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

over Rooster’s collarbone and shoulder. His fingers curled over the round shoulder muscle and then inched down Rooster’s side, over each bump of rib before moving around his hip to stop on the firm globe of his ass. The groan rumbling from Wheland’s throat made Rooster vibrate.
    “I’ve had a hard-on for you since the day I hit your car,” Wheland said, dipping his tongue into Rooster’s open mouth and flicking. Wheland squeezed Rooster’s ass through the nylon jogging pants. It wasn’t nearly enough contact. He needed to feel skin. Wheland slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Rooster’s jogging pants and fanned them on Rooster’s butt cheek; kneading the flesh, then trailing the length of Rooster’s warm crease.
    “You sexy fucker,” Wheland hissed. His hand moved up Rooster’s back and around to his chest. His fingers ran through the light dusting of dark hair while his mouth covered Rooster’s whiskered chin and dipped lower to lick and suck the skin over Rooster’s Adam’s apple. Wheland’s hand inched further south and curled over Rooster’s hard mound that was straining his jogging pants. “You are so fucking hard for me.”
    Rooster managed a noise that sounded a lot like a strangled whimper and that had Wheland smiling. He loved knowing he was driving Rooster crazy. It served the man right considering how crazed he felt at the moment.
    “Christ! The fucking things I want to do to you,” Wheland said.
    “Fuck, yes,” Rooster said, rolling the back of his head against the wall.
    Wheland rose to eye level with Rooster again, taking Rooster’s mouth in another frenzied kiss that was all tongue, lips, and fiery passion. He still couldn’t get enough; couldn’t get close enough. Wheland’s hand fumbled to get up under Rooster’s tank top and his fingers became tangled with the thin fabric.
    “I need you... naked,” Wheland said. He let go of Rooster’s shirt and grabbed hold of his wrist. “You. Me. Upstairs. Now.”
    Wheland directed Rooster toward the stairs. He let go of Rooster’s wrist and started up; taking them two at a time. Halfway to the top landing he realized Rooster wasn’t following and his heart sank. He faced Rooster and noticed Rooster’s gaze had been on his ass.
    “Change your mind?” Wheland asked.
    Rooster shook his head and his mouth lifted up on one side in a playful grin. “I was just admiring the view.”
    “Come to my room and you’ll get a whole lot more than a nice view,” Wheland said.
    “Fuckkkk,” Rooster said on a sigh and closed his eyes.
    “My thoughts, exactly,” Wheland said, and started up the stairs again.

Chapter Six
    Wheland waited for Rooster to step into his bedroom and then shut the door behind them. The silence in the room unsettled Wheland and made him feel off his game, but with Rooster this didn’t feel like a game. This was real and Wheland didn’t want to fuck it up, nor did he want to use his usual tactics to get what he wanted either.
    He stood beside his dresser and watched Rooster’s eyes dance around the large room, shifting from the enormous bed with the black, wrought iron headboard laced into a Celtic knot design, to the opening of the master bathroom. Then he saw Rooster’s gaze land on the overhead beam with the silver harnessing loops and the attached chain link.
    Wheland pushed off the dresser and came up behind Rooster. “Those steel rings intrigue you, don’t they?” Wheland said in a hushed tone beside Rooster’s ear.
    Rooster leaned back into Wheland’s voice and Wheland’s fingers curled around Rooster’s forearms. He felt gooseflesh break out on Rooster’s skin as he palmed it. “I have every intention of attaching your wrists to that beam, but not today,” Wheland said. “I’m far too turned-on to deny myself of having you for one more minute.”
    Rooster’s head dropped back to Wheland’s shoulder and Wheland pressed his lips into Rooster’s warm neck. One hand caressed Rooster’s