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)
Shane’s arms circled his waist. He pushed Van’s hand away before wrapping his own around Van’s cock. He fucked hard, squeezing tight as he stroked.
“My nuts are aching. So damn ready to let loose.” Shane sped his movements, his body slapping against Van’s.
“Fuck. Me too,” Van replied, his balls drawing up tight. And when Shane’s teeth bit down into Van’s neck, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. The low rumble exploded into a full-fledged riot setting off inside him. Shane stroked him, the first spurt shooting out of him and hitting the wall, some running down Shane’s fingers as he kept jerking, kept fucking. It hit him again when Shane rammed into his prostate just right. “Oh fuck,” he called out as he shot again.
It was like the orgasm sucked everything out of him and he went limp, held up by Shane’s arms as he thrust again and again before shouting, “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
His dick grew inside Van, filled him more, as Shane rode out his orgasm, with long, slow thrusts.
“Jesus, we’re good together,” Van said between heavy breaths.
It took a moment before Shane replied, “Yeah, we are.”
*
Shane ran his hand over the top of the water in his hot tub. Van sat beside him, leaning back with his eyes closed.
After they’d come down from their orgasm earlier, they’d gone out there to relax and they’d been there ever since.
Van didn’t seem to have much on his mind as he rested with jets beating against his back, but Shane did. He couldn’t stop watching Van, thinking about him. And he was worried as fuck.
Worried because he was really starting to like another man. Which had never been an issue with him before.
Van was…different. Shane felt different with Van.
“I think I could get used to this,” Van said pulling Shane from his thoughts.
“Used to what?” he asked.
“The quiet. The peace. I didn’t see it when I was growing up. Probably because inside I was always such a fucking mess that I never truly knew peace. I always knew Last Chance was beautiful, but I resented it. I don’t resent that beauty anymore. Why carry that shit with me, ya know?”
Shane looked around. He could see where the trees lined the back of his property, but only because it was darker there, more shadowed. Night had fallen hours before. Crickets sang, the wind blew, the only lights were the ones on his deck. “I really do love it.”
Van opened his eyes and rolled his head to the side so he looked at Shane. “I know you do. That’s real special, Shane. To hold onto that love of a place.”
He shrugged because he wasn’t sure how special it was. “Maybe you’ll come back to visit more often?” He cocked a brow. He’d always wondered about that—why Caleb never tried to get a hold of him after his parents took him away, but he guessed the world went by so fast everywhere but Last Chance, that it was easy to forget. Van had done it. Would he do it again?
“Maybe I’ll have a reason to.” Van winked and then turned his head again. He didn’t close his eyes, just looked up at the stars. “I really hoped for a relationship with her. It’s crazy. I don’t know what I was thinking…why I would want that, but I do.”
“It’s not crazy. It’s human.” Shane reached over and fingered one of Van’s curls.
“It’s human to want the love of someone who let you get hurt?”
“I don’t know…maybe? I’m not good at this, Van, but I think it’s normal to want to find a reason for things. To need an excuse for why they happened. To want to believe the best in people—at least it’s that way for me. She’s your mother.”
“You’re very good at this…and Jesus, you have a big fucking heart.”
Shane put his arm around Van, and he rested his head on Shane’s shoulder. “It’s like she doesn’t see it. She just says he wasn’t perfect. He made mistakes but it was because he wanted what was best for me. He’d grown up the same way, yada fucking yada. That’s all I can get out of her. Then she shuts down, tells me it’s in the past and then proceeds to try and make me feel like shit about my life.”
“You have nothing to feel like shit about.”
“I know. Just trying to make sense of the reason she called me here. For money or the bank? She had to know I wouldn’t want it. Because of that fucking letter? What’s the point? He’s gone. She won’t let me help her look for a new place. She told me she’s not sure if she can accept me for who I am.”
Which pissed Shane the fuck off. How could anyone not accept Van?
“You deserve better than that.” He deserved everything. “I’m sorry. I wish I knew what to say. I wish I could make her see what I see when I look at you. It’s hard loving someone who’s hurt you. I get it.” Because Shane felt like that sometimes, only his was twisted with guilt because his mom had never tried to hurt him. She couldn’t help it. Pain didn’t always understand intent though.