Page 98 of Covenant

Matthias huffs. “Jesus, Wy, you scream like a baby.”

“I wasn’t screaming,” I say, my cheeks flaming.

“You were,” Bron says, wiggling his finger against his ear. “Hurt my ears, man. Even the birds took off.”

Matthias’s hands tighten on me and he gently shakes me. “Seriously, Wy. Watch where you step. You could have died.”

“If I die, then I won’t have to hike back down, will I? Might be worth it.”

He purses his lips, trying to hide his smile. “Seriously, Wy. Don’t die. I couldn’t bear it. You didn’t even try to stop your descent.”

“I was tired. Everything hurts.”

“I’ll make sure you walk away from the edge then.”

I meet his stare, something serious moving through it, and nod. “Yeah, okay, and I’ll try not to almost die again.”

“Good to hear it.”

His arm goes around my waist and he drags me toward a safer spot, one less wet and slippery. Bron is lying back, his eyes closed as he snoozes. He seems like one of those people who can close his eyes and just fall into the deepest sleep. Must be nice.

“I’m sorry this was so miserable for you,” Matthias says as we take a seat, and he reaches into the small backpack he brought and hands me a sandwich.

My stomach rumbles loudly as I unwrap it. “Well, a hike is always a good idea in theory.”

“In theory. But you’re miserable. You didn’t like hiking even when we were kids.”

“I’m out of shape and a wuss.”

“You are a bit of a crybaby when it comes to pain. It’s a good thing you’re not a bottom.”

When he says those words, my dick perks up again. No longer near death, it seems to have gotten a second wind. “Is it painful?”

“No,” he huffs. “And if it is, it’s only for a moment before it feels so fucking good.”

I bite my lip, wanting to bend him over this rock and stick myself right inside of that hole. The one that’s been teasing me all day. But I don’t. Obviously not. The guide is here with us and even though he’s snoring, I’m not into exhibitionism.

I don’t want anyone seeing Matthias the way I saw him last night. That’s for me, and me alone.

Doesn’t mean I can’t tease him a bit though.

I take a bite of my sandwich and chew, looking at Matthias as he does the same. He leans back, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I see the tan skin of his abdomen. I want to touch it, want to run my hands along it and up to his sensitive nipples. I want to drag my tongue along that tattoo.

I set my sandwich down, turning toward him slightly. Our legs brush, my hand slipping to his exposed skin, and I drag it up and up until my fingertips swirl around his nipple.

He stares at me, his breathing becoming labored as I tweak it.

A snore from the guide has me freezing, but he’s still sleeping. Probably won’t wake up until we physically jostle him. So, I resume what I’m doing, pulling on that hard nub until he’s biting his bottom lip to keep his moans inside.

I switch to the other side, and his tongue peeks out.

I lean forward and brush my lips across his. His hand moves into my hair as he attacks my mouth, eager for more.

But before we can take it any further, I see something out of the corner of my eye rushing toward us—a furry ball of brown—and I squeal, jumping into Matthias’s lap. Bron scrambles up onto his feet.

“Oh fuck! What is it? Is it an anaconda?”

“There are fucking snakes out here?” I squeak, and Matthias laughs so loud he chokes.

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