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)
Clint’s heart tried to break through his rib cage. He’d let it if he thought it would make August see what he was to Clint. He sighed, set the bag down, walked over, and joined him in the water. “I can give you a whole lot of reasons—you’re funny, kind, sexy as hell, bighearted, smart, compassionate. All those things are true, but it’s also just that I love you…I’ve always loved you. Nothing could change that. Some things just are, August.”
He smiled at Clint in the soft glow of the moon, stars, and lantern. “You are for me too. Now that I have you, I can’t lose you again. And that makes me feel selfish, that Reese might end up going to live with Lewis and I’m wondering what that’s going to do to us.”
The last thing he wanted was for August to feel bad, but when August said things like that to him, it made him feel like he could reach up and grab the moon he’d just been thinking about. He wanted to matter. He wanted their relationship to last. “We’ll figure it out together. Whatever you decide, if you want me, I’ll be with you.”
He hadn’t planned the words, hadn’t given them much thought at all, but he knew they were true. He’d follow August to the ends of the earth if he had to. He could handle Florida.
“There will never be a time in my life when I don’t want you,” August answered.
It was exactly what Clint needed to hear. He lifted his arm, cupped August’s face, brushing his thumb over August’s stubbled cheek. He loved the feel of August against him, skin to skin. They leaned in, met in the middle, their mouths possessing one another. Clint wanted him, needed him more than he’d ever needed anyone in his life.
“I want you to fuck me. Need to feel you inside me,” August said, lips trailing down Clint’s neck. “I want it in this place that was always ours.”
Damned if Clint didn’t want the exact same thing.
They kissed as they fumbled to stand in the water, as they made their way to the bag Clint had brought. They only stopped for Clint to open the bag and get a blanket out, like they’d done when they were kids and on their date, when they’d lain on their backs, looking at the stars.
“Always thinking ahead,” August teased.
“Yeah, well, not enough to bring lube, so we’re gonna have to make this work without it.”
“I can take it. I want it.”
Clint loved hearing him say things like that. He dropped to his knees, began working open August’s wet jeans while August pulled off his shirt. Clint took his off as well, then tugged August’s pants and underwear down his legs and off.
He kissed August’s glans, then a path down his hard shaft, to his balls, which he savored.
August’s hand tangled in his hair, little gasps falling from his lips. “I’ll never get tired of this, never stop being grateful that I have you.”
That was really all that mattered. They would figure out the rest of it together.
Clint sucked August to the back of his throat, bobbed on his girthy cock, before saying, “Get down here. Let me get your hole ready.”
“Fuck yes,” August replied, getting on his hands and knees. While he did, Clint stripped out of the rest of his own clothes, then took in the sight of August—thick thighs, ass in the air, waiting for him. Needing him. He stole Clint’s breath.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” Clint knelt behind him, spread August’s ass cheeks, then dived in, working August’s rim with his tongue, probing and licking, sucking and teasing the muscle until it softened beneath him. He worked a spit-slickened finger inside August, then two, fucking him with them, August pushing back against his hand, begging for more.
“Clint…fuck yes. Need you. Fuck me.”
“I’m getting there, baby. Let me play a little first.”
Clint pushed his tongue inside August, used it on him the way he had his fingers, before returning to them and alternating between them. He loved this, feeling August come apart beneath him. He could do this every day, learn to live off August’s ass if he could.
When August started jacking himself and said, “Fuck me. I need your load,” Clint couldn’t hold back any longer. He spit in his hand a few times and slickened his cock as best as he could before pressing against August. As soon as his head was sucked inside, Clint breathed out a deep breath like his whole body was saying yes, this was it, this was where he belonged, buried in all the tight heat of August’s body.
“God, you feel good. I needed this.” August slowly pushed against him, feeding himself Clint’s cock inch after inch until Clint was as deep as he could go.