Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Patrick suddenly moved a couple of steps away from Geoffrey, releasing his hand. A second later, a larger hand wrapped around the back of his neck, squeezing and massaging tense muscles. He softly sighed and his entire body relaxed. He knew without looking that Sven had returned. His body just knew the Norwegian man, felt safe in his presence.
“Everything good?” he asked, putting a glass down in front of Geoffrey.
“Yep!” He grabbed the drink and downed half of it. It was supposed to be a vodka and cranberry, but he swore there was only cranberry juice in it. He was going to have words with the bodyguard when they got home.
Sven leaned down, lowering his voice so that only Geoffrey heard him. “We’re leaving in fifteen.”
At the same time, the DJ started up “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran. He fucking loved the song and it was a good song to move to. He dropped his head back on Sven’s hand and smiled at the big man. “Then I’m dancing and you’re joining me.”
Chapter 8
Sven froze for a moment as he watched Geoffrey slip out of his grip and dance toward the undulating crowd. He was supposed to stick right next to Geoffrey whenever he could, leaving his friends to back him up when Geoffrey needed a moment alone with a friend. But the dance floor. He’d have to be out there in the middle of the dance floor with Geoffrey if he was going to protect him.
Geoffrey moved in a sinuous, boneless fashion to the throbbing beat of the music. He was sex and temptation. Sven blinked and Geoffrey beckoned him closer with one finger. His mouth went dry. God, what was he doing with Geoffrey? And yet his feet moved, taking one step after another, while his mind still warred with his sense of self-preservation. He bumped and rubbed against numerous people, earning several looks while Geoffrey poured through slender openings as if he were made of water. He grabbed Sven’s hand, pulling him along. Sven’s fingers tightened around Geoffrey’s, not to stop him but to cling to him. This wasn’t his thing. He didn’t dance. Never danced. But holding on to Geoffrey made everything okay.
In the center of the floor, Geoffrey finally turned back to Sven and pulled him close, hands gripping his waist tight as he slithered closer. His hands drifted higher, sliding over his chest and across his shoulders. The air was suffocating, it was so hot, but everywhere Geoffrey touched, chills followed so that goose bumps dotted his skin. Blood rushed to his cock with every brush of Geoffrey’s stomach across his groin, leaving him aching and hard. He knew it was probably obvious he had an erection, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Geoffrey.
He’d wanted this. Wanted those wide blue eyes on him, Geoffrey’s body moving against his. He wanted to lift Geoffrey up so that he could wrap his legs around him while plunging his tongue into that too-smart mouth. Lately, he’d been little more than a tight knot of want and need where Geoffrey was concerned.
Sven wasn’t even dancing or trying to move to the music. He didn’t care. Geoffrey had his full attention. A drop of sweat fell from his hairline, tracing along the side of Geoffrey’s beautiful features. Without thinking, Sven lifted his hand to cup the side of his face and wipe the sweat away with his thumb.
And now that he’d finally given in and touched him, he couldn’t stop. He ran his thumb across his cheek, feeling the sharp cheekbones under his flesh. Geoffrey’s blue eyes narrowed with pleasure and his lips parted on a sigh that was lost to the music.
Slowly, Sven caressed his jaw, inching closer and closer to the mouth that haunted him. He was dying for a taste. To run his tongue along those plump lips and then slip inside. He wanted to nibble and suck on them. He wanted to feel them moving down his body and wrapping around his cock.
His thumb teased the edge of Geoffrey’s bottom lip before pressing into all that fleshy softness. The tip of Geoffrey’s tongue slid along the pad and Sven groaned. He swore he didn’t move, but his thumb was suddenly enveloped in the wet warmth of Geoffrey’s mouth. His nimble tongue caressed him before sucking him hard, hallowing his cheeks.
Grabbing his hip with his free hand, he pulled Geoffrey against him. Heat and need pulsed as Geoffrey continued to suck. He swore he could feel an echoing pass of his tongue over his dick. Bending his knees just a bit, he cupped Geoffrey’s ass with one hand so that he could grind his cock against his stomach, searching for some relief. His underwear was damp, he was leaking so damn bad.
Geoffrey bit down and he could feel vibrations of his answering groan. There was no missing Geoffrey’s hard cock pressed against the inside of his thigh. He pulled his thumb back so that he could run it over his lips before pushing it back inside his mouth, slowly fucking him with his thumb. At the same time, Geoffrey rocked his hips against Sven. Blue eyes were blown out, practically begging Sven to take him right there.