Page 33 of Cold Winter Nights

He was sure he was leaving red marks and burns from his beard on Royal’s ivory skin, but he didn’t stop.

“Yes,” Royal hissed, throwing his head back as he squirmed to get their lower bodies in contact.

His truck was big, but there was no way they could get into the position they wanted, to do what they craved.

Stone got a firm grip on Royal’s hips and eased his frantic movements to a halt.

Their breathing slowed along with their fevered touches as Stone laved at a tender, sweet-smelling patch of skin on Royal’s jaw.

“How far away is your cabin?” Royal sighed against his lips.

Further than I want it to be.

Stone’s cock was hard enough to split wood, trapped behind his zipper.

“About a half hour.”

Royal’s low curse and the slight pout of his pink lips were so endearing it made warmth bloom in Stone’s chest.

He felt the lightness of a smile in his spirit.

He gripped the back of Royal’s neck. “If you climb back over into your seat and let me start the ignition, the sooner we can get there.”

“Mmm,” Royal hummed into his beard. “I’m trying to take my hands off you. But I didn’t expect you to show up looking and smelling this wonderful.”

Royal cupped his cheek with one hand while he combed his fingers through his beard with the other.

Stone closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch of Royal’s gentle hands. Hands that weren’t hardened and nicked from tree bark, and he wanted those hands everywhere on his body.

“Bo, look at me,” Royal whispered. His voice was so calm and comforting it made him want to wrap his world around it.

Stone gazed into Royal’s rich brown eyes.

They stayed that way for a couple of minutes before Royal placed one last tender kiss on his lips then slid back across the bench seat and snapped his seatbelt on.

The ride had been quiet but no less sexually charged.

When he turned onto the winding road leading up to his cabin. Royal stared out of the passenger window as if he were trying to memorize the route.

Stone rounded the bend and his cabin came into view. Royal’s startled breath was nice to hear. He’d put a lot of work into his home before and after Ben died. The extensive renovations had kept his mind occupied and off his heartache.

“Bo,” Royal said in a voice full of awe. “Your cabin is insane.”

Stone pressed the clicker attached to his visor and steered his truck into the three-car garage.

After he cut the engine, he went around the cab and opened Royal’s door. As soon as he had both feet on the ground, Stone was on him again, pressing his back into the truck. He kissed him so deep and hard that Royal began to climb him as if he were an oak tree.

Long legs hooked tight around his waist, and Stone walked them to the door and through his kitchen, his mouth never leaving Royal’s. Once inside, he made a beeline towards his bedroom.

They broke apart only long enough to breathe. Royal hurried and shucked his coat and let it fall to the floor.

“You’re getting the five-cent tour right now. Kitchen, bathroom,” Stone said while walking faster. “Den, living room—”

Stone growled as Royal bit down on his neck and ground his hard cock against his abdomen. It almost caused him to stumble as he bumped into the walls on his way to his bedroom.

He moaned as his kneecaps hit the edge of his bed and he damn near tossed Royal onto the mattress.

Royal barely scanned the room before his eyes—smoldering with lust—landed back on him.

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