Cole’s prick itched to be buried all the way in Ned, but he went slow, inching his way into the warm flesh, and the skin on his back tingled when his balls rested against Ned’s muscular ass at last. Relief was so close Cole could taste it, but then Ned’s eyes opened and captured him in a sea of green.
Breathless, Cole wanted to say something, but nothing came to mind, so he kissed Ned again and gently pulled back, moaning at the sweet friction of the hole squeezing around his cock. The cabin that had seemed so oppressive and ugly when they’d first arrived now became cozy. The fire crackled nearby as if joyful to offer its warmth, and the lingering scent of the berry preserves they’d eaten earlier hit his senses once more, adding to the sweetness already soothing his heart.
Ned breathed quickly, as if he were attempting to feed the flames inside Cole, but there was no need for it, because that fire was already charring them both. Cole grabbed the backs of Ned’s thighs and folded him in half before descending on him like a wolf that had finally hunted down the prey it had been tracking for days. He nipped on Ned’s brows, his nose, cheeks, lips, neck, even the still-healing ear where those same teeth had cut through not long ago, and there was no stopping his hunger.
Each thrust of Cole’s hips triggered an explosion of lust, but as he drank up the soft moans leaving Ned’s lips, sweet thoughts melted into raw desire, prompting him to squeeze and pet his lover, as if they’d never parted.
Ned’s cock twitched against his stomach, demanding attention. It hadn’t softened for a second and now marked Cole’s skin with salty juices. The scent of Ned’s sweat was like a hand tugging on Cole’s long hair and making him fuck the hot, muscular body under him more fervently, until Ned was all he could think about. All he could feel. All he could see and taste.
Just like that first time, Ned accepted Cole for a connection that was both raw and tender. Their fucking grew fervent, kisses turning into bites, and at times Ned squeezed Cole’s neck so hard breathing was barely possible. No other body under him could make him feel the way Ned’s did.
This man was the love of his life, the bane of his existence, and the most arousing bastard who’d ever walked the earth. Cole wanted him from the tip of his nose to the rough heels of his feet. Those feelings hadn’t gone away after seven years apart, and it struck him that no matter how much he wanted to be free of Ned, it would never happen.
He wrapped his arms around his lover’s form and fucked him harder, desperate to experience the same sense of completion he’d felt after their last time together. Like two wild beasts, they didn’t care that the floor was hard, or that one of them entrapped the other. All that mattered was the instinct that drove them to rock, rub, and squeeze.
Cole’s mind evaporated. He could only move and feel, so he opened up to Ned’s kisses and rutted against him until his balls throbbed, releasing their cream into Ned’s waiting body. Colors of a long-gone summer flashed on the backs of his eyelids, but he wasn’t yet done. His muscles might’ve felt heavy, but Ned’s cock was still rigid, and Cole’s natural greed lured him to it.
Pulling out of the tight heat was like stumbling from a warm bath straight into a pile of snow, so Cole curled between Ned’s legs and swallowed down his entire cock. Like that first time, he was so frantic, so excited that saliva spilled down his chin before he’d even buried his nose in the red curls at the base, and hummed with joy when its girth stretched his throat. Reveling in Ned’s moans and whimpers, he slid two fingers into the slippery hole he’d fucked and filled with his spunk only seconds ago. Just the thought of it made Cole’s balls ache with need to do it again, despite having already spent his lust.
Ned O’Leary marked as his once again.
He only bobbed his head over the delicious prick a few times before it spurted its juices, and filled his mouth with Ned’s essence. Cole didn’t want a drop spilled, so he tightened his lips around the hot piece of flesh and sucked, rolling his tongue against the smooth head. It was his to enjoy, his to caress and swallow.
Perfectly content with the heat pouring into his stomach, Cole slid his hand under Ned’s shirt, petting his partner’s shivering body all the way to the stiff nipples. He pinched one just to hear a soft whine, and Ned bucked his hips, pushing his tool in that bit deeper, but it was already going soft.
Cole held the cock in his mouth as it returned to its normal size, but by the time he kissed the head goodbye, reality was starting to claw at him, penetrating their bubble with its icy breath.
What had he done? Like a much younger man, who hadn’t yet learned to control his own impulses, he’d proven how weak he was to Ned’s touch. The truth he’d tried to keep hidden was out in the open, and Ned would use it against him like the cynical bastard he was.
And still, Cole couldn’t make himself pull away from the warm stomach and hair that smelled of their coupling.
He hated himself.
When Ned raised his arms in silent question, giving Cole the mercy of silence, Cole crawled on top of him and slid his head into the noose made of warm, strong arms. If he only could avoid the consequences of what he’d just done—die in Ned’s embrace with his lips tasting of bitter semen, and never experience the inevitable fallout.
For now, he let himself dream, and the soft whisper of Ned’s breath lulled him to sleep while scents of burning wood and spunk sang to him with their comfort.
A loud slam tore Cole out of the dreamlike afterglow, and he tried to scramble out of Ned’s embrace, waking up the moment a gust of cold air prickled his back, but with Ned’s wrists tied, they ended up stuck like a stud dog and his bitch.
Cole’s vision filled with a swarm of tiny, shimmering dots, and by the time he glanced over the shoulder, toward the open door and the dark silhouette standing in pale light, his entire body pulsed with discomfort.
Lars’s handsome face twisted into a scowl as he tossed a framed photograph onto the floor.
He shut the door before Dog could follow him into the cabin. “I was gonna ask about this fucking photograph, but now I really have questions!”
The silence that followed was like an ice wall, but Cole couldn’t think and pulled his pants up as soon as he managed to back out of Ned’s embrace. He knew what picture Lars meant without even looking at it. His own was in the saddlebag, in a box he never pulled out when someone else was around, but he’d hidden the one from Ned’s mantelpiece in the barn. That was where Lars must have gone to have a drink.
Stiff in the shoulders, he looked at Ned who scrambled to cover himself with a blanket, still flushed and sweaty from their coupling, and with his pants pooled around the ankles. Cole spun around to face his partner. “I didn’t plan this.”
“So what the fuck happened, huh? You missed gut-poking? Is that it?” Lars approached Cole with fast strides and pushed at his chest. “We fuck our prisoners now? He looks passable. I might as well plow his mouth if you’re denying me!” He reached for the buttons of his pants to make his point.
Something squeezed Cole’s neck, and he shoved Lars away from Ned, gravitating toward the chair where he’d hung his gun belt. He felt naked without it, and while Lars was a friend, he was also a man like any other, and might need the incentive of bullets aimed toward his feet if passion pushed him beyond reason.