Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Sorry for today,” he murmured. “I really thought we were going to find something. I just need this to be over.”
I should have kept my mouth shut, but my need for answers was too great.
“And when it is over? What happens then?”
Chapter Fifteen
Hawke
I was taken aback by Tate’s question and I knew it was my silence that had him dropping his arms from where they’d been wrapped around me. But instead of stepping away from me, he whispered, “No, don’t answer that” and then his hand snaked around the back of my neck to pull me down for a kiss. I automatically opened for him and it took just one swipe of his tongue over mine to push his words to the back of my mind. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him flush against my body. He moaned into my mouth when our erections brushed together and when I slid my hand down to cup his ass, Tate whispered, “I need you” against my mouth.
My plan was to lower him to the bed so I could explore every inch of him, but when I felt his palm sliding over my pants until it found my bulging cock, I stilled and closed my eyes. Tate continued to kiss me as he began rolling his hand over my aching dick, but I had trouble concentrating on the deep, drugging kisses. And when I felt his hand actually disappear inside my pants, I tore my mouth from his so I could watch the outline of his hand as his fingers pressed into my heated flesh.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered as Tate’s entire hand closed around my cock. I really wanted to see his hand on me, but before I could even reach for my pants to push them down, Tate pulled his hand free and began lowering them himself. My body was humming with excitement and I couldn’t resist lowering my head to seek out Tate’s mouth again. But I only managed to steal a few kisses before I felt the cool air of the motel room wash over my length. Instead of fisting me again, Tate used his thumb to trace the ridge beneath the head of my dick and then he flicked it over the slit on my crown. A shudder went through my entire body, but I was helpless to do anything as I watched Tate explore me. Pre-cum began welling up at the tip and Tate swiped at it with his finger. I expected him to use it as lube, but when he lifted his finger to his mouth, I was sure I stopped breathing. His eyes went glassy with desire as he licked the fluid from his finger and I couldn’t stop myself from yanking his mouth to mine.
My control was completely shattered as I tasted myself, but as much as I would have liked to grab Tate and push him down on the bed, he made it clear he was in charge when he began stroking me with heavy drags. His rough hand was so different than anything I’d ever felt before and the sheer size and strength of that had me seeing stars as he exerted the perfect amount of pressure. Tate’s free hand slipped beneath my shirt to skim over my abdomen and then he was pushing the hem upwards.
“Off,” he demanded. The rough order had more pre-cum leaking from my body and I quickly did as he said and yanked the shirt off and tossed it aside. Shivers of need began to roll through me as Tate stroked me, but when his mouth closed over one of my nipples and sucked, I nearly came on the spot.
“Shit, I’m not going to last,” I muttered as Tate laved his tongue over my nipple before teasing it with his teeth.
“Yes, you will,” Tate said against my chest as he ran his tongue around the entire nipple before searching out the other one. “Because Hawke,” – I looked down at him when he paused – “I’m just getting started.”
I let out another foul curse when he bit down on my nipple again. As much as I was enjoying his power over me, I needed to see more of him so I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He released his hold on my dick and pulled back from my chest long enough to let me remove the shirt, but he resumed his sensual torture the instant the garment was free. I wrapped one hand around the back of his head more to feel him than to control him and I let the other hand drift past the waistband at his back and brush over his tight ass. Tate moaned against my skin when I trailed my finger along his crack, but I lost the contact when he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me. I knew exactly what was coming next, but instead of putting his mouth on me, Tate looked up, the unasked question clear in his eyes.