The Bromance Zone (The Good Guys #1) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Good Guys Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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“I would love to spend all night turning you on,” I say in a filthy bedroom promise as I grab Owen’s hips, flip him to his stomach, then cover his body with mine. He lifts his ass, letting me know he wants this, and I let him know what I want too.

To have him.

I sit up with him still trapped under me. Owen turns his face to me, watching as I roam my hands down his back, groaning my appreciation. “This back,” I growl. “This is what I was thinking about in the store.”

“What exactly did you want to do to my back?” he asks with a dirty grin. “Come all over it?”

“Yes, that. You dirty man. Of course I want that.” I drag a hand down the length of his spine, admiring the sinews, the muscles, as a wave of lust slams into me. “But I also want my hands all over your back. Want to hold you down as I fuck you.”

“Want that too. To be under you. Feel you fucking me,” he murmurs, moving beneath me, our rhythm in synch.

I curl a hand over his shoulder, grip him possessively, and grind my hard-on against the most fuckable ass. “Trap you under me. Hold you in place. Make you come so hard.” I lower my chest to him again, then bury my face in the crook of his neck. “Do you want that?”

“Want it now,” he says in a low rumble.

I grab him, flip his big frame back over, then set to work on getting him naked.

Doesn’t take long at all, and in seconds, we’re both in nothing.

Owen’s thick cock stands at attention, a glistening drop of liquid at the head like a carnal invitation. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he offers it to me. My mouth waters, and I am consumed with need.

Pleasure hammers through my body, so powerful it’s also painful. But it’s a good pain. It’s exquisite torture as I swipe my thumb along the head of his shaft, then I give him a show, sucking off his taste with long, deliberate licks as he watches me.

Owen looks drunk on sex, intoxicated on us.

I know the look, because I feel it. I feel the same damn way.

“Yes . . . gimme you,” he says, a little demanding, and I like that he can be bossy now and then. “I want a taste.”

Owen’s tongue flicks across his lips as he stares shamelessly at me while I reach for my dick, stroke my aching length, and let out a harsh breath.

I slide my fist down to the head, then brush off a drop. “Just for you,” I tell him, leaning closer to his lush lips, offering my thumb.

With a low, dirty moan, he sucks my arousal from me, and the sight is so fucking alluring that my cock twitches hard against his stomach.

“So sexy,” I tell him as I slide down his body, skimming my hands over the planes and ridges, the muscles and skin, savoring every inch of him—including all those beautiful inches between his legs.

I stroke his cock, drawing out several long, guttural moans from Owen. “Do you like to switch it up?” I ask, but don’t give him a chance to reply. “I do. I’m seriously greedy in bed, and I want it all. You need to know that about me.”

He nods several times. “I do. I want it all too.”

I give a long, lingering pump of his cock. “Do you want to fuck me sometime, Owen?”

“Yesssss. So much,” he says, lips parted, head thrown back. Then he pushes up on his elbows. “But right now, I want you inside me. Just get me ready.”

Curling a hand around the back of his head, I haul him close for a hot, wet kiss, then reach for the lube packet from the nightstand.

Owen lies back down. Kneeling between his legs, I spread his thighs apart and rip open the packet. Then, I get to work on all the good stuff.

Lubing up two fingers, I press them against his ass. Owen pushes down on me, hunting me, seeking me out.

Such a hungry lover. Such a greedy man.

“I want to please you. Drive you crazy. Tell me what feels good to you,” I say as I tease the rim.

“You touching me. I swear, River. It’s fucking spectacular. I want you so much. Want you everywhere,” he says, sounding lost in a cloud of lust, and hell, I’m joining him there.

And on that note of desire, I slide one finger into him.

His breath hitches, and his hands fly to his hair. “Oh fuck, yes.”

Owen’s reaction sends adrenaline whipping through me. His eyes float closed, and he just basks in the moment as I push a little deeper, open him a little more.

“You’re so responsive,” I say, praising him.

“You’re so good at touching me,” he murmurs.



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