King's Rogue by M.D. Gregory

Author:M.D. Gregory [Gregory, M.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Rogue

When King told me to watch Josh, I don’t think he had this in mind, but after a few days of observing that slim body move in the most tempting ways, I couldn’t resist even if it was bordering on a big no-no. Families weren’t off-limits, but Scar wasn’t here to give the okay.

Josh’s kiss was electric, his touch addicting. He tasted sweet like the gum he sometimes chewed when he was bored and had no one to serve at the bar.

I didn’t just want his mouth though, I wanted that ass he so willingly offered. I wanted to fuck him until he came screaming, louder than any of those whores downstairs.

He stepped toward me, his lean body strung tight with excitement. I saw it in every movement and twitch of his limbs. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to deny us both what we hungered for.

I spread my legs and let him crawl between them, stretching the length of his body over mine. Dragging him down for another kiss, I devoured his mouth and sucked on his bottom lip. He groaned, a little whimper escaping when I bit down on the flesh between my teeth hard enough to taste the tanginess of blood.

“Get off those clothes. I want to see your body,” I demanded, my tone rough and leaving no room for argument.

I licked at his lip, where I’d broken the skin, and smiled. He pushed himself off the bed again, and I took a moment to appreciate the tightness of those jeans on his thighs and long legs. They cupped his ass so perfectly, and I’d almost be tempted to fuck him with his jeans around his knees—but not this morning. Right now, I wanted him as naked as the day he was born.

He grabbed the hem of his soldier green T-shirt, the same color as the camouflage on my old tent, and slid it up over his compactly muscled chest and head. He dropped the shirt on the floor, and I took a second to appreciate the expanse of his hairless tanned skin, flawless as the rest of him. His nipples were peaked nubs that pointed at me teasingly, begging to be taken between my teeth.

He slid his hands over his chest and stomach, his gaze drawn to where I had cupped my cock through my jeans. When he’d reached the fly of his own jeans, he unbuttoned them, before tugging down the zipper. I watched, rapt, unwilling to tear my stare away from the way he worked at his clothes like a professional.

I shouldn’t have been surprised at his lack of underwear when he’d finally shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them, just like I shouldn’t have been shocked at the size of his cock—at least eight inches. Bigger than mine. Fucking hell. So maybe that did surprise me because I’d never met a guy bigger than my seven.

I licked my lips. “Jesus, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

He grinned, but I didn’t miss the flicker of anxiety that flashed across his face.

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