his eyes looking hazy and sexy. Shane held his finger on the mouse, flicked again and again—touching himself, jerking off—and then there he was, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. Come on his chest.
“Christ,” fell softly from his lips.
“This is my favorite too,” Van told him. “It’s…I don’t know. It’s you. This is what I see when I look at you, Shane.”
And he wanted that. Shane really fucking wanted it.
He turned to Van, held the other man’s face in his hands and leaned in. The kiss was slow, easy. Their tongues moved together, and they ate each other’s moans. Shane tried to say thank you with it, because whether Van got it or not, he gave Shane something with this.
“Do I get some of that pretty dick of yours?” Van asked when Shane let his mouth slide down Van’s neck. “You gotta know I jerked off thinking about those images.”
Shane nearly lost his damn mind at that. Van’s hand rode up his leg and stopped when it reached the bulge in Shane’s jeans. He bucked his hips, pushing his prick into Van’s palm. “Wish I could have seen that.”
“I’ll do it for you later. After we fuck. I really want you again.”
Shane really wanted Van, too.
He stood, and when Van did the same, Shane flicked open the button on the other man’s jeans. “I’m so goddamn greedy for you.” He pulled the zipper down next, shoved his hand down the back of Van’s jeans, and palmed his bare ass.
Van pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Shane leaned in, licked his hardened nipples—one, then the other before lifting Van from under his ass. Van’s legs went around his waist as Shane moved toward his room, determined to show Van just how much he wanted him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
They kissed their way down the hall. When Shane rounded the corner into his bedroom, he tripped, stumbled, and then they were laughing and kissing before Shane put him on his feet.
“That could have been bad,” Shane said between kisses.
“Never had a doubt.” Van’s fingers wouldn’t work fast enough as he opened Shane’s jeans. Shane rubbed his face against Van’s, the soft scrape of his dark stubble made Van’s dick leak in his jeans.
Shane turned him inside out. Made him ravenous and the thing was, he didn’t really think Shane saw it. Yeah he knew he was attractive because how could he look in the mirror and not? But Jesus, he didn’t see how addictive he was. How much he had going for him.
Shane jerked his shirt over his head just as Van got his pants open. They were ripping at their own jeans and stepping out of them, and then Van stumbled again as Shane’s mouth came down hard on his own.
Van’s back hit the wall, sending a jolt of pleasure though him.
“Oh, you like that do you?” Shane asked. “I felt you tremble.”
“Fuck yes.”
Shane grabbed Van’s hips at that, squeezing hard enough that Van would have marks there. He dropped his head back against the wall, ground his teeth as Shane rasped his tongue over Van’s left nipple.
Shane’s hands roamed up his sides and lifted Van’s arms until they were above Van’s head. Shane held them there with one hand, leaned in and nuzzled Van’s neck, then armpit, which really fucking got him—doing it and having it done to him.
Shane licked at him, making a moan rip out of the back of Van’s throat. “Fuck yes. Jesus, I love that.” It was so…masculine. He loved the rawness of it. The primal fucking hunger in it.
Van spit in his hand and wrapped it around Shane’s dick. He rubbed his thumb in the pre-come at the tip and Shane’s tongue worked its way over his collarbone and back up his neck.
“You taste good,” Shane said against his skin.