Looking At Forever (The Rock Gods Book 4) by Ann Lister

the wall to rest on his forearm, and slid his leg between Rooster’s. His groin now pressed against Rooster’s hip and he could feel the hard evidence of Rooster’s interest as well. Rooster cursed under his breath and his fingers dug a little deeper into Wheland’s chest. It was a lame attempt to push Wheland away, but Wheland let him have that bit of control. For now.
    He leaned in to Rooster, his body touching Rooster from shoulder to thigh, and rubbed his cheek to Rooster’s. The whiskers on their jaw lines created a delicious friction and Wheland hummed his approval.
    “Do you really think I’m a sexy prick?” Wheland asked, whispering the question into the hairline at Rooster’s temple. His tongue tasted the drying sweat there and Rooster shivered. “Fuckkkk,” Wheland said, turning his eyes back to Rooster’s. “Do you really want to move away from this?”
    Rooster shifted on his feet. His fingers fanned on Wheland’s chest. His other hand circled Wheland’s tight bicep. Wheland took that as a positive sign and wrapped his hand around Rooster’s throat, holding him against the wall. He liked the startled look on Rooster’s face and the lust that floated through his eyes a second later. That spark of interest told Wheland that Rooster loved the rough play, which Wheland was more than happy to supply. He loved feeling the slide of Rooster’s Adam’s apple beneath his palm, too. That was sexy as hell and definitely stroked his kink. In fact, everything about Rooster was sexy as hell.
    “You want me, Roost, as much as I want you. That’s what this is all about,” Wheland said, his words bounced off Rooster’s partially open mouth. “You want me to fuck you in every room of this house? Isn’t that what you said on tape?” Wheland pressed himself fully to Rooster’s body and rubbed his erection against him. His lips were so close to Rooster’s he could barely draw in a breath. The need he was feeling was intense. Have I ever wanted anyone this badly?
    Wheland’s hand tightened around Rooster’s throat. The tip of his tongue licked at Rooster’s full bottom lip. Rooster growled when Wheland brushed his lips over Rooster’s; the feather touch a sharp contrast to the hold he had around the man’s neck. Wheland rocked his hips again on Rooster. “That hand you have on my chest,” he said and nipped at Rooster’s lips, then sucked the sting away from the bite. “If you don’t want this, you better use that hand to shove me away right now. Otherwise, I’m going for it and I will have you in every room in this house.”
    “I won’t ask you to stop,” Rooster said, finally finding his voice.
    “Good,” Wheland said before his tongue took another swipe at Rooster’s lips. “I’m glad we cleared that up.”
    Wheland eliminated the last inch of space between them and pressed his lips to Rooster’s. They both opened at the same time and their tongues met in the middle, lightly stroking, until Wheland sucked Rooster’s tongue into his mouth. The suction was perfection and Wheland groaned. He wanted Rooster so badly he was concerned he’d scare off the guy if he wasn’t careful. This wasn’t some random waiter hook-up with no interest on his part for a repeat performance. This was Rooster and damn if that didn’t mean something.
    Wheland cupped Rooster’s face in his hands and deepened the kiss, tasting every wet inch of Rooster’s mouth. He was taking as much as he was giving, wanting to give Rooster all of the pent up energy he’d been hauling around for the last week or maybe a lifetime. Rooster arched off the wall, pressed against Wheland, and together they started to grind while their tongues swirled and licked the other. Rooster’s arms folded around Wheland’s shoulders and that was enough to send Wheland to the stratosphere. Being held by this man nearly had his cock bursting from his jeans.
    Wheland loosened the grip he had on Rooster’s throat and let his fingers slide