Sadistic Sherlock Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott (Ward Security #4)

Categories Genre: Crime, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Ward Security Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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He didn’t want to risk running into his brother. Not tonight. He grabbed two bottles of water out of Abe’s refrigerator and sat at the table. “Let’s eat and then maybe we’ll Netflix and chill.”

“Trying to trip up the old man?”

Dom looked around. “What old man?” He winked. “Netflix and chill means—”

“I know exactly what it means.” Abe leaned over the table until he was a breath away from Dom’s mouth. “And I have Netflix.”

“Shit,” Dom breathed, his body igniting back to full burn so fast, it made him dizzy. “For the record, please don’t think I’m eating so fast because I don’t enjoy the food. I love it.”

“Again, you haven’t tasted it yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. You and me?” He waggled a finger between them. “We have a date with that couch in less than fifteen minutes.”

Abe sat fast and they both dug in.

Dom insisted on helping him clean the kitchen, and it took all Abe’s concentration to not attack the guy. He wanted to lift him up on the counter and—

“That’s it,” Dom announced. “I can’t handle the way you keep looking at me.” He threw the dishtowel he’d been using and backed Abe into a wall this time. He braced both hands on either side of his shoulders and stared hard at him. “We’re doing this at a slow pace. I mean it.”

“Stop being so fucking bossy and come here.” Abe grabbed him and yanked him in for another kiss that rocked his world. The man kissed like he wanted to devour Abe, like he could pull air from Abe’s lungs to survive on that alone. He had a naughty tongue normally—Abe never knew what was going to come out of his mouth—but it was also playful and so damn sensual when he slid it into Abe’s mouth. He wanted that tongue all over his body.

They kissed until his lips became sensitive, to where every rasp of Dom’s lips sent nerves tingling like he was being zapped with tiny bursts of electricity.

Dom pulled back and he kept going until his back hit the island. “Take off your shirt.”

Abe didn’t even hesitate. He was too far gone to worry about his forty-nine-year-old body at this point. If Dom didn’t like him as he was, if he didn’t want to do this again, then Abe would take this one shot to see him, to touch him, and he’d love it. He took a step forward and pulled off his Henley and stood there, letting Dom look. “Yours too.”

“In a minute,” Dom breathed as he leaned back against the island and leisurely ran that hot gaze over Abe.

It took all his control to stand still because he wanted to maul Dom. There wasn’t another word to describe what he wanted to do. Grab him, throw him against the wall or on the couch and just…take him apart. Feel all that searing skin against his. Rub his cock against that taut body…

Dom grinned in that oh-so-wicked fashion of his and crooked a finger. “Come here.”

But Abe had a better idea. He grabbed him and pressed him back into the wall. Dom didn’t wait for him to take the final step closer before his hands were on Abe’s chest and his fingers were combing through his chest hair. He ran one palm down Abe’s belly, which didn’t have the bumps and ridges of muscle that Dom’s had. But he couldn’t discount the complete desire he saw in those green eyes and the very hard dick showing in his jeans.

Abe slowly reached out and ran one finger down that hard ridge, and the back of Dom’s head thunked on the wall. “If I come in my pants, no comments about the age thing. I’m thirty-two damn years old and you have me so hot, I’m about to be humiliated for life.”

“Oh yeah?” He popped the top button and unzipped Dom’s jeans. He didn’t push them down—just left them open. “Spiderman? Really?”

“I didn’t think you’d be seeing my boxers tonight, or I would have worn the Batman ones. They’re way hotter.” Dom smirked.

That expression was so fucking sexy, and Abe wanted to mess with it, so he reached inside the waist of Dom’s comic-covered underwear. Dom sucked in a loud breath when he wrapped his hand around his cock. “Did you think I’d have my hand on your dick today, Dom?”

“No. I hoped.” He panted and let out a hoarse noise when Abe tightened his fingers. “I hoped every damn day since I met you.” He ran his hands over Abe’s chest. Up, then down and each time, he played with the hair. “I kept seeing hints of this peeking out of the openings of your shirts or a glimpse when your T-shirt was loose, and it’s been driving me nuts for eight fucking months.”

Abe glanced down, hardly able to compute anything Dom was saying because he loved the feel of that long cock in his hand. It felt like his, smooth skin over rigid muscle, the pound of blood pulsing under the surface. But it also didn’t feel like his. It was silkier and hotter, and he wanted to explore every inch of it with his hands and his mouth. He ran his thumb over the crown and felt the bit of slick beaded at the top. When Dom shuddered, he felt like puffing out his chest. He was doing this to Dom. Him. “What was driving you nuts?” he finally whispered.



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