Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Brian couldn’t stop himself. He pulled Sway onto his lap and he came easily, settling into the position as if he’d been doing it for years. The soft whine and moan Sway released into his throat as he wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck was a comfort. Now it was his touch that soothed Sway. Brian wanted to show he could be useful in the relationship as well. He rubbed his hands up and down Sway’s quivering frame. It’s okay, sweetbaby. I got you.
“The fucked-up part is my brother died, but the guy who’d decided to drive drunk… walked away.” Sway groaned as if the pain was as fresh now as it was then.
Brian wholly understood and all he could do was squeeze him tighter. Life really could be an unfair bitch.
“I really like your bedroom,” Sway said, leaning against the door while Brian put his boots on. Brian’s stomach grumbled so loudly after a couple of hours of talking, it humorously broke up the gloom that had settled over their heads.
Brian stood and pointed to the sitting area by the fireplace. “It was two rooms. I had the wall broken out to make it into one large bedroom.”
“No shit.” Sway moved to the love seat. “Your house is really nice. I mean like super nice.”
Brian’s chest seemed to puff up. It was obvious his house was a source of pride for him.
“Where are we going to eat?”
“Anywhere you want, beautiful. I’m not picky.”
Sway followed Brian through the house, to the foyer. “Anywhere?”
Brian nodded.
Sway gave him a playful smile. “I know this quaint little place in Richmond, Virginia that I’ve been dying to go back to.”
“We better get going then. If we leave now we can eat by eleven tonight.” Brian grabbed him behind his neck and pulled him into that brick hard chest. Brian slanted his mouth over Sway’s and licked his way inside. After all the confessions and admissions, Sway only wanted Brian to use his tongue for pleasure now. Sway hadn’t realized Brian was inching them backwards until his ass hit the wall. He released a grunt into Brian’s mouth and he returned a hissing groan that tasted so naughty it made Sway’s cock leak and press uncomfortably against his zipper. Brian was promising him something delicious and very soon. Sway moved his hips the same way he moved his tongue. With passion and fire.
Sway wanted to climb Brian like a six-foot-three pole and rub himself all over him. After Brian had admitted how upset he’d been when he’d thought Sway wasn’t coming back he’d wanted to reassure him that he wasn’t one of those ignorant punks who Brian had dated in the past, a coward, a runner, but he understood now that there was only one way to do that. He had to show and prove.
Brian’s strong hand gripped him behind his thigh and lifted it until it rested on his hip. He was glad he was still leaning against the wall, because the way he arched at the sensations coursing through him, he would’ve fallen. With his leg cocked up on Brian’s hip, it gave his balls a little more room to breathe and throb. “Brian,” Sway rasped. “God, you feel so good.” He was so damn big and strong. Sway rubbed his abs and chest while Brian kept his controlling hold on Sway’s neck and thigh. Next, he went around his middle, feeling the hard planes of his back, the slightly raised scars, all the way down to his—Sway gasped.
Brian panted heavily against his temple as he ground himself relentlessly against him. At Sway’s shocked gasp he pulled away with a hot, bad boy smirk on his face, knowing exactly what Sway had just run into.
“Jesus, Brian. Is that a gun?” Sway said breathlessly, staring at Brian with a mixture of surprise and uncontrolled lust.
“No. I’m just really happy to see you,” Brian smiled.
Sway liked this teasing, joking side of him. He wondered how many people actually got to see it. He laughed loudly at the classic joke, and let his leg slowly slide down Brian’s thigh until his boot was on the floor. “Do you always carry?”
Brian rubbed his scruff against Sway’s cheek once more, the burn feeling amazing. “Yes. Hard habit to break. But, don’t you worry, it’s no danger to you.”
Sway looked up at Brian… he wanted danger. Wanted his bad boy to take him out of his comfort zone. Where he got the bravado from, he didn’t know, but Sway leaned seductively against the wall and reached forward, gripping Brian’s thick leather belt. He used it to pull Brian to him, watching him come readily. Sway reached up and caressed Brian’s cheek, while he sneakily wrapped the other hand under his shirt and around his back again, wanting another forbidden feel of that hard, cold steel. He ran his fingers over the butt of the gun, watching Brian’s reaction the entire time. He saw him bite his bottom lip as if he was fighting for control.