Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(17)

"You ready?" Quinn said, his voice deeper than Drew had ever heard it. Melodic. Seductive. God, the man had a gorgeous voice. Drew had noticed that the first time he'd met him. Even in the throes of horrifying grief, his deep baritone voice had slithered from his throat surprising Drew.



       
         
       
        

"I'm always ready for you." Nathan's voice carried up to Drew, full of want and desire that made him shiver and wrap his arms around his chest. The right words from the right man, but not for him. He needed to go inside and close the door. Shit, he needed to get the hell out of Tennessee. Natalie's warning came unbidden to his mind. He promised her two and a half years ago that he was fine when she guessed his secret. He wouldn't come between them now. He wasn't a homewrecker. Christ.

"Race you to the bedroom," Quinn taunted from the chaise, in no apparent hurry to start the race for home. Nathan didn't seem to mind. He knelt on the tile beside the chair and kissed his lover.

Drew could hear Quinn's moan of pleasure, see his hands go around Nathan's wide shoulders and drag him to him. His hands fisting in Nathan's long hair. God, Nathan's hair was beautiful. His own fingers tingled from the mere memory of the silky feel of it. He'd known when he pulled it that afternoon that it was a mistake, but he couldn't help it. The last time he'd seen him, he wore a buzz cut, and the change made Drew weak.

"I want you now," Nathan growled, pushing him back on the chaise with one of his large hands. Quinn's answer was to drag Nathan until they lay together.

Shit, they were going to make love right in front of him. Shit, go inside, close the fucking door. Bury your fool head in the pillows and forget. Just fucking forget this fascination you have for Nathan-fucking-Truman.

He didn't move, he couldn't move. Quinn tugged Nathan's shirt over his head, his long, slender fingers pale on Nathan's back as he caressed the muscles covered by the dragon tattoo. Nathan arched into him, his lower body rocking against him. "Want to fuck you, baby."

"Soon," he heard Quinn reply. "Oh, shit, Nat-than," Quinn dragged out his lover's given name as he eased his legs around him. "I'll come if you don't stop."

"I want you to come. I want to hear you scream." Nathan pushed up on his hands as he slowly ground his crotch against Quinn's. "Shit, Quinn, your clothes are in the fucking way."

Quinn just laughed, and with a few quick, fumbling moves, Quinn lay shirtless beneath him, his skin lighter than Nathan's by several shades. They were such opposites. Dark and pale together in a meeting of flesh.

Drew shivered again when Quinn pushed Nathan's shorts down, his hands cupping his ass as Nathan pressed into him. "Is that better? Fuck, that feels so fucking good. I missed you so much." He heard Quinn hiss just as Nathan lowered his head to his neck. His body rocking harder, quicker against Quinn's looking for release. "Shit, Nate, shit, oh, shit, baby." Quinn's fingers pressed deeper into Nathan's ass urging him faster. "Oh, fuuuuccckk, baby. Naaathaan. Fuck." 

Nathan threw his head back, his body still now as his voice joined Quinn's. He didn't speak, he didn't call Quinn's name. As he tensed in release, his voice was a low, rumbling growl.

Drew didn't dare move, his body betrayed him, need gripped him so tightly the slightest friction near his crotch would send him over the edge. And he sure as fuck wasn't going to pop a load because he didn't have the sense to close the damn door.

"That was nice," Nathan said after a few moments, his voice startling Drew. The awe and desire mingled there caressed him, and he forgot for a moment that Nathan didn't even know he existed, that Nathan was in love with another man, that he would never have a shot-never-at being the one on the receiving end of the sultry silver gaze he knew Quinn was lost in at that very moment. "Now I think I'll take you up on that race."

Drew pulled in a quick breath when Nathan climbed off Quinn. His cock, still hard and magnificent, disappeared into his shorts as he zipped up, and grabbing his shirt, he took off into the dark leaving a stunned Quinn lying on the chaise, his gaze seemingly locked with Drew's. But almost as if he imagined it, Quinn covered his own equally impressive nudity and grabbed his shirt off the back of the chair where Nathan had flung it before he raced into the dark after his lover.

Drew waited long moments for his body to calm down before he went inside and closed the door. Tomorrow he would do the job he was sent to do and, with any luck, he'd find out what he needed to know so he could get the hell out of Tennessee.