Yours All Along by Roni Loren

Author:Roni Loren [Loren, Roni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Romance, Gay, Adult
ISBN: 9780698411036
Google: mwJfBwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00USMCMYW
Barnesnoble: B00USMCMYW
Goodreads: 25178951
Publisher: Intermix
Published: 2015-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

College

This was such a bad idea. Such a fucking disastrous idea. Wasn’t going to stop him, though. Devon grabbed Hunter by the front of his shirt and yanked him into the hotel room. The door clicked shut behind them, and he pushed Hunter against the wall.

He’d given the guy the out. He’d seen the wheels grinding in the hotel lobby. Post-blow-job brain had been clearing, and reality was settling over his friend. Devon had seen the shift. Had accepted that Hunter was about to freak out over their whole lapse in judgment. But then in the elevator, Hunter had surprised the hell out of him—grabbing him and talking him down from a panic attack—in front of all those people, no less. Despite the trapped quarters, one of Devon’s biggest fears, he suddenly hadn’t been able to think of much else besides wanting to tear Hunter’s clothes off right there. And now the adrenaline from their time in the elevator was pushing hard at any remaining self-restraint he had.

Devon pressed his lips to the cord of Hunter’s neck and nipped him. “Tell me to stop, Hunt. Tell me to slow down. Tell me to leave you the hell alone.”

Hunter tilted his head back, giving Devon better access. “Don’t wanna.”

God, he was so fucking beautiful. All muscles and mussed hair and hungry eyes. Devon had imagined touching him like this for so long that he didn’t know where to start. He wanted to gorge on the guy. But he had to be careful. This wasn’t a normal hookup. This was Hunter. Hunter. God, such a bad idea. “Lose the shirt.”

Hunter reached back without hesitation and pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing that ridiculous body of his. Baseball had been good to this man. Devon’s fingers curled into his palms, the need to explore a burning thing inside him.

“Tell me what you want tonight,” he said before he allowed himself to touch again.

“What?”

“How far? I need to know.”

Hunter’s gaze was full of want but indecision hovered there, too. “I may not be sure until I get there.”

“Swear to me you’ll say stop if things go to a place you don’t want to go.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Promise me.”

Hunter grabbed Devon’s belt and dragged him close. “I promise, man. Now shut up.”

Hunter kissed him then, hard and hot, and Devon lost all thoughts for a moment. It was just lips and scruff and hands grappling. Hunter may have never been with a guy before, but he definitely knew how to kiss. Devon’s hands slid down Hunter’s bared back and then sank lower. Hunter’s grip on Devon’s head tightened, the only sign that Hunter was bracing for what was coming, but he didn’t pull away.

Devon slipped his hands beneath Hunter’s jeans, his fingers running over the cotton of his boxer shorts, and then he squeezed Hunter’s ass in a hard grip. The muscles tensed in Devon’s hands, but Hunter groaned into Devon’s mouth—a groan that said Hunter was doing the opposite of freaking out.

Hunter’s tongue

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