Guardian Angel in Leather Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Crime, M-M Romance, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
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This could go two ways. A slap or acceptance.

Trig hadn’t been this scared since his first stabbing.

El gasped through his nose, but didn’t move a finger, frozen against the car. His lips parted in invitation, but to a man living in the desert even a few raindrops were a godsend.

Trig had locked lips with many guys over the years, but even the most passionate, shameless kisses couldn’t be compared with the electricity streaming through his body when his mouth met El’s. He’d missed the teasing of the two rings on the sides of El’s lips. He wanted to cradle him in his arms, cup his handsome, angular face, and keep him safe forever, away from vicious debt collectors, and any other trouble.

El was too stubborn to let him, so it was on Trig to make him understand that it would be for the best. The kiss was like a valve releasing steam, but it wasn’t enough to sate the hunger that had been growing inside Trig for years. El had been as passionate in sex, as he’d been in everything in life, always greedy for more, always eager for excitement. Trig wanted to be the man to satisfy him.

He wanted to give El everything.

With a single push, he had El sprawled on the hood and dove in, spreading the long legs to settle between them, like in the old days when everything had seemed so much simpler. Back then, happiness meant a full stomach, a dry place to sleep, and El in his arms, but he would have slept on concrete for the rest of his days if he could have his boy back.

El’s pierced nipples were hard under his T-shirt, as if they recognized Trig’s touch and perked up to greet him when the two of them rocked together, stroking each other’s bodies to learn how they had changed since their last kiss. The headlights were still on, and anyone driving past would’ve seen them, but Trig didn’t fucking care as long as El kept touching him while they rocked in a daze of anger and safety.

They’d never had a place of their own during their time together, and since privacy had been hard to come by, this moment felt oddly familiar. They’d fucked in cars, mall restrooms, once even in the kitchen of a diner where El had found temporary employment only to be booted a week later. And El liked walking that edge of danger as if the risk of getting caught were a powerful aphrodisiac.

He was gasping now, his legs tight around Trig’s hips as he rocked under him like a bitch in heat. El’s mouth might’ve been filled with bullshit, but his body knew where home was. Trig grabbed El’s legs and rubbed them vigorously despite the sting in his scratched hands. What did a little pain matter if it was the cost of being close to the one man he had feelings for?

His cock was already hard, and he ground it against El’s own bulge, swallowing the soft moan that rolled off El’s tongue like a piece of candy.

This was it. They’d be back together. Safe.

Trig dragged El down the hood and pulled away enough to flip him over, his hungry gaze taking in the long back, to the narrow ass in checked pants. Skin flashed at him through a long rip under one butt cheek, as if El had put it there to tease him, and Trig slid his thumb in, elated by the warmth of bare flesh.

El settled on his elbows and looked back. Now that the walls he’d erected to protect himself had crumbled from the heat of Trig’s touch, his face was slack with lust and vulnerability. When their eyes met, memories—both sweet and sour—washed over them in massive waves. They’d become men together, and nothing, even the bitter breakup from years ago, could wipe away all the experiences and affection they shared. Parts of this new El were still a mystery to Trig, but he couldn’t wait to bring them to light as soon as he made himself comfortable in the hot, tight body covered in so many new tattoos.

Trig molded himself to El’s elongated form and choked on air when El pushed his ass at Trig’s groin. Years had passed, but Trig remembered every vulnerable spot on this beloved body and knew just the right amount of pressure to turn El into a quivering mess. Lapping sweat off his tense neck did the trick.

“Pants down,” Trig rasped, shutting his eyes when El shivered against him. No one else had ever made him feel so desired. Even the sexiest patch-slut couldn’t measure up to the man who knew him so well and still wanted all of him.

El arched his hips to do as he was told, and when his buttocks pressed back against Trig’s groin, the scent of Armani Diamonds fogged up the air. Trig missed this.



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