Page 48 of Something Unavoidable

Keegan cursed as he sank in to the hilt in one swift motion. “Damn, you take me so well,” he praised thickly. “I can’t wait to see that fist you brought wreck this pretty hole.”

Izzy’s vision blurred, his breath stuttered, and his body throbbed. “Gonna come,” he managed to gasp out.

Keegan cursed again and was quick to wrap his hand around Izzy’s cock and work it, fast and firm, while Izzy flew off on a cloud of ecstasy. Keegan’s speeding thrusts only intensified it, dragging out Izzy’s orgasm until he was sure he was going to pass out from too much of a good thing.

He might have, actually, because when he blinked back to awareness, he was sprawled half on top of Keegan’s chest, his sore ass in the air and his face pressed to the curve of Keegan’s shoulder. “You broke me,” he mumbled, lips moving against Keegan’s skin. His muscles were wrung out, and he was pretty sure he’d never be able to lift his head again.

Keegan chuckled, his voice sleep-soaked. “Good, ’cause you broke me too.” He rubbed Izzy’s back, then scratched his scalp, making Izzy wish he could purr like a cat.

Izzy drifted like that for a while, but eventually, he remembered Keegan’s comment about the fisting toy. He shivered and let Keegan mistake it for cold, tugging a blanket over him. Should Izzy tell him he’d never used the toy? He’d had every intention of trying it when he’d bought it, but when it arrived in the mail, the size was too intimidating, and he’d never gotten the guts to do more than tease himself with it.

In the end, he decided not to say anything. Keegan was just talking in the heat of the moment, right? He wouldn’t actually try to fit that massive thing inside Izzy’s body. Izzy shivered again and snuggled closer. Would he?

Izzy laughed as Luckybounded through the snow, chasing a snowball that had dissolved upon impact. Lucky didn’t care, though. He just chomped down on the spot where it had landed, then looked to Izzy to throw another one.

Chance had played with them for a while before he got bored and started patrolling the edges of the yard. Izzy’s sweet girl, Riley, was up on the porch with Keegan, taking a nap.

Keegan was sipping coffee, settled under the single heat lamp—that didn’t make things warm enough for Izzy’s taste—with a book. He’d offered Izzy one as well, but Izzy wasn’t much of a reader. He preferred movies in his downtime, or, you know, going out and partying.

Not that he wasn’t enjoying himself. The peace up at the cabin the last few days, just Izzy, Keegan, and the dogs, had done wonders for his stress levels. Izzy didn’t know if it was the quiet, the company, the fact that he couldn’t obsessively check his social media, or the high-quality orgasms, but he wasn’t going to complain. Honestly, it was probably all of the above. He never thought he could be happy out in the woods like this. Hell, his friends would have laughed if he suggested it. He was a party boy. It was what he did. Peace and quiet and alone time? No thank you.

Except. He glanced at Keegan, only to find him watching them with a soft smile curling his lips. Maybe Izzy was losing it, but at the moment, he’d trade a hundred nights at the bar for a hundred nights of Keegan smiling at him, talking to him, touching him. Izzy ducked his head and gathered anothersnowball. Was this real? Or just a fantasy bubble he’d fallen into that would burst as soon as they were back in the real world?

Something smacked him in the chest, hard enough that Izzy let out a startled shout, his head jerking up, his eyes wide.

Keegan was at the bottom of the steps, grinning at Izzy as he packed another snowball. “Think fast, brat,” he called before throwing the next one with surprising accuracy.

Izzy froze a moment too long, and it smacked him in the shoulder. He gave an outraged shout, then let fly with his own snowball—that missed and scattered across the decking when Keegan dodged.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Keegan asked as he loaded up again. “You’re clearly a catcher, not a pitcher.”

Izzy groaned at the bad joke, but he was also laughing. Hell no was Keegan going to win this battle. Izzy was younger and, well, he wasn’t stronger and he’d spent his childhood riding horses, not playing catch, but it wasn’t like Keegan was more athletic. He was a vet, for fuck’s sake. That required a lot of school and didn’t leave much time for sports.

The snowballs flew. Lucky went bounding between them, trying to snag them out of the air. Chance, when he joined the fun, had better luck and a higher reach. Riley even got in on the action, chasing after the balls that missed Keegan and hit the front porch.

“What the fuck?” Izzy squawked when he dodged one snowball, only to get a mouthful of snow when the second one nailed him right in the face. He was still wiping his eyes when a heavy weight slammed into him, knocking him off his feet and into a snowbank.

Keegan’s arms went around him, cushioning his fall with help from their thick winter gear. The snow was a couple of feet deep where it had drifted up against a small shed, so they ended upmostly buried, just the bright blue sky visible behind Keegan’s head. “Gotcha,” he laughed.

Izzy glared at him but couldn’t hold it in the face of Keegan’s warm smile. He pouted instead. “You’re cheating. I’m not sure how, but you are.”

Keegan ducked down and nuzzled their cold noses together before letting Izzy in on the secret to his success. “I went to college on a baseball scholarship,” he admitted, chuckling at Izzy’s outraged gasp. “Baby, you never stood a chance.”

Izzy grumbled and pulled him in for a cold kiss that quickly turned heated. No. He really hadn’t.

Izzy paced across thesmall cabin, his skin itching and prickling as he grumbled curses under his breath. How had he survived being crammed in this tiny shoebox for so many days? The walls were closing in on him, and the air was thin and stale. Izzy was two minutes away from saying screw it, going outside, and throwing himself face first into a snowbank, to hell with the freezing rain that had been falling all morning.

Riley was glued to his side, and as much as he loved her furry little face, he was too jittery to stop and give her attention right now. Keegan was in the shower, Lucky was sprawled out in front of the woodstove, and Chance was sitting regally in his dog bed, tracking Izzy’s progress.

Izzy was still a little wary around Chance, though Keegan had assured him that the wolf-dog was well trained, and while Izzy needed to respect his space, he was still a dog for the most part. Which was great. Cool. But it didn’t stop Izzy from beingextra aware of those gold eyes tracking him with way too much intelligence.

Chance wasn’t the problem right now. The cabin was the problem. That, and the fact that Izzy had just learned that Xavier was coming tomorrow. How had they been up on the mountain for six days already?

It felt like the time had passed glacially slow and also way too quickly. Izzy wasn’t ready to go back. He wanted to stay in their isolated bubble forever. But also, he needed to get out of this cabin and find some fucking air. Was it the heat from the woodstove making it hard to breathe? Maybe Izzy needed to open the door for a few minutes and let in some oxygen. He was heading in that direction when Chance stretched and then stepped into his path.

Their eyes locked, and Izzy jolted to a stop, his breath leaving him in a shaky gust. “I just need some air,” he told Chance, like he would both understand and agree.

Chance sat on his haunches and yawned, revealing a lot of sharp-looking teeth. He licked his chops as he locked eyes with Izzy again.

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