Page 108 of The Good Boys Club

YOU ARE SO FUCKING ALIVE RIGHT NOW! DOESN’T IT FEEL FANTASTIC?!

I swam out about ten, fifteen metres and spun around to watch Cian’s approach.

He was smiling, but he was also walking slowly with his hands on his hips, occasionally stopping to collect my discarded belongings.

Cian said nothing as he came to a stop at the end of the jetty. I half expected him to tell me he wasn’t getting into the water, but he deposited my stuff in a pile and began unlacing his construction-style boots. He pushed them off his feet by stepping on the heels, and placed them to one side, then he took his socks off. He was going to get in the lake and, I realised, also put on a strip show for me. My breathing had almost returned to normal from the shock of the water, but was now hitching again with excitement.

I watched my best friend unbutton his shirt, his eyes on me the entire time. He shucked his shoulders free and discarded it haphazardly—unCianly—on top of his boots. His T-shirt was next. The fabric brushed along his extended obliques as he pulled it over his head, and then his fingers inched towards his belt and his fly. He dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, and there he stood in only his underpants.

When we first met—when we were nineteen—Cian used to hide his body from me so much. He was skinny. Still was kinda skinny, but back then, he thought he was repulsive. If only he knew how often he’d made me question everything. He was beautiful then, and even more so now. I wanted to tell him, but I was too far away to give the words the reverence they deserved and I wasn’t about to shout them.

I also realised he didn’t have his tail or ears. The likelihood of us being spotted was slim, but not non-existent. After all, we were hosting over a hundred wolves who, for two months, were free to roam about Howling Pines as they wished. Hopefully, if we had any visitors, they’d see a couple of guys—the pack successor and his mate—enjoying a quiet moment and leave us in peace.

He still didn’t let his eyes move from mine as he dropped his boxers to the wooden slats. He took his watch off, then hisglasses. His face split into a grin as he cupped his junk with one hand and jumped into the water.

“FUCK!” he screamed the second his head breached the surface again. “Holy fucking shit! It’s freezing!”

I swam over to him, wrapped my arms around his torso. Instantly, he went from tense and stiff to putty.

“It wasn’t this cold last time,” he said, his teeth chattering. His skin was all prickled with goosebumps against mine. I kissed him. Couldn’t have stopped myself from kissing him if I’d wanted to.

“Ah, that’s because we were swimming in the shallows on the other side by the beach. It’s always warmer in the shallows. But sometimes you have to take a leap and dive straight into the deep parts.” I pushed away and made him chase me.

Cian was a proficient swimmer—a lot better than me. Mam taught the Cassidy kids to swim right here in this lake, but Cian learned in a pool with a private tutor. He caught up with me all too quickly. I tried to kiss him, but he slipped under my arm and darted off.

“I think my balls are getting frostbite,” Cian said. “I’m only half joking.”

“Okay, let’s get you out and warmed up.”

The jetty still basked in the last of the evening sunlight. I swam over and pulled myself onto it. There was a little rope ladder that hung down one of the posts, but I hadn’t needed to use that thing in decades. Cian followed me out of the lake, and I stared, mesmerised as the water sluiced from his naked body.

“Fuck, it’s colder out here than it was in—” he started to say, but I cut him off, pressing our fronts together, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, dick to dick. I tilted his face up and captured his mouth with mine.

“Listen,” I said, burying my nose in the crook of his neck again. I already missed the smell of us too much to deny inhaling it anylonger. “You’re gonna have to tell me what to do. I’ve . . . never done this before.”

Cian arched his head back, giving me better access to his throat. “Oh, gods, does that mean . . . ?”

“That when I said I wanted to suck your cock, I meant it? Yeah, it does. But . . . I need your help. Also . . .” I pushed away from him and held him there at arm’s length. We were both half hard. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

He closed the gap again, melding his mouth to mine, and I eased us both down to the sun-warmed wooden planks, Cian on his back as I caged him. I worked my lips and tongue down his body, over his chest, his stomach, and then up his thighs. I scooted down, still lying next to him, until my face was level with his dick. We were both hard now. Cian supported his weight on his elbows so he could watch.

Ugh, fuck, that was so hot. My best friend was going to watch me suck him. My own cock slapped against my stomach, suddenly desperate for attention.

Last night I got to see Cian fuck his own hand, and while it was the single most hottest thing I’d ever witnessed, I hadn’t explored that part of his body yet. I used this opportunity to trace feather-soft fingertips over every inch of him I could reach. I waited and listened for his cues, for the little gasps of air or the knotting of brows, the parting of his lips.

Behind his knees, the very tops of his thighs where they met his pelvis, his taint, and the base of his cock where his knot would swell, all seemed to be his magic spots. The places that made him whine and jerk his hips up, and made me lightheaded with my newfound power. He leaked precum onto his stomach, and I could say with absolute honesty, I had never been more horny and excited in my entire life.

Or more nervous.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked up. His eyes fluttered shut, his Adam’s apple bobbed. This moment was so tender and hot, and I really didn’t want to spoil it, but . . .

“Um . . . foreskin . . . What do I do with it?” I had expected it to automatically retract, like a fucking shop door or something, but it was still there. Still covering the entire head with only a tiny circle of crown visible. “Do I pull it back? Or . . .” Suck it as it was? Wouldn’t that be like sucking on a lollypop with the plastic wrapper still on?

Cian lifted his eyes to me. A smile split his features. “Don’t pull it back.” He must have seen the worry on my face. “Not right now, anyway. We need to work up to it. It’s too sensitive at first, but after a while, if your jaw aches or you get bored, it’s a good way to make me come instantly. A great finisher move.”

“Okay,” I said. I could do that. I wrapped my fist around his base again, where his knot would later swell, lifted his cock away from his stomach, and licked the precum from his sheathed head.

“Oh, gods.” Cian tilted his face up to the sky. “Fuck, that’s . . . Holy hell.”

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