Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(45)

"You feel so good," Drew sighed into Nathan's mouth. "So damned hot." He tugged at their clothes, trying to get closer. Nathan reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. Then helped Drew with his. "God, so much better." He held Drew's hips, unconsciously humping against him until Nathan groaned and held him still. "What?"

"If you keep that up-oh." But it was already too late, he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. "Shit, Drew, you're killing me."

"I'm sorry," Drew whimpered when Nathan opened his shorts and dragged them to his thighs. He threw his head back, a strangled moan escaping his mouth the second Nathan touched their cocks together, holding them tight in his hand. "Oh, shit, Nathan, that feels so good."

"I know it does, Drew. It'll feel even better if you slide-" It was Nathan's turn to moan as Drew pumped into his hand, slowly rubbing against him. "Yes, oh, yeah, just like that. So fucking good."

Drew growled, grinding his hips into Nathan, pressing tight against him. He pushed him back against the table taking control, pressing until Nathan lost his balance and stumbled back. He pulled Drew with him. Grabbing his ass in both hands, he settled him on top of him, and with a kick of his legs, he left his shorts on the ground and he wrapped his legs around Drew's waist. He found Drew's mouth, rubbing his tongue bead over Drew's lips, he slipped inside, letting Drew pull him in deep. Pain shot through his tongue as Drew sucked him hard, pressing the piercing with his tongue until he had Nathan groaning.

"Nathan, going to-"

"Me, too, feels so good, Drew." He sighed, arching his hips into Drew's, loving the feel of his cock sliding against Drew's belly, against Drew's cock. He gripped Drew's ass tight. Forcing the pace, he changed the rhythm. Drew's cry of release filled his ears, his mouth. "Now, baby. Oh, shit, Drew. Feels so-"

"Good," Drew said. Rolling to his side, he rested his head on Nathan's shoulder. Drew's hand on his chest steadied him.

Nathan lay still, letting the pine-scented breeze wash over him. Twenty years ago, he and Quinn had made love on the shore of this very lake. Graduation night, early June. When they'd finished, they'd gone inside the cabin and slept in each other's arms in the large bunk. Before that night, they'd skinny-dipped in the lake, kissed, and did everything two boys in fear of getting caught could do to each other here on the table, in the water, on the garage roof. Sleeping together every summer. Until that summer twenty years ago. God, was it really twenty years? He'd just turned eighteen, Quinn a few months before. "Oh, God, Quinn is going to kill me."

"I know." Drew found Nathan's hand and brought it to his mouth. "I should go, but I can't leave until I know Morgan's focus has shifted. I won't leave you to a power-hungry martinet just because you can't keep your hands off of me. But really, I've seen Quinn fight; he's mean. He'll kick your ass."

Nathan chuckled. He didn't mean to. Everything Drew said was true. He'd fought with Quinn enough in the past couple of years to know he fought dirty. "Just remember that when he's through with me, he'll come after you, and Drew, he loves me."



       
         
       
        

"Oh, shit."

"Exactly."

"We're so fucked."

"Well, technically, if you get right down to it, we're just 'frotted.'" Somehow, Nathan couldn't work up a good guilt. "What we just did, frottage, sexy as hell, isn't it?"

"Shit, you gays name everything, don't you?" Drew sat up on the table and dragged his shorts up. He took his shirt and wiped himself off and tossed it to Nathan to do the same. "I've got a change in the back. Hell, I've got everything in the back. I'm going to check into the fleabag motel as soon as I get back to town."

"Yeah, you probably should do that." Nathan wanted to argue the point, but sense prevailed. If Drew stayed at his place, he'd end up in bed with him one way or another. "Anyway, I think I should go back and check in with Quinn and Natalie, find out how it went. I need to talk to the deputies too. The Sheriff is due back Monday. He's a do-nothing politician but he'll keep things under control for a few days. They need to know that cooperating will get the feebs out of our hair faster."

"Nathan, I'm a feeb." Drew walked over to his SUV, triggering the electronic tailgate. He threw his dirty shirt in and dragged out a clean one along with a container of freebie restaurant sanitizing packets. He tossed Nathan a few. "Here, you don't want to go back smelling like sex."