The Contractor (Red’s Tavern #8) Read Online Raleigh Ruebins

Categories Genre: M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Red's Tavern Series by Raleigh Ruebins
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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He tugged at me, and I followed his lead, throwing one leg around his hips so that I was straddling him.

I swallowed hard, watching his eyes for a moment as if I expected him to suddenly burst out laughing or tell me this was all a joke.

But deep down, I knew. I knew this wasn’t any more a joke for him than it was for me. He was straight, sure. And I was pretty sure all of this was just a weird surge of emotion from him as he realized he was going to be moving away from me. But I wasn’t going to complain. No matter how temporary this might be, it was a wet dream come true.

Fuck it. If all of this was just his last hurrah of spending limitless time with me, it was one hell of a last hurrah.

When he reached down, shoving off his own sleep shorts and revealing his stupidly perfect dick in the moonlight, I had all the confirmation in the world. He was just as hard as I was, and I watched as he wrapped his first around his cock, too.

It was the first time I was able to look at him—really look at him—while he was naked right below me, and it was like finally reaching a promised land I never thought I’d have access to.

“Good God,” I muttered involuntarily.

“What? You okay?”

“I—I’m—Tris, I’m going to level with you,” I said, stumbling over my words. “I’ve never let myself actually look at your cock before, and it’s just… you have a good one. Okay?”

A smile was spreading over his face and he gently stroked his cock as he turned his head, looking at me. “You’ve never let yourself look at it? Why the hell not?”

“Shut up,” I said.

“What?” he protested. “I’ve looked at yours, like, a hundred times.”

I could feel my cheeks heating, even now. “No you haven’t.”

“I definitely have,” he said firmly, still slowly stroking his own cock, which in itself was basically a pornographic image as far as I was concerned. “We’ve gone skinny dipping and showered at the campsite together so many times.”

“But I didn’t know you were inspecting my dick,” I said.

He let out a laugh. “Inspecting isn’t the right word,” he said. “I was admiring it.”

I pulled in a long breath. “Well, I tried to be polite and not stare at yours. But God, Tristan, it is nice.”

“You could have looked at my cock any fucking time you wanted, Blue,” he said, his voice dropping a little lower. “Any time.” I let out a soft groan. It almost physically hurt to be as turned on as I was. To hear him say these things while I could see just how turned on he was, too.

I kept one hand pinned against the bed behind Tris as I gripped my hard-on with the other, jerking off slowly, knowing that if I sped up even for a second I was going to lose any semblance of control. I leaned in so close to him, and our breath mingled. He still smelled faintly minty fresh, and his skin smelled like home.

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t possibly be real.

“I needed you here,” Tristan said, his breath low and hushed. “I fucking hate thinking about spending a day without you.”

I paused for a minute on my cock. I leaned in, grazing my lips across the soft, warm skin just above his collarbone. I felt like I was a lion holding myself back. I wanted to pounce on him, to get my lips on every inch of his skin. But I tried to hold back. To not freak him out and move too fast, no matter how curious he claimed to be.

“Are you sure all of this is okay with you, Tris?” I asked, gently nibbling at his shoulder.

He moaned softly, turning his head just a little so that his skin pressed up against my lips. “I… can’t explain why,” he said, and I relished being able to hear his voice so close to my ear. “Can’t even explain it to myself. But I’ve been thinking about you more ever since I decided to move. Thinking about you differently than I have before.”

I steeled myself, my heart feeling like it was deflating a little. I let out a soft sigh against his neck before kissing him gently, once, then twice. I paused stroking my own cock. “I think I understand. The sadness of leaving is just warping things a little for you?”

I felt him swallow. “I guess so,” he said.

“I didn’t even know you had any physical attraction to men.”

“That’s the thing,” he said. “I don’t. At least, I didn’t. I’ve never looked at random dudes and thought, ‘Wow, he’s hot, better fuck him.’ But everything is different with you. It always has been. It’s more than just physical attraction.”



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