Page 112 of Tide Over

I just shake my head. “I shouldn’t have made that for you.”

He tilts his head and gives me an assessing look. “Lost your edge, Fraser?”

My eyes narrow as I push the bait box towards him with my foot.

Oh, it’s fucking on.

“Five-one.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Just wanted to remind you.”

I close my eyes with a sigh and turn to face Theo as he steps out of the shower. “No need. I remember.”

He smiles as he heads into the bedroom, and I just shake my head as I watch him go.

He caught five fucking fish this morning.

And I caught one.

I follow him into the bedroom, my eyes trailing over him as he sits on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped low around his waist. As he starts removing the plastic covering from his splint, I can’t help but smile.

As much as it sucked losing by such a drastic number today… he deserved this one.

But next time, it’s going to be me.

I push my damp hair back and sit beside him on the bed as he pulls the plastic off his arm. When he lifts his eyes to mine, I lean in and kiss him.

His lips part as I push my tongue past them, and let my hand slide over his abs, down to the edge of the towel around his hips.

He pulls in a breath, and I smile. “We have time before we need to be at the pub to meet your crew…” I say, my fingers lingering as they trace along his skin, just above the towel.

Theo chuckles softly against my lips. “Yeah, we do.”

I pull his towel, letting it fall open as I take him in a heated kiss.

We fall back against the bed as I run my hand over his hardening cock, and he moans as he pulls me closer against him, my own towel falling away.

His good arm is trapped underneath me as I lie on my side beside him, stroking his cock and letting my lips trail down his neck to his chest. And as I take his nipple in my mouth and suck, his fingers dig into my back as a groan escapes him.

“Fuck,” he pants.

I suck his nipple again, pulling more moans and groans from him as I slowly run my hand up and down his length, taking my time to just feel him, appreciate him, and worship him like he deserves.

He takes a deep breath in as I run my lips back up his chest to meet his mouth again, and kiss him deeply and slowly, savouring every moment.

When I pull back, I let my gaze trail over his freckles, then stare into his beautiful brown eyes. I can’t believe this man is mine.

“Tha thu foirfe, mo chridhe.”

His lips tilt up in a soft smile, then he lifts his splinted arm and gently rests his hand against my chest. “My heart…” he says softly, and my breath catches.

My lips meet his again and we fall into a desperate kiss as he wraps his good arm around me, holding me tight.

But as I sit back and stare down at him, my heart races and my cock twitches with need.

A need to make him feelsofucking good.

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