Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
The man sure looked willing and he did not move away.
Curling his hand around the back of Heath’s neck, Dayne pulled him closer. He murmured, “I’m still thirsty,” before dragging his tongue over Heath’s very firm pectoral muscle to lick away a remaining bead of water.
“I’m sweaty.”
What he just tasted was most likely perspiration and not water, but if Heath thought that would deter him… “A little sweat never stopped me before. I consider that a little seasoning.”
Hell, he once spent a night with a guy who loved to lick armpits. The riper they were, the better.
He quickly pushed that out of his head. Despite the exercise, Heath didn’t smell ripe, he smelled edible. He looked edible, too.
“So, since we’re alone now…out here with no one around…” Dayne started.
“Except squirrels and chipmunks and possibly bears.”
“Are you interested in working up a sweat caused by something other than running?”
Heath glanced around. “Out here?”
Dayne didn’t bother to answer the obvious, but instead, captured Heath’s mouth. Being “out here” must not be a problem, because the man returned the kiss with a lot more enthusiasm than Dayne expected.
That was a good sign.
Since Heath was only about an inch taller than Dayne’s six-foot, they were well matched in size. Neither had to accommodate the other by bending their knees or rising up on their toes.
When Dayne swept his tongue through Heath’s mouth, the other man sucked on it before digging his fingers into the back of Dayne’s head and deepening kiss even more.
Heath’s rock-hard cock was another good sign that he was willing to make the most of them being out in the woods. Alone. It didn’t take long for them both to be out of breath, no longer from exercise, but the fact they both wanted each other and had been waiting for that opportunity.
If all went well, the wait would soon be over.
Heath released his head so he could grasp Dayne’s ass and grind their erections together.
Damn.
Driving his hand between their sandwiched bodies, Dayne stroked Heath’s erection over his running shorts.
It wasn’t enough. He needed so much more.
He went for it by plunging his hand beneath the silky fabric and encircling his hot cock.
As soon as Dayne began to pump his fist, Heath groaned and jerked his hips away, freeing himself. “Ah, for fuck’s sake. It’ll suck if I come in my shorts.”
Dayne was worried about that, too. “I second that.” One accident this week was more than enough. He grabbed Heath’s arm and tugged. “Let’s go find a more private spot.”
Chapter Fifteen
“We don’t have a condom. Or lube.”
“One thing I quickly learned from running the resort and being actively involved is, sex can happen at any time, anywhere. Always be prepared.” Dayne patted his vest. “Like the bear spray.”
“Well, thank fuck you’re a Boy Scout,” Heath teased.
Dayne dodged branches and skirted ankle-breaking obstacles as they ducked through the woods. “More like a horny man with plenty of guests at his fingertips every week.”
“Lucky you.”
He sure was. “I have a personal playground that also pays my bills. I consider it a win-win situation.”
“I take it that you’re like a rolling stone who likes to fuck anyone catching your eye, but your interest in Cara isn’t quite the same as it’s been with other guests.” That was a clear deduction and certainly not a question.
The man wasn’t dumb. Dayne preferred a little intelligence along with his partner, or partners, of the moment. “No.” Heath was right. For him, Cara certainly wasn’t all the rest.
If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure why. He tucked that tidbit away and would investigate it at a later time. He’d only known her for a little over a day. Heath even less.
“I bet a guest never ends up in your sights more than once,” Heath continued.
“Not usually. But it’s not only Cara who’s caught my interest.”
“Apparently, since you’re dragging me through the woods.”
Dayne immediately released Heath’s arm. “If you don’t—”
With a crooked grin, Heath snagged Dayne’s arm and began to pull him in the direction Dayne had been heading. “I didn’t say all that. Where are we going?”
“Luckily, this area was a playground for me and my brother growing up, so I know it like the back of my hand.”
“Lead the way.” When Heath released him, his fingers trailed slowly over Dayne’s skin. Now he was the one with goosebumps.
Damn. He’d been thinking about fucking Heath ever since yesterday when he came across the man on the blanket by the lake.
Was it finally going to happen? Or would they disagree on who was doing who, despite them both saying last night that they were flexible?
Another few hundred yards brought them to a small clearing surrounded by tall pine trees and several huge, gray stones jutting up from the ground.
“Dylan and I used to play king of the hill here.”