Ash & Oak (A Crow Creek Novel) by Rawlyns Nya

Author:Rawlyns, Nya [Rawlyns, Nya]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: PubRight
Published: 2013-07-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Ash wanted coffee. A good night’s sleep. And an appointment with a shrink, not necessarily in that order.

Actually, it was none of the above, because as soon as Oak walked in the door bearing a tray with breakfast sustenance, his cock went into full alert status, going from zero to lust in thirty seconds flat. If he’d been twenty and horny and pimple-faced with a testosterone overload, that might have explained the instantaneous reaction to the tall young man, lad, kid…

Hell, I have to find some way to think about him, a way that doesn’t say: Ashley MacBryde, over-the-hill thirty-two year old fart; Oakley Richards, hot young, drop-dead-gorgeous, shy, endearing and so fucking sexy he pushed buttons an old fart had no business owning.

That Oakley Richards, the man he was falling head-over-heels in lust with. Two Ls down and one to go. That last drop didn’t seem quite so far, but he recognized that a night of hot sex with orgasms that set a platinum standard might be doing the talking. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had his cock making decisions on his behalf. The last time, though, he’d been twenty and trusting. The last time had landed him out on his ass in the snow with nowhere to go and no one to turn to.

Things were different now, he was different. He called the shots, he was in control.

Sometimes. Maybe.

The problem was, Oakley Richards had a habit of twisting him in knots, literally and figuratively, his body a tuning fork for each and every stroke, whether it was a rough finger or his incredible tongue, everything in him said ‘yes’ without reservation. There was magic in Oak’s touch, the kind that set every follicle ablaze until his skin crawled with desire, forced to lie still, to rein back and wait until he was released into a forward momentum that the kid controlled completely.

The other Ash, the control freak, should have reared up and backed away as fast as he could. Or, at the very least, that Ash should have demanded equal time, something young Oak hadn’t seen fit to offer. Not that he had any reason to complain, quite the opposite in fact.

Forcing me… No, that’s not right. He never forced me to do anything. Instead he encouraged me to hold back, to let him take the lead. God damn, and that had been excruciating.

He’d wanted to fuck Oak’s mouth as hard and as fast as he could, yet the kid had him whimpering while he’d sucked him off, doing a thing with his tongue that Ash could still feel.

Turning onto his side, he watched as Oak set the tray down on the desk and arranged dishes and covered mugs of what he assumed, prayed, was coffee. The kid had executed highway robbery on the hotel’s free breakfast bar, apparently stripping it of protein and sweets. The scent of bacon and cinnamon buns was enough to make his mouth water.

A spoon or some utensil dropped to the floor and Oak bent to pick it up.

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