Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Merrick isn’t one to be the aggressor. He rarely plays the part of dominant in our relationship, but when I see the look in his eye, I can tell I’d be wise to follow his lead.
“All right,” I cave, rising beside him. “We’ll go home and figure out what our next steps are once Braken returns.”
Chapter 6
Soren
I unbutton my coat and let it fall to the floor. “Braken owes us for that one,” I say as I enter our apartment, rubbing the cold from my hands.
Although the interior is luxurious in design and furnishings, it is a far cry from the mansion Locke owns and lives in, or the yacht and mansion Braken calls home. But it is ours, and it is enough. The high ceilings and expansive windows make the space feel even more grand, and at times too big for me. Merrick would have liked a more spacious place, but I’m not ready. I still need the sense of a bachelor pad. I don’t want to play house with the white picket fence and the dog running laps in the yard. That I live with anyone at forty years old is surprising to me. If you would have asked the twenty-year-old, or even the thirty-year-old me, the idea of playing house with another man would have been laughable.
“He asked because he knows you’ll say yes,” Merrick states as he turns on the gas fireplace and looks straight into my eyes. “We both know that.”
“You sound jealous,” I tease as I stand next to him near the fire.
“Not jealous. Cold.”
“Then let me warm you up.” I give him a wickedly playful grin.
I move closer to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. The fire flickers and heats behind us as I trail soft kisses down his chest. Merrick sucks in a sharp breath as my hands find the button of his jeans. He isn’t cold anymore.
“I’m not jealous,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “I just know that when Braken calls, you come running.”
“And you don’t?” I smile, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
“Maybe…” Merrick’s voice trails off as I lean in to capture his lips with mine. Our kiss is slow and deep, a familiar dance that we have perfected over the past few months.
We haven’t lived together for long. Before, we kept our sexual encounters to The Vault, and kissing never played a part. But as of late… I fucking love the change.
The taste of his lips is intoxicating, a heady mix of whiskey and something dark and untamed. I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him closer, letting his body heat flow through me.
“But I don’t fuck Braken,” I say between the kisses. “I fuck you.”
Merrick’s eyes sparkle with a mix of desire and amusement as he pulls away slightly, his lips brushing mine. “Damn right, you do.” He lowers his hand to my cock and takes hold. “You want this inside me?”
My breath catches as I nod, unable to form words.
Merrick’s smirk deepens, a knowing expression. He leans in to whisper in my ear, his hot breath against every sensitive nerve ending. “Then prove it to me.”
I grip his waist tighter, feeling the muscles beneath my hands flexing as I hold him close. “Get naked,” I command, my voice hoarse with need.
Merrick steps back, his eyes never leaving mine. He reaches for his belt, unsnapping it and pulling it loose before letting it fall to the floor. He drops his hand to the waistband of his pants, working the button and zipper with practiced ease. As the fabric parts, I glimpse his lean hips and the bulge that strains against the fabric of his briefs.
I swallow hard, my mouth dry with anticipation. “Show me,” I urge, my need to dominate growing with every second.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Merrick pushes his pants down to reveal his erection, thick, jutting out from a nest of curly dark hair. My gaze is drawn to it, and hunger swells.
A fire burns in my veins, and I lunge forward, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of salty and sweet that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I swallow, feeling him throb in my mouth, and can tell by the way his knees nearly buckle that I am having the desired effect.
Determined to show him just how much I want him, I increase my pace, using my tongue to tease and tempt him. Merrick’s breaths come faster and harder until I stop and stand.
“Now hand me your belt,” I command, “and bend over the couch.”
Merrick’s eyes widen at the request, but he knows he is at my mercy. He fumbles with his pants before finally freeing the belt and handing it to me. He does as I instruct, bending over the edge of the couch, presenting himself to me in a way that sends a surge of heat straight to my cock.