Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
It was close to nine when they got back to Harmony, only Clint didn’t drive to the house. Instead, he pulled off the side of the road by the trail that led to the creek. “We haven’t been out here in a while.”
“It’s perfect.”
Clint grabbed the bag he’d put in the back cab and two flashlights. They pushed branches out of the way as they took the trail to their childhood hangout where Clint had first fallen for August.
The soft sound of their small waterfall trickling water and of North Carolina bugs greeted them as Clint pulled a blanket and a lantern out of the bag.
“You thought of everything,” August said.
“I’m good at this romantic shit.”
“Awesome way to word it.” August winked.
The lantern and the flashlights were enough to make the area glow. They lay on the blanket, twigs and leaves crunching beneath them, and looked up at the stars.
“I was so scared when I admitted to myself that I was gay and when I realized how I felt about you,” August said softly. “But when I was sitting out here with you that day, I knew it would be okay to tell you. I knew I was safe with you. Isn’t that kinda crazy? I mean, we were so young, but I don’t feel like I’ve ever known anyone the way I know you.”
Hearing that made Clint’s heart go wild. “I feel the same. I’ve always felt the same.” He pulled August close, the other man’s head resting on his chest.
They stayed like that, holding each other and talking. Clint wanted a whole lifetime of nights just like this.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
August
They let the dogs out first thing when they got home. August liked thinking of Clint’s place that way—as home. He could see that, sharing a home with Clint and Reese one day, the dogs running around together and Reese working in the shop with him. It might be wishful thinking, but August wasn’t the kind of man to deny himself dreaming about those things he wanted.
“You thirsty or anything?” Clint asked, going to the fridge and opening it.
“Thirsty for you,” August teased, wrapping his arms around Clint from behind and kissing the back of his neck.
Clint chuckled, tilting his head to the side to give August better access. “Are you now? What do you want?”
They rocked a little, Clint’s back against August’s front, savoring the feel of each other. “I think I want to shower with you…and then I want to get into bed naked with you…suck your dick and then let you eat my hole the way we both love.”
Clint’s growl vibrated through him, from deep inside Clint and sinking into August. “That can be arranged. What next?”
“I want your cock inside me.” August’s hand traveled down Clint’s body, cupped his prominent bulge. “I want your load inside me.” He nibbled the meaty part of Clint’s shoulder before unbuttoning and unzipping Clint’s jeans and shoving his hand down them. “I want to sleep naked with you, our cum and sweat all over each other…and when we wake up…I’ll take breakfast in bed.”
Clint barked out a laugh at the last part, pushing his ass backward against August’s throbbing erection. “I think I can make all that happen.”
“Good,” August whispered softly, letting himself hold Clint for a moment while they stood at the open fridge.
This was what August wanted, who August wanted. Being with Clint felt right in a way he couldn’t quite put into words.
When the dogs whined at the door, they backed up and Clint closed the fridge. They let them in, locked up, then made their way upstairs together, like this really was the home they shared and their routine every night.
“Sorry, you guys gotta stay out,” Clint said to the pups as he closed them out of the room.
They went straight for the en suite, tugging off shoes and tearing off clothes as they went. Clint’s shower was large, big enough to give them their own space, yet they stayed close, kissing under the spray, touching, licking, arms tangled around each other, firm presses of fingers with gripping hands. He loved the hardness of Clint’s body, the firm muscle beneath his sun-kissed skin, his rough body hair as he rubbed against August’s skin.
They weren’t in a rush, just exploring each other like they had all the time in the world, and maybe they would. Maybe this was it for both of them, and August would always belong to Clint the way he figured he was meant to.
When they got out and dried off, they kissed their way to Clint’s bed. August pushed Clint down to the mattress, watching him lazily stroke his erection, thick thighs spread, waiting for August to settle between them.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” August said, Clint’s pupils flaring at his words. “When I was young I didn’t understand how someone like you could want to be friends with me. Now, I still can’t believe I get to see you this way, that you give me access to your body and want free rein of mine. How did I get so lucky?”