Page 34 of The Buck Stops Hare

“Keep up the good work, guys.” River’s smarmy tones piped through the house before the scrabble and thump of an irritated hare met my senses. “Jacque’s home safe.”

Cliff turned his head toward the source of the sound, distracted from our pleasure for but a moment as I snarled, drawing his face back to me. “I appreciate it, River.”

Cliff opened his mouth, an apology unshed on the tip of his tongue. I kissed his words away, very aware of the fact that I hadn’t heard the door shut yet.

“You guys need drinks or anything? A snack? Seems like things are a little intense.” River’s coy words caught me off guard, drawing Cliff from our moment.

“Drowning River, you will leave this instant!” I turned my head to shout through the half-open bedroom door, my rage carrying, the ground giving the barest of trembles beneath us.

At the surge of power, Cliff’s entire body writhed beneath me, power flashing in his eyes, channeling me with little reservation, crying out in utter pleasure in the most stricken waybefore a tittering giggle and clipped slam of the door punctuated his orgasm.

As if the slam of the door gave me permission, I let myself fall, my untamed orgasm spilling my last for the evening into Cliff. He groaned and went boneless beneath me, arms falling limp to his sides. His chest, sweaty and trembling, rose and fell with harsh pants until it sought out a shallow rhythm.

I withdrew from his body, my cock spent and the world around me heavy, like the air wanted to press me down and cleanse the thoughts from my mind. Each heartbeat had my thoughts muffled, vision waning. I opened my mouth to speak, and my body forced itself to inhale deeply, the rush of blood through my body, rushing in my ears. “What is…”

I pulled back and shook my head, sinking back onto the bed, a foreign emotion spiking my senses. Fear.

As if he understood my plight, Cliff drew my body in against him and inhaled deeply. “It’s okay. This is what being tired feels like.”

“It’s awful,” I groaned, earning a warm chuckle.

“That’s why we sleep to get rid of it.” Cliff stroked the back of my head, fingernails lightly trailing my neck. “It feels good.”

The forced breath wracked my body again. “Feels terrible.”

He yawned, holding me to him. “Yawns are contagious, man. Let it happen.”

I shook my head once more before the heaviness enveloped me in woolen darkness.

Chapter Sixteen

Cliff

I woke with the taste of the night before lingering in my mouth. I couldn’t imagine yesterday’s cum would taste that great, and it didn’t, but the staling scent of our lust had a whole allure to it as I rolled over on rumpled sheets to gaze across the bronzed, sculpted back of my boyf—mate?

I patted his back and rubbed my hand down his spine, taking in his warm skin. Part of me wanted to lean in and kiss across his body, to learn what his soft flesh felt like against my lips. It was stupid, I admitted to myself, but tempting. I lasted a while, holding out against my desire.

The clatter of birds outside muddled with the goings-on of people and the odd child’s laughter. Morning light pierced the old gauzy curtains, motes of dust pricking the pretty orange. My shadow moved with me, rippling over the hills of covers until the shadow of my hand fell over his warm skin. With a hesitant touch, I walked my fingers over his shoulder, down his blade and spine before I leaned down, inhaling deeply. Finding a clean patch of skin, I gave in and kissed, relishing the way my stubble rasped against his skin. It made me pluck another kiss as he stirred with a thick groan.

“Is this what death is like?” He took a deep breath and hummed. “I admit. I didn’t think my kind went to a paradise.”

“Not paradise.” I pulled away from him, my cheeks burning. Part of me didn’t think I’d be caught indulging.

“Could have fooled me. I woke up with the most handsome male worshiping me with soft kisses in morning light. Could have rolled me over and kissed my c—”

I shoved him and snorted, catching his eye when he turned his head to face me, lips ticking up into a smug grin. I averted mygaze, unable to imagine how red my cheeks had gone, only able to process how fiercely they burned. “Don’t have to keep flirting. I’m already yours, dude.”

“But flirting is fun. I can touch you and get satisfaction. My words are a way to touch your heart and get satisfaction. I can only say I love you so many ways, but when you have my mind and attention so well—” He waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll flirt.”

“Sorry. It’s hard to get used to the whole…thing with us.” I sat up and rubbed at my face, catching hints of something crusty on my skin. “Ugh, I’m disgusting.”

“Why so?”

“I smell bad, I am covered inus, and I’m going to fuck this up somehow.” I rose from bed, the cool air hitting my body as I searched around for my clothes. “And Jacque is hungry and needs his board. Shit, and all I have is pellets.”

I froze when warm hands caressed my shoulders, sweeping me into a morning kiss with breath far fresher than my own. “I’ll handle some salad.”

The way his low, raspy tones barely muttered over my lips made my cock twitch. Fuck, he was dangerous. I could get lost in a man like him.

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