When he felt he had a bit of control back, Ahm began to move. His cock slipped in and out of Bryce’s body, his mate’s shaft bobbing freely in the air. Ahm grabbed the hard-as-steel flesh, stroking it to the rhythm he had set. Ahm couldn’t control it. His hips began to thrust his cock harder inside Bryce, the pleasure so damn good he wanted to howl with it. Spreading Bryce’s thighs wide, Ahm slammed his hips into his mate’s ass, feeling his scrotum tighten against the base of his cock as he drove deep and hard inside his mate.
“Ahm…I’m gonna come soon. Fuck me harder, please.”
Ahm complied, thrusting until the sound of their bodies slamming together filled the bedroom. He set up a hard, fast pace, pounding into the erotically writhing, willing body beneath him. Bryce arched off the bed as a breathless moan escaped his lips. He was overwhelmed by the heated tightness surrounding his hard shaft and the look of pure ecstasy on Bryce’s face.
Bryce’s channel rippled around Ahm’s cock, searing him, bringing him to the brink of the abyss. His balls drew up tighter against his body, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. His thrusts became feral and erratic as he sought his release. He could feel his spunk rising, ready to shoot, and he couldn’t wait to get off inside his mate.
“Ahm!” Bryce’s body arched, his eyes widened, and he stared at Ahm with a dazed, wild hunger for a second before his cock erupted between them.
Bryce’s muscles clenched around Ahm’s cock, making his mate so tight and hot Ahm could do nothing but follow the man. The burning grip of Bryce’s muscles, the wash of his mate’s own pleasure, threw Ahm over the edge. With a rush of liquid that would have terrified him at any other time, Ahm felt his cock explode in his mate’s ass.
As the last drop shot from his cock, Ahm collapsed on top of Bryce, their breath mingling as they panted.
Chapter Fourteen
Bryce woke with a start, immediately focusing on the orange sky beyond his window. “Fire!”
Ahm rolled from the bed, instantly awake and pulling his clothes on. Bryce yanked his jeans on, shoved his feet in his boots, and then took off from his bedroom, Ahm already ahead of him and bolting down the stairs.
“Fire!” Bryce bellowed again as he raced to the front door and outside. The barn was smoking, and it seemed the fire was toward the back of the barn. The blaze hadn’t consumed the entire structure yet.
Bryce needed to get the horses out. He quickly tied his boots and then rushed toward the entrance, throwing the doors open, and saw that the barn was quickly filling with smoke. “Help me get the horses into the corral.”
Ahm went for the stall door that held Buster inside. Bryce went to Hell Raiser’s. The horse backed away and Bryce could see the fear in his black eyes. He wasn’t going to let Bryce anywhere near him. The horse was afraid, and rightly so. Bryce just prayed he could get the beast out of the barn before it was too late.
His mate was back, going for the next stall when his brothers rushed inside. They focused on putting the fire out. Olsen worked diligently as he tried to remove everything flammable—which was just about everything in the barn. Chauncey and Chance used fire extinguishers, but they weren’t making any headway.
“I called the fire department,” Roman said as he rushed in and began to help get the animals out. “Why haven’t you taken Hell Raiser out?”
“He won’t let me near him,” Chance said as Lover Lost raced toward the open corral.
Bryce watched as Roman approached the stall, only to take a few steps back when the horse reared his front legs and kicked.
“We need Sterling,” Bryce said. “He seems to be the only one who can calm the beast.”
Roman glanced around the barn. The fire was licking at the ceiling, eating up the rafters. It was a large-ass barn, but he knew the structure would be engulfed in minutes. “I’ll go get him. But if I think it’s become unstable, he’s not coming in. Riley is not going to kill me because I let his mate get hurt.”
Bryce would hate to lose Hell Raiser, but he understood Roman’s fear. None of them were willing to risk their mate’s life—and especially not the lives of their siblings’ mates. Riley was still gone, driving the cattle to market. He would be devastated if anything happened to Sterling.
Thinking quickly, Bryce ran over to the water trough and dropped a blanket down into the water. He soaked it and then took it over to the stall next to Hell Raiser’s.
“What are you doing?” Ahm asked as he hurried back inside the barn after rescuing Rags and her newborn kid.
“Trying to lay this wet blanket on him. If the fire gets too close before we can get him out of here, the blanket should help.”