Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Oh, I’m going to fuckin’ win.” Even with his confidence, Bones’ entire body was tense. “My opponent looks as meaty as a Junior Whopper.”
I laughed and kept massaging down his muscular arms, tracing over his sprawling tattoos with the oil. “Let’s hope he fights just as bad.”
“I’d take on ten of him if it meant getting Troy Godwin off our backs.”
Here we go again. The entire car ride here, I’d tried to steer Bones away from the topic. When he was pissed off, it was hard for him to focus. The longer Troy Godwin hung over our heads, the more of a danger he was to himself.
“Bones—”
“This is bull, Lotto.” Bones stood from the bench and threw the towel he’d been holding to the dirty floor. He turned to me, the tension and anger obvious in his clenched jaw and fists. “Yeah, he might have helped me get Nero off my back, but I paid for that in my blood.”
“I know.” I stood up to join him. “You’ve done enough. We all have.”
“Apparently not, ’cause the prick won’t hold up his end of the bargain. So much for a promise to help if there’s no strings attached.”
“If you expected Troy Godwin to turn into Mother Teresa because you won him money once, I’ll walk out right now and join the local archdiocese.”
“As if they’d let you in there.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
“Like a freak storm making a tree fall on Smiley’s?”
“Maybe I should join the archdiocese anyway,” I said. “I think God’s pretty pissed at us and wants an apology.”
Bones snorted. At least a small measure of tension eased in his jaw, but his entire body looked like a frightened cat.
I walked over and clapped a hand on his shoulder, lowering my voice. “You’re never going to help Smiley’s if you don’t calm down. Do you need something to loosen you up?”
Bones’ eyes flashed at the richness in my words. His Adam’s apple bobbed with his harsh swallow. “What do you have in mind?”
“You’re going to turn around and put your hands on those lockers, and I’m going to make you forget all about Troy fucking Godwin. Got it?”
Bones nodded and situated himself just like I’d told him. Fuck, I loved his body. Toned and cut in all the right places, his tattoos accentuating his strong build and darker complexion. I especially loved the way he already jutted his hips out for me to take care of him. Because that was what I did: took care of Bones in the best way I knew how. Bones could count on me to always be there for him, and there was nothing I loved more than giving him reminders of that love and trust.
I ran my fingers down Bones’ back, massaging and kneading his skin until I reached the waist of his boxing shorts. These I tugged over his hips and dragged down to his knees, spreading his legs so I got a good look at his supple ass. I grabbed the bottle of oil from the bench and massaged his cheeks, brushing over his asshole every so often as a tease. Bones arched further back, and I reached around to grab his cock, pumping him a few times until he was rock hard in my hand.
I stroked him as I parted his cheeks and dove in. I ran my tongue around his asshole, dipping into his entrance. While I pumped his cock, I ate him like a fucking feast, licking and sucking his ass until his thighs were trembling. Once he was wet enough, I pulled back and popped my fingers into my mouth to wet them. Then I pushed two fingers into him, thrusting until I was two knuckles deep.
Bones rocked into my thrusting fingers with a moan. His ass bounced as he fucked himself on my fingers, stroking his cock with each bob forward. I pressed wet kisses all over his ass as I fucked him, biting and sucking until his skin bloomed with blue and red marks. Having him at my mercy always sent a hot thrill spiking through my veins. My cock throbbed in my pants, wanting nothing more than to bury itself into his tight ass, but I resisted the urge. This was about Bones and his release. Once he won the fight, he could make it up to me.
I squeezed and moved my hand faster and harder, dragging a thumb over his cum-covered slit. He practically howled when I curled my fingers and hit just right. I kept fucking that spot, making my mark all over his ass as he lost himself in the pleasure. Bones grunted my name and spilled all over the lockers and my hand, bucking and thrusting until his cock went completely limp.
I waited until he caught his breath then pulled my fingers from his ass. With the nearby towel, I wiped off my fingers then his cock, gently massaging his sensitive skin. Before I could wipe the lockers down, Bones spun around and grabbed my face, mashing our lips together. The kiss was slow but powerful; our tongues dragged against each other in the familiar way we always did. When he pulled away, his body was relaxed for the first time in three fucking days.