Cain smiled sleepily and raised his hands over his head. “Absolutely.”
Mal trailed his lips down Cain’s lightly haired chest, one hand kneading the muscles a lawyer shouldn’t have. He bit a nipple, then licked it before doing the same to the other one. Mal took his time pressing kisses to Cain’s slightly soft stomach.
“Ignore the paunch,” Cain said, breathing heavily.
“Why would I ignore any delicious part of you?” Mal kissed his stomach again. “I love every inch of you.”
When his mouth reached Cain’s dick, Mal hummed in pleasure. He stroked Cain’s length, base to tip, then sat up and started working his alpha’s dick, licking his lips when he saw precum drip from the tip.
Mal leaned down and swallowed the head, sucking gently, while he stroked the rest of Cain’s hard length. Steadily, he tookmore and more of Cain’s dick in his mouth, sucking hard as he went.
Cain’s hands gently cupped Mal’s head. He looked up, enjoying the sight of his alpha’s face flushed with arousal.
Mal pressed his own dick against the bed, hips moving in rhythm with his strokes. He worked Mal’s dick for a while, then moved onto his balls, sucking first one, then the other into his mouth.
“Fuck, Mal!” Cain’s grip on his head tightened, then he was spurting between them. Mal barely closed his eyes in time.
Cain panted as he grabbed the sheet, wiping at Mal’s face. “I’m so sorry.”
Mal stifled a giggle and rolled over. “Finish me?”
Cain’s eyes grew heavy, and he looked very pleased at the sight of Mal’s hard dick. “With pleasure.”
Chapter 11
August
Iam the king of sneak, Mal told himself as he took photos with his phone. No one noticed him hunched behind the stall for Abel’s brewery. He was a ninja. The Hobson Hills Summer Festival was in full swing, and people were having fun. Children and adults alike ran from ride to ride, and each food and drink stall had a long queue.
Mal blended in perfectly. Yes, maybe he appeared a little creepy, but Sheriff McKenzie and Roe were kissing. It was too good an opportunity to waste. Cain would want to see this.I miss him so much, he thought, suddenly wanting to cry. It had been two weeks since he’d last seen him. Cain should be there with him, sneaking to take pictures of his friend’s important moment. It was clear Roe liked Sheriff McKenzie and the older man certainly returned those feelings. This kiss was their first and a declaration of their feelings.Cain should be here.
He snapped another picture and smiled sadly. “Good job, Roe. Cain would be proud.”
“Are you sending those to Cain?” A deep voice sounded from behind him.
Mal shrieked, jumping and spinning around all at once.
A large, muscular, bald man stood behind him. Wally – Roe’s bodyguard.
Pressing his hand to his heart, Mal took deep breaths. “You scared the crap out of me.”
Wally smirked and handed Mal a slip of paper. “Tell Cain I said hello.” He started walking back to Roe’s group.
“What is this?” Mal asked, scratching his itchy stomach. It had been irritating him over the last few weeks.
Wally looked over his shoulder. “The address to the house Cain just bought. You should check out the kitchen.”
Mal pressed his hands to his warm cheeks. Cain really did it. He said he was going to move there, and he had bought a house. Grandpa David was going to be so mad, but Mal needed to settle down in Hobson Hills. The baby would need to be near Van and Bianca. Cain would need to be near his dad so they could open their bait shop. Not that Cain or his father had any idea they were going to open a bait shop, but the town needed a new one.
Old Shakey owned the best little bait shop near one of the lakes around Hobson Hills. He handed out fishing tips along with a variety of different worms and insects. The old beta was past the point of retirement. Cain and his dad needed to buy the shop and run it. Shakey could hang around and talk to the customers without having to do any of the hard work.
“What are you dreaming about, young’un?” an amused voice asked.
Startled, Mal looked up, eyes widening as he realized who it was. “Oh, shit.”
Gramps Wilson leaned out of the back of Abel’s stall. His blue eyes and soft smile were kind and gentle, instantly making Mal’s eyes water as a surge of homesickness hit him.
“Haven’t seen you around, but I’ve heard about you,” Gramps said, laughing. “You don’t dodge cameras as well as you think, but Noah was real impressed with your moonwalk dance.His kids were more impressed with the toys you and your friends left in the stalls. Laurel and I enjoy your pranks. The grandkids deserve it.” Gramps scratched his chin. “Oh, and Abel’s dogs were impressed with the doggy toy beers you filled his desk with, but I was a bit confused. I understand the toy beers at the brewery, but why were there some toy bears in there too?”
