Page 32 of Cold Winter Nights

Royal sucked in a lungful of air, almost choking on it. He didn’t turn towards the door, not trusting himself to remain composed, but he could feel it, the weight of Stone’s presence in the room, as though the temperature had risen several degrees.

When he did find the nerve to turn around, his pulse skittered almost to a stop.

Stone’s huge frame filled the kitchen doorway. Royal gazed at the mountain of muscles and broad chest that tapered down to a trim waist. But it was all the little details that made Royal’s breath seize.

Stone’s dark wavy hair laced with silver streaks that looked like it belonged on a model—a rugged one. The strands were long enough to brush the collar of his heavy coat, but it was well-groomed, shiny, even in the dim lighting of the kitchen.

Royal blinked, as he scanned Stone’s face. Something was a little different about his beard. The bits of silver throughout gleamed like polished metal. It was kept but still wild, if that was possible.

Royal’s mouth became dry. He struggled to think straight as he narrowed his focus to Stone’s thick bulge restrained behind the of those dark jeans.

“Evening,” Stone rumbled, his voice so rough and deep, as if he were speaking from an abyss.

Royal’s body responded without permission, a pulse of longing rising from his groin. He almost couldn’t restrain himself. He had no control over how much he wanted to feel that big body stretched on top of him as he sank his fingers into that full beard, and kissed Stone until he was grasping for breath.

“Royal…Stone just greeted you,” Myra said around a snicker.

“Hey, um…hi.” He blinked, his smile forced and tight. He pointed at Myra and Mrs. Pearl. “We were uh, just, uh, talking about…”

“I was just teasing Royal that you two have enough dinner here to last for several nights,” Myra chimed in.

Royal nodded, his thoughts scattered. It was hard enough to hide his visceral want from Stone, but the way the women were watching him—teasing and knowing—only made him feel more busted.

“Ready to go…I’mfamished,” Stone glared at him in a way that made Royal’s cock jerk. “I’m gonna eat until I’m good and satisfied.”

“Well Myra made plenty enough food to do just that, Stone.” Mrs. Pearl smiled warmly.

The meaning behind those words may’ve gone over Mrs. Pearl’s head, but not his. Stone was ready to make him pay for those teasing text messages.

Royal hurried and said goodnight to his favorite ladies and hefted the totes off the counter before his face got any hotter.

His legs were unsteady but he managed to walk towards the door. When he stepped outside the rush of cold air, and thick snowflakes, hit Royal’s face, but his cheeks still burned from Stone’s innuendo.

Stone took the totes from him, his arm brushing his, that minimal contact almost too much to bear. He put the cases in the back seat, then opened the passenger door for him.

Stone

Stone was glad his windows were tinted black—just in case Mrs. Peal and Myra were looking out of the window—so no one could see him yank Royal across the bench seat and slam his mouth over his.

Stone clamped his arms around Royal’s slim waist and pulled him closer until he was almost on his lap. If it wasn’t for the steering wheel, he would’ve been able to.

The kiss started fervently with an intense warmth that ignited into an inferno. Ever since Royal had teased Stone with those texts all he’d been able to think about was getting his hands on him and taking a much deeper taste than he had before.

Royal moaned into his mouth and grabbed two handfuls of his hair, urging him closer.

Stone poured every ounce of passion he had into that intoxicating moment.

The scent of Royal’s clean-smelling cologne intermingled with the warmth of his breath, creating an atmosphere too intense for him to breathe.

They had to break apart for air, but not their bodies. Royal stayed pressed to him, burying his face in his neck and inhaling deeply.

“You smell so good, Bo,” Royal whispered, licking at the hot skin over his Adam’s apple.

Stone groaned so hard at the bliss racing through him it almost scared him.

His name being whimpered like that made him want to eliminate all barriers between them and bury himself inside him.

“Baby,” he murmured, sucking hard on Royal’s throat. “I want you so fuckin bad.”

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