Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“I fucked up moving us here,” he blurts out, his words stabbing into me, sharp and painful. “I didn’t realize…” He closes his eyes. “I didn’t realize we’d be discriminated against for our sexuality.”
I cup his scruffy cheeks with my palms, meeting his stare when he reopens his eyes. “You didn’t fuck up. You can’t blame these incidents on your decision to move here. That’s on the person or the people who are doing this.”
“But Callan…” He drifts off. “Dad begged me to look after him like a son. I failed my father.”
I shake my head in vehemence. “You failed no one, Dante. You’re the best man I know. Callan gives you a rough time, but you still do everything in your power to love him and give him the life he deserves. You’re a supportive, caring brother. Your dad would be proud, man.”
His eyes water, so he closes them. I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him. He clings to me, his fingers gripping the back of my shirt tight.
“Shower with me,” I murmur against his neck. “Let me take care of you.”
“But our brothers—”
“Don’t care about hanging out with us old people,” I joke, pulling back so I can see his handsome face. “You know we’ll have to drag Callan out of there when it’s time for you guys to leave.”
A sly grin teases up one corner of Dante’s lips. “So I can make you shout my name as loud as I want then?”
I nip at his bottom lip with my teeth. “I’ll be the one making you lose control when I’m deep inside you.”
“Such a filthy sheriff.”
“I learned all my deviant ways from a dirty B&B owner.”
He laughs, smacking my ass over my jeans. “Hurry. I’ve had a really shitty day and I’m looking forward to you making it all better.”
I climb off the couch and offer my hands to help him up. Hand in hand, I lead him to my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. Once in the privacy of my room, it’s a feral flurry of clothes being torn off until we’re both naked and our dicks desperately hard. Dante grabs the supplies while I get the shower started. By the time the steam has clouded the bathroom, we’re both practically dripping with need for each other.
“Be good,” I tease. “I’m going to wash the bad day off you.”
Dante smirks, his hazel eyes flashing in the wicked way I’ve grown to adore. I pick up the loofa and bodywash to begin cleansing him. His amused expression does things to me. Unusual things. My heart seems to skip a beat the longer I keep my eyes locked on his face. Warmth settles in my chest. Dark parts inside my mind feel lit up, no longer empty but occupied by Dante Kincaid.
He’s too good to be true.
A temptation I couldn’t ignore, even if I tried.
His evil expression fades to a more serious one as he watches me wash him. A longing that matches mine glimmers in his hazel orbs. I cling to it as I get him soapy.
Could I man up to be with someone like Dante?
Drag a lifelong secret out of the shadows and shine a light on it?
When I’m alone with him like this, I absolutely believe I can. I imagine myself telling everyone in town. Like in the movies, they’ll crowd around and cheer, congratulating the happy couple.
Dante makes me delusional.
My life isn’t a movie.
And this town? It’s already proved it isn’t completely supportive of gays. Though Cato and Kian seem to do okay, they still run into their own troubles. Mr. Clementine harasses Cato on the regular.
No, instead of a cheering crowd, I’d be met with my father’s disgust. My mother’s disappointment. The people I serve and protect would side with my parents. I’d more likely be met with jeers and men like Ned and Paul who would suddenly think me incapable of doing my job simply because I like men rather than women.
“Who’s having the bad day now?” Dante rumbles, drawing my attention to his lips and forgetting all the negative shit bouncing around in my head.
“Sorry,” I murmur, stealing a kiss. “My mind’s a mess.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Let’s not think then. Let’s just feel.” I drop the loofa to rub my soapy palm around his thick cock. “What do you think?”
“My dick’s a fan of just feeling. What about yours?”
I groan when he grips me, stroking me just the way I like. Our lips hover over each other’s as we breathe heavily, delirious with the need to come.
“Don’t promise me a good fucking only to jizz all over my hand,” Dante taunts. “I expected a good pounding by my favorite cop.”
I pull away, grinning at him. “Hands on the wall, mister.”
His smirk is devilish as he shakes his head.