Equation for Love by Sutherland, Fae (freda ebook reader .txt) 📕

he found, got really good ones. It also got him rewarded with harder, faster thrusts. Liam's cock kept rubbing past his prostate, making Skye even crazier. It was insane and scary and

wonderfuland dizzying.

"More, more..." It was all he could manage to say,

to plead for, to beg. He wasn't even sure what "more"

he was after, but he knew it was there and Liam was

the one who could give it to him.

Maybe only Liam.

The thought rang in his head as his orgasm raced

toward him and he was like a deer caught in the

headlights, paralyzed by the blinding, oncoming beauty

of something he couldn't understand and that was

vaguely terrifying. Then it hit, tearing through himwith a

force he couldn't have imagined before now. All Skye

could do was hold onto Liam because Liam was the

rock inthe stormat the same time as he was the storm. Liam let out a rough shout, hips snapping faster,

harder, and Skye rode the wave of pleasure until,

instead of hitting the fucking shore, it just started

cresting again, driven on and fueled by Liam's

onslaught. Skye raked his nails over Liam's back, hips

bucking up against him. He shook his head, but not in denial, simply unable to grasp the massive swells of pleasure stealing his breath. God, too much. But now,

suddenly...not enough, either.

"Liam!"

Liam's answer was a kiss, deep and demanding.

Skye understood it, like Liamwas whispering in his ear.

Whispering to him to come with him, just one more.

One more ride, one more kiss, one more touch. Just

one more.

Skye did his best to tryto tellLiamwithhis kiss that

yes, yes, one more, a week more, a month more...a

lifetime more.

Then Liam's orgasm hit and Skye was swept along

withit, that last thought echoinginhis head. OhGod, he

was so screwed.

Chapter 8

"Youdid

what

?"

Skye winced at the sharp, near-screech of Lindy's voice in his ear. "Well, you don't need to make it sound as ifI killed someone."

She snorted. "You did. My best friend. Where the hellis mySkye?"

Her Skye. Not anymore. He was Liam's Skye now. Which reminded him, he didn't need his best friend beating him up right now. He was in major trouble.

"It wasn't exactly on purpose, you know. I didn't just decide to fall in love with my gay male escort/teacher/whatever he is."It had definitelynot been inthe plan, for sure.

Lindytook a deep breath, and he could just imagine her pacing in her West Hollywood apartment. "Well, look. I love you, Skye, but let's look at this realistically. Scientifically, even."

Skye sat up straighter. "Allright. Good idea."

"Well, you just lost your virginity. To a very handsome, very skilled--or so you say--man whose job it is to make people want him. To make them feel as thoughthey're the onlypersoninthe world whenthey're with him." She sighed again. "Skye, baby, you're not in love. You're just buying his hype. He did what you paid himto do, whichbythe wayI amstillnot evenbelieving youdid."

Skye raked a hand throughhis hair. "That's not true. I mean, yes, it's his job and yes, I paid himto do it, but that's not why I feel this way." He didn't think so, anyway. Was it? It felt very real. "It feels very real, Lindy."

"Oh, honey, it's Las Vegas. Nothingis real."

Skye frowned. "When did you become such a cynicalbitch?"

"Right about the time my best friend decided to up and leave me for the barren desert and male escorts with magical penises. Penii? What is the plural of penis, anyway?"

"God, as if I know." He dropped back onto the couch. It was the only real piece of furniture in his condo besides the bed. "I really don't think this is some kind of reaction to his pheromones or, as you suggested, buyinghis 'hype.' I feel it, Lindy. I reallydo."

There was a pause of silence and then yet another sigh. This one sounded more resigned, though. "All right. Let's say, for funsies, that you are in love with

him.""I am."

"That's what I said. Well, Skye, honey, so what? What could possibly come of it? You're about to start in your new, amazing position at one of the country's most prestigious private aerospace companies. You're going to be building ships to take us into space like a freaking airplane on holiday, for God's sake. Where does a male escort--however gorgeous and possessing ofa magicalpenis he maybe--fit in?"

Skye knew the answer, even though he hated it. So he didn't sayanything.

"Exactly."She didn't sound veryhappyto be right.

Skye hated when she was right. He hated it especiallynow. He didn't want logic and commonsense and statistical analysis of the possible outcome of a relationship with Liam. For the first time ever, Skye wanted to believe in something other than probabilities and what the numbers said.

It was insane.

"I know it's crazy. I do. But I'm not crazy. I'm in love with him. Now I need to know what to do, Lindy."

She didn't sayanythingfor a longmoment and Skye prepared for her to answer Nothing. He didn't want to do nothing. He wanted to do something. Everything. Anything.

"Youmake himlove youback is what youdo." * * * *

Liam nearly smashed his thumb when his phone went off in his pocket mid-swing of the hammer. He managed to pull it out of the way at the last second and let out a breath, setting the hammer down. He reached back for his phone, shifting to sit atop the roof he was repairing. His heart sped up at the sight of Skye's name onthe screen.

They weren't due to meet again until the next day, but maybe Skye had