Page 19 of Running with Direwolves
Grady closed his eyes and tipped his head back so his crown rested on the wall. Water sluiced over his chin, his neck, and down his tense body.
Tarl began to jerk him off. Firm, steady movements as though he knew from practice just how Grady liked it.
“Fuck, yeah,” Grady grunted, his fists clenching at his sides. “That’s it, but be quick.”
Tarl sped up, watching Grady’s face closely as he worked him.
Grady locked his knees. Each time Tarl rubbed him to theroot, the tip of his cock protruded from Tarl’s fist. It was very domed with a thickly flared glans.
Sienna felt her nipples tingle as a shot of desire went through her body. Damn, Grady had been impressive as a direwolf but he was incredible as a man. She rubbed her fingers over her palms wondering what his hard cock would feel like at this moment, just before he came.
“Fuck…” Grady gasped. “Yeah … more…”
Tarl didn’t reply, he was also breathing fast, his breath hitching and his teeth gritted.
“Ah! Yeah.” Grady snapped his hand out and gripped Tarl’s shoulder. “Fuck…”
Pearly fluid burst from his cock and instantly became washed away by the stream of water.
“Fuck … I needed that.” Grady was gasping for breath as he continued to come. His entire body trembled and he let out a long groan.
And then he reached for Tarl, dragged him close, and set his mouth over his in a ravenous kiss.
Sienna stepped back and swallowed, her mouth dry. She shouldn’t have seen that. But hell, they were in her shower and hadn’t closed the bathroom door. This was her place.
She turned and dropped her keys in a ceramic bowl. “I’m home. I’ve got pizza,” she called loudly and probably overly jovial.
The shower went off, and by the time she’d reached the refrigerator and poured a glass of wine, Tarl was behind her with a white towel wrapped around his waist. It did nothing to cover the fact he still had an erection.
“Smells incredible,” he said.
“Yeah, they’re pretty reliable down there.” She avoided staring at his groin or glancing in the direction of the bathroom. “Want a beer?”
“Sure, thanks. Grady will have one too.”
She didn’t reply and set the drinks on the table before lifting the lid on a pepperoni and taking a slice.
Tarl turned his back to her and dropped the towel.
As she bit into melty cheese she admired his high tight ass cheeks with little dimples on the sides. He pulled on sweats and turned to her with a knowing glint in his eyes.
He knew she’d ogled him. But thank goodness he didn’t know she’d watched him jerking off Grady.
A needle of irritation poked her again. How could he have flirted, seduced her, made love to her when he was in a relationship? Because he clearly was. Why else would he have been prepared to take such risks to save Grady?
Grady wandered into the room fully dressed and scrubbing his wet hair with a small blue towel. “Looks good. What do we owe you?”
“Nothing.” She shrugged and carried on eating.
A siren wailed on the street outside.
“Looking for me?” Grady said as he held both beer and pizza.
“If Ted has spotted you’re missing, then maybe.” The pizza suddenly seemed heavy on its way to her stomach. “But he probably won’t have, he’ll presume you’re sleeping in the shadows. It will be morning before the alarm goes out.”
“And we need to be gone.” Tarl frowned. “What time is the first train north? We should get to the border as soon as possible.”
Sienna set down her pizza and reached for her phone.
