Page 40 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

Hashtag said nothing, but his face glowed.

Damn, Saul’s good with people.Crank’s chest swelled with pride.

“And now I need to go work off all that sugar,” Saul announced. “If anyone wants me, I’ll be in the gym.”

“Isn’t that a bit excessive? I only gave you one cookie,” Crank remonstrated.

Rael cackled. “Sure, but he’d already eaten three before that one.Anda slice of Mrs. Landon’s coffee and walnut cake.”

Crank glared, and Saul made a run for the door. “Your ass is mine when I catch you,” he yelled after Saul.

“Promises, promises,” Saul shouted back.

And now that he came to think about it, the prospect of Saul pumping iron, covered in sweat, muscles rippling and thighs bulging?

“Wait for me. I’m coming too.” Crank followed him, heading down to the gym in the basement.

“We don’t need to know that part!” Hashtag hollered amid laughter from the others.

A thought slipped into Crank’s mind, and he sighed.

Vic would’ve watched. Hell, he’d have brought popcorn.

CRANK LAYon the bed, naked, enjoying the warm breeze that wafted in through the open window, playing over his skin. Saulhad just finished his shower by the sound of it, which only meant one thing.

It was time to fuck.

Since Vic’s departure, they’d gotten hot and heavy a couple of times, but it had mostly been reciprocal blow jobs, which was fine by Crank. He was fast becoming an oral addict, and every encounter became a challenge to see how much of Saul’s girth he could take.

Crank was always up for a challenge, and with Saul around, his dick was permanently up.

“Are you gonna put some clothes on, or do you intend going to dinner like that?”

Crank glanced toward the doorway where Saul stood, rubbing himself with a towel. “It’s a thought,” he quipped. “I don’t mind showing off what God gave me.” He gave his dick a lazy tug.

Saul walked slowly to the bed, his gaze drifting up and down Crank’s frame. “You’ll only make ’em jealous.” He tossed the towel onto a chair and climbed onto the mattress, which dipped with his weight. Saul crooked his finger. “Come here.”

Crank knelt up, and to his surprise, Saul put his arms around him and drew him close, ignoring Crank’s erect cock. Their lips met, and a shiver trickled down his spine.

Something’s different.

Saul kissed him, slow and sensual, while he stroked Crank’s back, one hand going lower to squeeze his asscheek. He dipped a finger in Crank’s crease, rubbing it over his hole, and Crank’s shivers multiplied.

“I hate it when Vic’s away,” Saul murmured against his lips. Then he pulled back. “But then I realized… you and me? We’ve never been alone before.”

A frisson of excitement swept through Crank. “No, we haven’t.”

“And Vic did say he wanted us to get to know each other,” Saul added.

Crank snorted. “If I remember correctly, the exact term he used was ‘manhandle.’” Saul kissed his neck, and Crank let out a low moan, his dick rising, harder than ever. “This doesn’t feel like manhandling.”

“Good.” Saul’s breath tickled the delicate skin around Crank’s ear. “Because I had something else in mind.” He met Crank’s gaze. “On all fours, sweetheart.”

Crank arched his eyebrows. “Sweetheart?”

Saul nodded slowly. “Don’t argue. Do it, facing the pillows.”

Crank turned himself around, hands and knees planted on the mattress. A groan escaped him when Saul spread his cheeks and licked a leisurely path over his pucker. Crank rocked a little, wanting more.

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