Sunset at Pencarrow by Lou Sylvre & Anne Barwell

Author:Lou Sylvre & Anne Barwell [Barwell, Lou Sylvre and Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-520-0
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-06-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

RAIN KEPT Rusty and Nate company on the way back to the parking lot, so even taking a shorter route, they got soaked. Warmish rain, but rain nonetheless. Though Nate’s Subaru was no luxury model, Rusty was not sorry to duck into it and close the door on the weather.

“Hold on,” Nate said, starting the engine. “It won’t take long for the motor to warm up, then I’ll turn the fan on with the heater so we can steam dry. I feel like I’ve stolen half of New Zealand’s water supply.”

Rusty gave a short laugh. “Well, then I’ve got the other half soaked into my pant legs. I feel wetter than when I fell in the river.” It was more words than they’d exchanged all morning.

The night had been sweet, no denying that. Once—or twice, if he counted the fumbling rumble on the trail—had not been enough for either him or Nate. Rusty had woken up some hours into the night to find moonlight bathing the hut’s interior. It silvered everything it touched, and the brightness seemed to compel Rusty to wakefulness. His cock pulled at his attention, straining toward Nate as if it had found a home. Rusty might have tried to mentally talk the unruly beast down, show it which head was running the show, but a draft stirred the air, and he caught Nate’s scent strong in his nostrils.

They’d fallen asleep zipped into the sleeping bags and covered with their thin blankets. Rusty hadn’t wanted to break the connection with Nate—even if it had been nothing more than sex. They weren’t spooning, not quite that intimate. Yet when he woke with the smell of Nate and sex permeating the darkness, he became a slave to it, couldn’t seem to stop himself from wrapping his body around the man. He may even have groaned as he pushed his erection against Nate’s prickly-haired thigh. Of course Nate woke up, and before Rusty could even start to think or talk, Nate took his lips in a hard, biting kiss. Heat surged through Rusty. He broke away, unzipping the bags to push the covers back so he could follow his nose down to Nate’s cock, which was already leaking precum and gleaming in the moonlight. The sight and smell of it entranced Rusty like a hypnotist’s gem, and he lowered his mouth down to savor the taste. He knew right then that the memory of blowing Nate would be burned into his brain as one of the hottest things he’d ever done. When he could no longer stand the lack of friction on his own cock, he reached for it, but he didn’t get through more than a few strokes before Nate moved, flipping around to a sixty-nine position.

In the past, Rusty had always thought sixty-nine sounded better than it actually turned out to be, but this wasn’t like that. He was so enchanted with the taste and feel of Nate’s cock in his mouth that the slow-burning fuse centered at his groin was secondary.

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