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Nedrick swallowed quickly and eased off a little, allowing the next burst to land on his tongue. He enjoyed the salty flavor, especially when it was added to it by another spurt of seed. Gulping that, Nedrick gently rolled Brett’s balls, helping to extend his mate’s orgasm.

When the next burst of cream hit his taste buds, Nedrick felt his own balls draw up. He grabbed for the base of his cock, but it was too late. Moaning around his mouthful, he jolted as his own release shot through him with the force of a sledgehammer, causing him to shudder and shake.

Popping off Brett’s prick, Nedrick pressed his forehead against his mate’s thigh as he moaned and floated on the endorphins of the best damn release of his life. “Shit,” he hissed, gasping and trembling. “Oh, holy fuck.”

Nedrick didn’t know how long later, but he felt fingers tentatively run through his hair. Peeling open eyelids he didn’t remember closing, he tried to get his breathing under control. He stayed still under Brett’s ministrations, enjoying his lover’s first foray into reaching out to him.

“D-Did you just, um—” Brett began roughly, then paused. He cleared his voice and tried again. “Did you just come from blowing me?”

Lifting his head, Nedrick smiled up at Brett. “Yes, I did.” He took in his mate’s shocked expression and chuckled huskily. “You taste amazing, my mate.”

Brett’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve called me that since you met me. Mate.” He tilted his head to the side. “Does it mean something other than friend? Because you don’t sound Australian.”

“It does,” Nedrick confirmed, but he knew this was not the time to get into shifters and mates. Instead, he went with, “It’s a term of endearment,” which was true, even if it only scratched the surface. Fortunately, feeling the cooling water hitting his back saved him, and Nedrick winced. Rising to his feet, he reached behind him and turned off the water. “Time to get out.” With a smile, Nedrick quipped, “Hot water’s running out.”

Opening the door, Nedrick appreciated the warm summer afternoon. He grabbed one of the towels he’d set aside and held it out to Brett. His mate took it and slowly pushed to his feet, holding it against his chest to hang down his front.

Turning away, Nedrick grabbed the second one and began wiping himself down. He did a cursory swipe of his legs and torso before lifting it to his hair. Turning back as he rubbed, Nedrick found Brett’s attention focused on his left side.

Nedrick glanced down and figured it was the scar on his left upper thigh, just where it met his hip, that had caught Brett’s attention. “Gunshot wound,” he supplied.

Brett snapped his attention to Nedrick’s face, his eyes wide in obvious shock. “Shit, really?”

Choosing his words carefully, Nedrick rested his towel over his shoulders. “Was out running with friends, and we ran into some poachers.” He closed the distance between them and took the towel from Brett. As Nedrick explained, he wrapped it around his mate’s hips, figuring he would be more comfortable like that. “They didn’t take too kindly to us, and I ended up taking a bullet before the cops and rangers arrived to catch and take custody of them.” With a shrug, Nedrick beckoned with a crooked finger before heading toward his back door. “A few weeks of healing and a few weeks of physical therapy, and I was fine.”

“There’s gotta be more to it than that,” Brett countered, shaking his head.

Nedrick chuckled. “Sure, there is.” With a wink, he opened his home’s back door. “When we get to know each other better, I’ll tell you all about it. Come on. I’ll get us some clean clothes.”

Following Nedrick inside, Brett closed the door behind him. “You’re not shy, are you?”

“Around you?” Nedrick peered over his shoulder at his mate and smirked. “Nope.”

Chapter Ten

As Nedrick drove hisJeeptoward the campground, Brett still didn’t know what to make of the other man’s announcement. The man wasn’t shy around him, seemingly happy to parade nude in front of him after the shower. He’d even remained naked as he picked out clothes for both of them.

No, definitely not shy... at all.

Brett figured that if he was honest with himself, which he always tried to be, the man had nothing to be ashamed of. That was for sure. His frame might be leaner than Brett’s own, but it was all muscle.

The man even had a six-pack, which Brett had never been able to achieve. Ever since breaking his leg playing football his senior year of high school, causing him to put on a little weight due to inactivity as he healed, he’d never gotten in that great a shape again. Of course, it wasn’t as if Brett had tried to do any sports in college. He’d never seen the point of sparing the time. Instead, just as Brett had admitted to Nedrick when he’d asked, he enjoyed hitting the gym to destress.

Fortunately, Nedrick had had a pair of too-large sweatpants from when he’d had to have bandages on his hip and thigh, and he’d needed more room. They fit Brett comfortably, as did the t-shirt the other man had given him. Evidently, Nedrick had ordered it online and the size chart was off, so it’d been a bit large on him.

And the man was shot by poachers.

Brett couldn’t believe the nonchalant way Nedrick had shared the tale.

Crazy.

While Brett was tempted to ask for more details, he held back. Nedrick had told him that he would share more when they got to know each other better. Just how much better did Nedrick expect them to know each other?

The man already mapped every inch of my body and had my dick in his mouth.

Just thinking about Nedrick’s hands on him, the way he’d kneaded his muscles, combined with the hot pressure of his mouth on his cock, caused Brett’s blood to heat and flow south. He couldn’t remember ever blowing so fast. Brett figured it had something to do with how keyed up he’d been from the other man washing him.

That had been one sensual shower.

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