Full Mountie by Ainsley Booth & Sadie Haller

Author:Ainsley Booth & Sadie Haller [Booth, Ainsley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Booth Haller Books
Published: 2017-04-04T07:00:00+00:00

The instinct to say no is strong. I shove it down.

Hugh: Yeah. Beth up for it too?

Lachlan: She says not until the weekend. I’m standing at her desk.

Hugh: I thought you were going to work out.

Lachlan: Nah. Just had a quick shower. I’m off the clock until the morning, though. Meet at seven at my place?

Ah. “Coffee”.

Hugh: Sure.

Lachlan presses me up against the wall in his foyer and kisses me like a man dying of thirst and I’m an oasis.

It’s hard and demanding, his lips pulling at mine, his tongue thrusting deep without invitation.

“Had a long day?” I ask him roughly as I grab him and spin him around.

“Something like that.”

I wrench his shirt out of his dress pants, wanting his hard, muscled core under my touch. I splay my fingers wide across his flexing belly, and cup the back of his neck with my other hand. He stills immediately, my big raging bull.

“Here?”

He nods. “I’ve got lube in my pocket.”

“Gotta be prepared for coffee,” I say, a harsh laugh marking the end of my snarky statement, but he doesn’t care. I think he wants that verbal sparring just as much as the physical one. He has to be on and polite all day long.

Nice to come home and have someone to be a dick to. Give a dick to, too.

But we haven’t fucked yet, and his foyer isn’t the place for it. I’m not so in denial that I don’t know that’s going to be full of fucking feels for me after all this time.

I’ll want to hold him afterward, too.

But lube is good for other things. I take the single use packet from him after I strip off my t-shirt.

I rip it open and squeeze some onto my fingers as I watch him undo his shirt buttons.

“All the way off,” I growl when he lets the shirt just hang open. That’s hot as hell, but I want bare flesh. Big arms, working shoulders I can sink my teeth into. “And then get my jeans open.”

He tugs me closer, unzipping me first, then his dress pants. I’m not wearing anything under my jeans, and he groans as the wet tip of my dick slaps against his hand. He circles my straining head with his thumb, then lifts his hand and sucks it off.

Fuck.

I reach between us and circle our cocks with my slicked-up hand. We both hiss at the first slide of skin against skin. I lean my forehead against his, and he wraps his arms around me, his hands low on my waist, his biceps straining as he frames our bodies. Our secret, thrusting, furtive sex inside his front door.

But the restlessness I’ve felt all week has vanished, and I’m full of a giddy warmth. Our hard breaths, the furrow of his brow as he tosses his head back, the scent of lube and pre-come rising between us…it’s hot as hell, and right as fuck.

I say his name, a whispered groan, and he urges me closer. “Come here,” he breathes.

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