Worth Keeping by Mac Nicol Susan

Author:Mac Nicol, Susan [Mac Nicol, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781938876875
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Published: 2013-12-22T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Nick woke the next morning, a softly snoring Owen lying curled beside him, arm draped possessively over Nick’s bare stomach. Nick felt like shit. His head hurt, his throat was sore from whatever noises he’d been making while he slept—he knew he had a tendency to snore when drunk—and his legs felt as if an elephant with hobnailed boots jumped gleefully up and down on them. He inched himself away from Owen, who snorted and snuffled then settled back to sleep. Nick stood up, wincing as his cuts burned from the sudden pressure. He went to the bathroom, relieved himself and started the shower. Removing the bloody dressings from his legs, his eyes closed in guilt and shame. As he stepped into the shower, Nick hissed as the hot water hit his wounds. He sucked in his stomach in pain, gritting his teeth. Part of him needed the hurt, needed it to remind him of what a fucked-up arsehole he was. Another part despaired at the fact he’d fallen so low once again. He reached for the shower gel and soaped himself, washing away dried blood and the rank smell of booze from his body.

His hand slid over his cock and he stroked himself idly, the feelings intensifying in his groin, his skin tingling as he thought of Owen sleeping in the bed outside. Owen with his black hair, his muscular body that invited a man to touch it and run his tongue down that warm skin and those cat-like green eyes that saw deep inside Nick.

He imagined Owen’s cock, one that Nick wanted to take in his mouth and feast on like a starving man, and at that image Nick groaned loudly, his hands moving faster, the sensation of skin against skin enticing and comforting.

“Let me do that for you,” a voice whispered behind him as Owen stepped into the shower. He turned Nick to face him, the cock Nick had just been fantasising about pressing urgently against his own like a silken-sheathed sword. Owen’s lips trailed along Nick’s jawline as warm water spilled over them. His hand reached down, gripping Nick, who hitched a deep breath at the feel of that capable hand on that sensitive part of his body. Owen leaned in, gently kissing Nick’s split lip as Nick shook his head. “Owen, I’m sorry—” His words were muffled by the warm mouth covering his, the tongue sliding into his mouth, flickering like the forked tongue of a snake. Nick moaned.

“Hush, Nick. Just let me do this, will you? I’ll stay away from your legs.” Owen’s lips were gentle, his hand anything but. He jacked Nick off with a steady rhythm that left him gasping and weak-kneed as he climaxed, burying his face in Owen’s shoulder as steady streams of come shot forth, coating them both with its warmth. The two men stood pressed together under soothing rivulets of water until finally Owen pried himself off Nick’s wet body.

He grinned at Nick wickedly. “I certainly hope

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