Page 22 of Hold my Reins

Rox hadn’t even considered how best to deal with the mess. That was a problem for after…though he wouldn’t be able tocatch Lynck’s cum as neatly. He glanced down, the shadows thick between them.

“I’m half tempted to make you wear it,” Lynck murmured as he wrapped his non-sandy hand over the top of Rox’s hand so they both jerked him off.

And Rox was half-tempted to agree. “I want to lick you.”

“You want to fall back on the sand so I can fuck your mouth?”

“Yes.” Right now, he’d agree to anything.

“That might be a little obvious.”

Fuck obvious—he didn’t care. He just needed.

Lynck swept his thumb over the blunt head of his cock, then lifted it to Rox’s mouth. Rox sucked the bitter cum off Lynck’s thumb.

Lynck uncrossed his leg, and Rox fell backwards, catching himself on his elbows and expecting Lynck to follow and fuck his mouth as promised. But Lynck stroked his own dick, pulling twice before spilling onto the sand in several thick pulses, producing far more cum than Rox had ever seen a human spill, and that included in porn.

“I like the way you watch me.”

Rox snapped his gaze up from Lynck’s dick. “I like what I see.”

Lynck leaned forward, offering his slick fingers. Rox sat up and opened his mouth, letting Lynck fuck him with cum-coated fingers until he’d licked them clean. Which did nothing to calm the lust flowing through his veins.

Lynck’s ear twitched. “Someone is walking their dog this way. We should pretend to be enjoying the view, not each other.”

With their clothes done up, they lay on the sand side-by-side, fingers threaded together, watching as the stars bloomed in the sky.

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I had fun last night.

Lynck smiled at the early morning message.

So did I.

He wasn’t sure if it was because they had spent so long down by the lake, or the run, or the sex, or almost being caught by Mr. Gregson and his German Shepherd. As it was, the dog stopped to sniff their spilled seed, barely covered with sand, before being called away.

Rox had dissolved in laughter, and Lynck hadn’t been able to stop himself from joining in. Especially when the old man told them off for lying on the beach like a couple of corpses and nearly giving him a heart attack. If he’d seen them five minutes before, he might’ve had one. He’d muttered something about damn monsters when he thought he was out of earshot before continuing his walk.

Are you doing anything on Saturday night?

Thursten had said Lynck could have the kitchen and some privacy, which meant that he and Aski needed to find somewhere else to be for a couple of hours, either a hook-up or a movie. Or both.

And what do you like to eat?

Considering I hardly know anyone in town, of course I’m free. And I will eat almost anything. I haven’t eaten a home-cooked meal in forever. Possibly because I don’t have a kitchen.

Living out of his truck and motels couldn’t have been easy, but Rox made it sound like an adventure. And after taking care of his mother and watching her die, it sounded as if he needed the escape.

What were the odds that they’d both fled their lives and ended up here?

He wasn’t sure he believed in soulmates the way some monsters did. For kelpies, being mates was about compatibility and being an equal match—not equal in all things but able to fill each other’s weaknesses when it mattered.

While Rox wasn’t the first person he’d run with, though the rest were all as a teen before the attack. And none of them had been so…

Fulfilling?

Exhilarating?

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