Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Grinning broadly, Lucas grabbed Andrei’s hand and pulled himself to his feet. He didn’t bother with his pants first, but jerked Andrei close, kissing him with a kind of slow determination, as if he meant to explore every inch of the man’s mouth. By the time they broke apart, gasping for air, Andrei felt as if Lucas had put his stamp of ownership on him.
“If washing every inch of you is my punishment, then I happily submit,” Lucas murmured, his lips brushing against Andrei’s as he spoke.
Andrei stepped backward with a shake of his head. Lucas was a freaking drug and he was an addict. His eyes strayed over the half-mutilated pumpkins and the kitchen splattered with bits of pumpkin guts. They’d come back later that night to clean up the mess, but for now, it could wait. Of course, carving jack-o-lanterns would never be the same for Andrei. But then, being with Lucas was changing his view on a lot of things and he welcomed it.
Te Iubesc
Lucas stretched his legs in Andrei’s bed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he felt Andrei’s warm skin sliding across his. Sunday. It was his favorite day of the week and it had everything to do with the man half-sprawled across his chest, his face buried in his neck. Now that Andrei was back to work full time for Rowe, getting their schedules to match up required conference calls, multiple calendars, and the occasional virgin sacrifice. But Rowe had started having pity on him—or God love her, Rowe’s wife Mel had interceded on his behalf—and was giving Andrei part of Saturday night and all day Sunday off.
Sure, they were in a bit of a rut on Saturday night, as they typically fell into food, sex, and then sleep. Sometimes they changed it up to sex, food, then sleep. But Sunday was their day. Lucas didn’t give work a thought until that night when they separated. Sometimes they met up with his friends for some laughs and food. Sometimes it was just the two of them. In bed. All. Fucking. Day.
Sunday was perfect.
“You’re awake, aren’t you?” Andrei growled against his throat. The rough words were followed by a pair of warm soft lips kissing up his neck toward his jaw before Andrei snuggled closer as if trying to burrow into Lucas.
Lucas lifted his head, soaking in the affection as a happy sigh slipped from him. “Was just thinking about how much I love Sundays.”
“Mmm, yeah. Football.”
“Really? Football is better than this?” Lucas demanded as he slid his hand down over the curve of Andrei’s ass while lifting his hips, rubbing his hardening cock along Andrei’s. Andrei made a purring noise in the back of his throat that reached down into Lucas’s soul.
“Does it have to be better? Can’t I just have both?” Andrei tilted his head up, his teeth nipping at Lucas’s earlobe.
“I—” A knocking echoed down the hall and into the bedroom, halting Lucas’s teasing remark. “Was that the door?”
“I think so. Ignore it. Probably one of your damn friends.”
A smile tugged at the corner of Lucas’s mouth, not fooled by Andrei’s gruff tone. “You love my damn friends.”
Andrei leaned up on the forearm braced against Lucas’s chest, his lips brushing against Lucas’s. “Not as much as I love this.” He kissed Lucas, slowly deepening the kiss until both men managed to forget that anyone was at the front door.
“Andrei! I know you’re in there. I talked to your boss!” A woman’s voice echoed loudly as the pounding on the front door resumed.
Andrei instantly jerked away from Lucas, launching himself across the queen-sized bed while pulling the tangled blankets up around him. Lucas nearly choked on a laugh. Hell, he would have laughed if Andrei hadn’t turned a sickly shade of white.
“Fuck! It’s my mom!”
“What?” Lucas lurched upright, his heart thudding painfully in his chest.
Andrei threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. He started flinging clothes around the room, searching for something to wear. Lucas had been tempted to send over a cleaning service on more than one occasion, but he knew something like that would earn him another speech about overstepping and being too controlling.
“My mom,” Andrei snapped as he shoved his legs into a pair of jeans. “Actually, it’s probably both of my parents. Why the fuck are they here?”
“They wanted to see you.” Lucas slipped out of the bed to pull on his boxer briefs, watching Andrei’s frantic movements over his shoulder.
Something about Lucas’s words stole Andrei’s energy. He sighed and sank down on the edge of the bed. His head hung, sending his long, dark hair forward in a curtain that made it impossible for Lucas to see his expression. “I’ve…I’ve got to tell them. I can’t put it off.”
There was no question as to what “it” was. Not when Lucas could see the heavy weight of fear and worry settle over Andrei. “You don’t have to. You can just tell them I’m a friend. I’ll leave and they won’t suspect.”