Destiny Calls Samantha Wayland (the first e reader .txt) 📖

sat motionless as Patrick"s thumb rubbed over his nose and across his cheek. Patrick"s other hand came up to run the backs of his fingers down the side of his face. The tenderness in his touch and his eyes was completely unexpected. Even after the kisses, even after the past three nights curled up together in the bed, even after everything, he had held his defenses, protecting his heart from hoping for this.

Not just sex. Tenderness.

Patrick leaned forward, cupping the side of Brandon"s head in one hand, bringing his face closer. He couldn"t tear his eyes away from Patrick"s deep blue gaze. His heart thundered. His cock hardened, reaching up and away from his body and toward Patrick. The realization of twenty years of anticipation was sweet, thrilling and so powerful it hurt.

Patrick"s lips brushed over his and Brandon"s entire body tightened, his hands fisting in the sheets, anchoring him as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to Patrick"s. The tastes and smells were so achingly familiar. Spice and soap and something uniquely Patrick. For a moment they stayed like that, their lips pressed against one another, savoring.

Patrick slid closer and Brandon released the sheets, cupping Patrick"s face in his palms. Tilting his head, he slid his tongue along the seam of Patrick"s mouth, holding Patrick still as he licked across his full lower lip, then pulled it into his mouth. He bit it before soothing the spot with his lips and tongue.

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The flush staining Patrick"s cheeks, the breath panting out of his mouth, exhilarated Brandon. He could only guess what Patrick was feeling, but it looked to be all good. He relished how Patrick held himself in check, enjoying the kiss while controlling the need radiating from every inch of his being.

God, Brandon wanted Patrick to let that control go.

Brandon was doing the most amazing things to Patrick"s mouth. When he"d told Destiny that Brandon had some serious kissing skills, he hadn"t been kidding. But apparently, he"d also spoken too soon. He"d experienced only the tip of the iceberg.

He closed his eyes and traced his thumb over Brandon"s cheekbone, fascinated by the firmness of the skin, the softness until he came to the line where Bran"s beard would begin. The stubble running along his jaw tickled Patrick"s palm as Brandon"s mouth moved over his, torturing his lips with a thousand kisses, licks and bites. Patrick was a kissing kind of man—he loved to kiss—but he"d never in his life been kissed like this.

Wanting more, he cupped Brandon"s jaw firmly, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue along Brandon"s, smiling when Brandon hummed in response. Patrick could relate. The need was humming through his own body like sound waves through water, his nerve endings vibrating, his cock lengthening and thickening to the point where it was barely contained beneath his thin shorts.

He dragged Brandon closer and thrust his tongue into every corner of his mouth.

Brandon"s thick shoulder beneath his fingers was distracting. So different than Destiny.

More overt strength, more muscle. So much more resistance. Not that Brandon was resisting, he thought as Brandon"s hands skimmed up under his t-shirt, but the potential power was intoxicating.

Pulling back, he stood, quickly shucking his shirt before reaching for the sheets and whipping them down the bed and off Brandon"s lap. Brandon sat with his legs folded in front of him, his eyes roving over Patrick"s bare chest, lingering on the front of his severely tented shorts, then traveling back up again. Brandon wore only a pair of boxer briefs and there was no mistaking his erection pressing up against the thin cotton.

Patrick"s confidence fled in an instant. What the hell was he doing? He"d never even touched another man. What was he supposed to do now?

Brandon"s face transformed from intense arousal to serious calm. “We don"t have to go any further.”

Patrick"s heart and cock lurched, both wanting more. The question was, more what?

He hadn"t been this unsure in a passionate moment since his earliest high school days.

“I want to,” he said, still not moving. Shit. He wasn"t sending very convincing signals, was he?

“Are you sure? We can stop if you"re not comfortable.”

“Yes,” he said quickly. Brandon looked away and drew a deep, steadying breath and he knew Brandon had misunderstood. Touching his shoulder, Patrick waited until 68

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Brandon faced him. “I mean, yes, I"m sure. And no, I don"t want to stop. I just don"t know what the hell I"m doing.” And he felt like a complete bumbling idiot.

He didn"t share the bumbling idiot part out loud, though. He was pretty sure Brandon had that figured out on his own.

Brandon"s smile was sweet and reassuring, even if it did smack of the kind of thing a husband might bestow on his nervous virgin bride. “We"ll go slow, okay? If you get freaked out, we"ll stop.”

“Okay.” He knew he should move, but he remained frozen to the spot.

“I"m going to take these off,” Brandon said, gesturing to his underwear and drawing Patrick"s gaze back to Brandon"s erection.

“Okay.” Patrick wanted to cringe when he heard how high his voice had risen. He didn"t, though. He was already uncool enough, thanks.

Brandon knelt and slowly drew off his boxer briefs. When his cock bobbed into view, Patrick fought years of men"s restroom and locker room training and didn"t look away. It was…nice. Beautiful, actually. It strained away from Brandon"s tight-ridged stomach, the long, hard shaft riddled with veins.

Patrick"s mouth went bone-dry and he licked his lips, trying to revive their moisture. Brandon"s cock nodded in response, sending a bolt of arousal straight down his spine and into his balls. He knew what it was like to have his muscles tighten and his cock wave like that. That the simple act of licking his lips was enough to fire off that response in Brandon was incredibly sexy. Empowering.

He"d never considered that so much of a woman"s body was a mystery to him—to any man. But another man"s body he understood. He could read the signs