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He shifted in, grabbing Bax’s hips and pulling them up, then guiding his cock to where it needed to be. Bax’s body put up a little resistance that had them both panting as he pushed, but as soon as Nick made it past the tight ring of muscle and sank deep inside Bax’s warmth, they both groaned.

He wasn’t going to last long. He wanted Bax too much and was already primed and flirting with his orgasm. He needed to give Bax what he wanted, though. Bax had been the best teacher he could have had in their time together so far and had schooled him in his favorite angle and intensity to be fucked. Nick adjusted his thrusts until he was pounding Bax’s prostate.

He knew he’d done it right when Bax began to howl with pleasure, bucking back on him and reaching between his legs to stroke his cock. It was wild and carnal, and Nick felt completely taken over by instinct and the drive to come. It didn’t have to be pretty or sweet, and they didn’t have to be careful with each other. They were two beasts who needed to come and who trusted each other to get what they wanted.

He couldn’t hold out, and within a few minutes, he let out a cry as his orgasm started to rush through him. It felt amazing to shoot off inside of Bax, knowing he was leaving a part of himself there.

“Yes, baby, yes!” Bax gasped before Nick’s orgasm had completely finished, squeezing him as he came, too.

It was as perfect as things could be. Nick wasn’t sure if he was supposed to or not, but he held Bax’s hips tightly to him as he collapsed to the side so his flagging cock would stay buried in his lover.

He actually managed to stay there and Bax hummed and wriggled like he enjoyed it as they relaxed, panting. He was hotand sweaty, but Nick didn’t care. He pulled Bax into his arms and held him there, resting a hand on his belly.

“Is this alright?” he asked when he had enough breath to speak.

“This is more than alright,” Bax said. He threaded his fingers through Nick’s and squeezed his arse around Nick’s cock. “This is perfect.”

EPILOGUE

Rafe Hawthorne loved a good party.For the last week, everything at Hawthorne House had felt like a party.

After a few weeks of lessons about the practices of modern Paganism from Bax, the entire family had come together to put on a Beltane celebration that everyone would remember for a long time to come. There’d been great music, amazing food, and an actual maypole. Who would have thought that racing around a maypole, laughing and joking with his family as they tried to get it right, could be so much fun?

They’d also had a ritual that Rafe found surprisingly poignant and meaningful. If that was the way his family now celebrated the divine in nature and in themselves, then he was all for it. The Hawthorne family was officially the most outlandish and colorful family in Kent. Not that they hadn’t been before.

A few remnants of their Beltane celebrations were still visible on the grounds when the metalwork and blacksmithing convention people had arrived on the scene to set up.

“Was there some sort of filming here?” the head of the convention asked as Rafe took her on a tour of the grounds soshe could determine where the different sculptures that were entered in the competition could be placed.

Rafe laughed. “Yeah, sure, that’s what was going on here.”

In fact, Hawthorne House’s gardens had been used for a spot of filming in April, and since he wasn’t sure what his family thought of letting the whole world know how witchy they’d become, he didn’t feel the need to add further explanation.

Not that his family would care what people thought of them.

“We made a bonfire after dark and everything,” he caught Nally bragging to a particularly hot blacksmith apprentice on the first day of the convention while giving the man goo-goo eyes.

“Did you all get naked and dance around it?” the burly young guy asked, looking at Nally like he was one of the ice cream cones being served from a cart a few yards away from them that he wanted to lick.

Nally laughed. “Not this time,” he said. “It was a family thing.”

“Some other time, then,” the young guy flirted back.

“Anytime,” Nally said with a blushing grin.

Rafe chuckled and moved on. He remembered being that young. He was only nine years older than Nally, and truth be told, he liked a little fun in the sack now and then. He liked it a lot.

It had been too long since he’d sought out a cuddle-buddy for the night. Setting up his hot shop again after being away from Hawthorne House for so long had taken most of his time and attention during the winter. Blowing enough glass to have on hand as examples of the techniques he would be teaching as soon as his next class started up had sucked a lot of time as well.

He was still wrapped up in his need to find a unique and creative take on the centuries-old craft. He wanted to build a reputation for excellence in the glassblowing world, but thatwasn’t going to happen if all he produced was gift shop level goblets and globes.

Now that everything was ready, he had a lot more time to sample what his home county and beyond had to offer. Judging by the quality of men roaming around Hawthorne House’s grounds for the convention, he wouldn’t have to look far.

A small cheer from one side, where a crowd was gathered around the modest stage that had been set up at the end of what was usually the Renaissance Faire village drew his attention. Hands in his trouser pockets, he ambled over to see what was going on.

“And finally, first place in the six-to-ten-foot sculpture category goes to….”

The man who stood on the podium giving out prizes paused for a long, reality competition show length pause. Rafe noticed Nick and Bax standing expectantly off to one side of the stage, Jordan in Bax’s arms and Macy in Nick’s. The two of them made such a ridiculously sweet couple that it gave Rafe a toothache.

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