Page 13 of Lost Mate

Ross heaved up and now it was Dylan underneath him and Ross buried back inside him.

“Do it. Do it,” Dylan chanted. ‘Make me come.”

Ross sat back on his haunches and pulled Dylan into his lap. “You’re going to come when I’m ready.”

Dylan groaned, arching his back and throwing his head back as Ross thrust upward, burying himself as deep as he could go. They were both dripping with sweat, and it was uncomfortable and nigh on impossible to hold onto Dylan, but this short, sharp fucking was driving them both frantic.

Dylan wrapped his arms around Ross’s neck. “You’re driving me mad.”

“You’re welcome,” Ross panted, then kissed Dylan hard until he couldn’t think of anything except his tongue in Dylan’s mouth, the strain in his thighs, and the narrow channel holding his cock in place and sealing them together.

They came like that, Dylan seconds ahead, spurting between them, triggering Ross to pump his cum deep into his mate’s body.

Ross tipped forward, pushing in deeper as he crushed Dylan beneath him, but when he tried to move, Dylan wrapped his arms and legs around him.

“Job done,” Dylan said breathlessly as he stared up at the ceiling.

Ross buried his face, panting into Dylan’s sweaty neck. Job done. Dylan cupped his neck and held him close. He understood. He wasn’t going anywhere until Dylan was ready. He’d sleep for thirty minutes or so before he had to face the world.

At some point, he woke, not sure what had disturbed him until the mattress dipped and rose as Dylan got out of bed. He waited with bated breath until he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Ross breathed easier. Dylan wasn’t trying to sneak away from him. Ross would never have let him run.

You could join me.

Ross grinned at the pointed offer and rolled out of bed. He sniffed his armpit and looked down at his crusty belly, then pulled a face. He definitely needed a shower, he was stinky.

“Ross.”

Disturbed from a light sleep, Ross blinked at Zeke’s bellow from below. “Yeah.” No one could hear that. Ross swallowed a couple of times and tried again. “Yeah?”

Dylan grumbled and tried to wrap himself tighter around Ross.

“Eli wants you back at the house. He’s got news.”

Ross tried to work out whether it was good news or bad news from Zeke’s tone, but it was impossible, and Ross had just woken up again. Was this the third or fourth time they’d dozed around each other like puppies in a pile? He fumbled for his phone and yelped. It was gone two. No wonder Eli had sent Zeke to find them.

“We’re coming,” he yelled.

“Or not,” Dylan grumbled as he sat up, scratching under one armpit.

“Sorry,” Ross said. “Eli’s getting impatient.”

“What’s the time?”

“Gone two.”

Dylan grimaced. “I wanted to sleep away the day.”

Then his stomach rumbled and Ross grinned.

“We’ll eat and find out what’s wrong. Then we’ll hide again.”

“Are we driving somewhere to pick up food?” Dylan asked.

Ross shook his head. “There’ll be food at the ranch. Cal always has food if we need it. No one goes hungry.”

“What if they’ve found out I’m the traitor?” Dylan asked in a small voice.

Ross knew it would be a question asked over and over until they had the answers. He put an arm around Dylan’s shoulders. “Then we face it together as mates. Because that’s what we are.”

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