The Twisted Oak

He slid his arms around Lance, loving the way the man’s muscles flexed under his hands. Lance closed his eyes, moving with the pulse of the beat, and Wade couldn’t take his eyes off him. How many years had he dreamed of this? His big brother’s best friend in his arms, grinding against him, a light sheen of perspiration on his skin, shining under the swirling lights.

Soon, their gazes met. Wade shuddered at the wild heat he viewed in Lance’s eyes, the pure lust dripping between them. He took Lance’s lips in a searing kiss. Tongues dueled, gliding in wet heat. Lance let his body sink against Wade, seemingly submitting to him, and fuck if that didn’t send Wade’s arousal soaring.

He bit back a smile when Lance chased his mouth. Wade’s dick jerked as he took in Lance’s disheveled appearance—sweat-dampened hair, eyes glazed over with desire, skin flushed pink. Wade cupped his cheek, stroking his jawline, the light stubble tickling his thumb.

Lance grasped Wade’s hand, gliding his thumb between his lips. His eyes flashed at Wade as he sucked him in, swirling his tongue, then dragging him out, only to do the same thing to the next finger. And the next. By the time he was done, Wade was shaky with need and held tight to Lance’s waist.

He licked Lance’s skin, just under his jaw, then pressed his lips to Lance’s jaw. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”

Lance grabbed his face with both hands until they were looking into each other’s eyes, their noses almost touching. He looked wild, trembling, and sexy, the black around his eyes more pronounced up close. “What I want, Wade…what I needis for my husbandto take me back to the hotel and fuck me until sunrise. Because if I don’t feel you deep inside me soon, I’m going to combust.” Follow the newest chapters on novеlceo.com.

Wade’s cock throbbed, and he dragged Lance off the dance floor. 16

Lance

They grabbed their jackets, pushed out the door, and shivered as the cold air slammed against their heated skin. Wade gestured at a taxi sitting at the curb and opened the door the instant it pulled alongside them. He gave the driver the hotel name as Lance climbed over him, straddling Wade’s thighs, and held his face in his hands.

Lance’s heartbeat thundered in his ears and his belly flipped at the intensity in Wade’s eyes. His own hair hung down around his, enveloping them in a private bubble as he rolled his hips against Wade’s. “I can’t believe we’re finally going to do this. I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted youfor so long. God, Wade, I probably sound needy, but I don’t even care.”

Wade didn’t seem to mind as he ran his hands into Lance’s hair and held tight. The desire to give in to Wade, let him be in control—and the thrill that it was Lance he wanted—was intoxicating, sparking every synapse in his brain. Heat coiled low in his belly as he gripped Wade’s shoulders and their hips ground against each other.

Wade stared at him, hooded eyes full of lust, and Lance’s control snapped. He didn’t care they were in the back of a taxi. Lance slid his hands into Wade’s hair, loving the guttural moan escaping from him. Their lips crashed together, tongues gliding, and heated desire shot through him. Lance slipped his hands under the hem of Wade’s shirt, running up his abs and stopping at the nipples. His fingers flicked and teased as they stared at each other, both knowing what was happening was important. It wasn’t just about sex. It was about trust. About acknowledging they both wanted the same things—a future together—or at least the possibility of one. The chance to see if they could turn this faux marriage into something real. Something lasting. This chapter was taken from novelce‌o.com without permission.

The taxi pulled up to the hotel and Wade tossed a rather large tip at the driver. Then, Wade practically dragged Lance into the hotel and through the lobby. If it had been any other time, he might have laughed at Wade’s eager behavior, but considering desire was thrumming through his own veins and his cock was so hard he could barely think straight, laughter was the last thing on his mind.

Moments later, Wade had him pressed up against the back wall of the elevator, his mouth claiming Lance’s in a heated kiss. Wade growled and cupped Lance’s ass, then tugged him upward. Lance got the message and wrapped his legs around Wade’s waist. The kiss deepened as his body nearly melted from the heat emanating from Wade. He slid his hands up Wade’s back and reveled in the hard muscles.