Fast Connection (Cyberlove #2) Read Online Free Page A

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    “I buy Flagship.”
    “The fuck’s that?”
    Luke shot me a look over his shoulder, one silver eyebrow hiking up. “It’s a Staten Island brewery.”
    “Well la-di-da.” I leaned against the counter and gave him a good view of my body. I knew he was digging the lines of my abs beneath my shirt. “I’ll take whatever you got.”
    He tossed me a dark bottle, and I caught it. His head inclined in approval before he got one of his own. I figured this was the point where we’d talk. He’d explain why there was kid paraphernalia in his house, I’d talk about the army, and we’d exchange some basic life details. That was what I’d always done with women from Tinder or OkCupid. The hangout portion of the hookup.
    It was painfully clear Luke wasn’t interested in wasting time.
    He drained his bottle without looking away. Took in everything from the crotch of my sweats, to the way my throat worked as I drank, and the bulge of my biceps when I bent my arm. This dude wanted to fuck, and it was turning me on so bad that my entire body tingled in anticipation. I was also hard and resorted to shoving my hand in my pocket to do a quick adjustment.
    Luke’s nostrils flared.
    The bottle clattered against the counter when he dropped it. I’d just put my own down when he crossed the room in two strides and grabbed the back of my neck. He was kissing me before I was ready for it, and I knew my heart was slamming against my ribcage so hard he could feel it. I had to inhale through my nose just to catch a breath as he devoured my mouth.
    I wasn’t sure if he was kissing me or dominating me, but the punishing thrusts of his tongue had my knees weak. I leaned back heavily against the counter as the edge dug into the small of my back and widened my stance so he could fit his crotch to mine. There was something mind-blowing about a man clutching my neck while his other hand sank down the back of my pants as we engaged in a frantic kiss. And there was something really fucking shocking about how thirsty I was for this guy to shove me around and do whatever the hell he wanted.
    By the time we separated, I was panting for breath and trying my damnedest to rub one out against the unforgiving denim of his jeans.
    “Upstairs,” he said in a low rumble. “Now.”
    I nodded but leaned in for another kiss instead of following the order. I’d never been too good at those. The drill sergeant had not enjoyed trying to break me, but I wanted Luke to have a blast turning me out. I licked his mouth, nibbled on his lower lip, and then kissed my way down before sinking my teeth into the corded muscle surrounding the hollow of his throat.
    He growled. “Get your ass upstairs before I fuck you right here.”
    Fucking in the kitchen? I was down for that. But having him drill me without any lube? Hell naw.
    I pulled away with a wet sucking sound. Without having any idea where I was going, I backtracked to the staircase. It led to a longish hall with a bathroom and three doors at one end, and another door at the other. He jerked his head at the one set away from the rest, and I was impressed that the house contained such a large master. He had his own bathroom and an enormous bed.
    “Take your clothes off.”
    The sun was rapidly setting, but enough rays shone through the curtains to illuminate my body as I stripped. I’d put on this kind of casual show enough on the base to figure out who was open to a little guy-on-guy playtime, so I knew how to get a rise out of a dude. Luke wasn’t exempt.
    By the time I was bare-assed, he’d ripped off his own clothes and was stroking his wood. My mouth filled with saliva. “That’s some cock you have there.”
    The corner of Luke’s mouth jerked to the side.
    “Does it taste as good as it looks?”
    I couldn’t tell if he truly had no sense of humor or if he was determined for this to be as silent and to the point as possible. But I didn’t roll that way. Ass sex wasn’t my forte just yet, but