Psycho Romeo Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott (Ward Security #1)

Categories Genre: Crime, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Ward Security Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. Something slammed into the door—probably his head.

Then the door started moving.

Geoffrey’s eyes rolled back into his head and he had to grab the base of his cock hard to stop from coming. He didn’t want this to be over yet. Maybe ever. He raked his mind for something, anything to say to keep this going because his toes had curled in his shoes and it was all he could do not to wrench the door open and jump the big guy. “What—what kind of lover are you?” He panted the words.

Sven grunted again as the door rattled more. “Geoffrey, I can barely think. Shit.”

“Come on. One adjective that someone’s given you. Just one.”

“Thorough.”

Geoffrey moaned.

“You?”

It sounded like Sven was really having trouble talking. “Limber.”

The door moved faster.

“We are going to fuck, aren’t we?” He squeezed and stroked himself, wishing it was Sven’s hand on him. “You know you’re gonna give in.” Geoffrey didn’t have to ask again. It was going to happen. He pictured Sven, big hand wrapped around his dick and moaned again.

“You know what I want, Geoffrey? I want to see you stretched around my cock.”

Geoffrey went so hot, so fast, sweat broke out over his entire body. There was no holding back the orgasm that stole his vision and slammed through his body like lightning. “Oh, fuck!” he cried out, loud and long.

Sven shouted more words he couldn’t make out as one more thud hit the door. Geoffrey pictured him spilling all over his hand, making those last strokes slick and warm. He shuddered and shook, slumping over onto his side to try and catch his breath.

His quiet, gentle giant came loud.

Fuck, I love that.

Chapter 10

Sven had just put the mostly full carafe back on the coffeemaker when he finally heard movement in the house. He left his mug on the counter and turned to face Geoffrey. He’d learned that Geoffrey specialized in surprising him and it was better not to be holding a full mug of scalding hot coffee at the time.

He was glad he did.

Shirtless, Geoffrey strode across the living room, his platinum blond hair still adorably tousled from sleep. An ugly bruise stretched across one cheek from where the fucker had hit him, but Geoffrey ran one hand down his bare stomach, drawing Sven’s eyes down his body as if he knew what he was thinking. Geoffrey wore a pair of soft blue sleep pants that were balanced so low on his narrow hips that Sven was one hundred percent confident that he was not wearing underwear. Dear God, he was like a walking dessert that needed to be eaten immediately.

With a yawn, he stretched both arms over his head and smiled at Sven like he was just the happiest person in the world despite the fact he had a stalker and his life was getting turned upside down.

Of course, the flirty grin was the result of what had happened last night—both the kiss and jerking off separated by a flimsy door. Just thinking about it caused Sven’s cheeks to heat. He’d never done anything like that before with anyone, said anything like that. His self-control had been stretched paper-thin. Every instinct beating at him to shove open the door so he could get his hands on Geoffrey, so he could feel all the wonderfully soft skin and lick him everywhere. He ached to be able to see his face as he touched him, watch each reaction as it crossed his expressive face.

Geoffrey stopped directly in front of him and tilted his head up as if he were offering himself up for a good morning kiss. And heaven help him, he wanted to. Sven wanted to slowly lick his way into his mouth, leaving Geoffrey moaning and quivering with need before he pulled him tight into his arms.

Instead, he took a step backward, fisting his hands at his sides to keep from reaching out to touch him.

“I can’t,” he whispered in a pained voice.

To his shock, Geoffrey continued to smile up at him. “Maybe, but last night proved that you want to.” He winked at Sven before stepping around him to the cabinet that held the mugs. “I can work with that. This job isn’t going to last forever.”

A wonderful flutter started in Sven’s stomach and he couldn’t bring himself to stomp on it. He didn’t want Geoffrey to give up on him. He didn’t want him to walk away and turn his attention to someone else who wouldn’t appreciate him or protect him the way he deserved. And he was fast getting past his own rule about dating someone so much smaller. Geoffrey had been right last night. Sven had noticed how strong he was.

Not that Geoffrey had ever said a damn thing about dating. He’d been clear that he would open to a nice hard fuck, but something more…something that involved dinners and running errands and making plans for the holidays and all those wonderful things that couples did, that was what Sven was really after.


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