Nate’s mouth dropped open, but he didn’t know why he was surprised. “Of course we’re flying. Of course.”
Cooper gave a lazy shrug. “It’s the fastest way there. I didn’t come across the country not to get my quokka selfie. I made some calls yesterday, and I was waiting to hear back. Chopper leaves at ten, and we’ll be back for dinner.”
“Wait, you mean you didn’t pull extra strings and get accommodation as well?” Nate grinned.
Cooper made an exasperated sound. “I tried, but Jesus, Nate, I’m not a miracle worker. It’s impossible to find a bed on Rottnest in the middle of summer.”
He looked so put out that Nate had to stifle a laugh. Cooper Hudson might be a big shot, but no matter how important he was—and even if hewassome sort of underworld kingpin—he wasstillno match for the labyrinth that was the Rottnest accommodation booking system.
Nate almost felt sorry for him.
“Don’t feel too bad, Coop,” Nate said. “A Rotto booking is hot property. People book that shit a year in advance.”
Cooper’s eyebrows rose. “A year?Why?”
“Part of it’s because of the beaches and the quokkas, and part of it’s in case there’s a stray Hemsworth hanging around.”
“Stray…you know what? Never mind.”
Cooper ran a hand through his messy hair and stood there with one hand on his hip, sleep-rumpled and absolutely mouth-watering.
Nate took a step towards him, intending to get his hands all over that, but the tug and scratch of his stomach hair reminded of the fact they hadn’t cleaned up last night, both of them too wiped, and now he was covered in his own dried jizz. He wrinkled his nose and considered. Just because he needed to get clean, that didn’t mean he couldn’t alsohavesome fun. He stepped in close, settling his hands on Cooper’s hips. “Wanna join me in the shower?”
Cooper wrapped his arms around Nate, leaning in for a long, slow kiss before pulling back and husking out, “Yeah. Maybe I could give you that blow job.”
“Maybe we could trade.” Nate let his hands roam over Cooper’s sides and back, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the flesh under his fingertips.
Cooper let out a rumble from deep in his chest and kissed Nate again, licking into his mouth. Regardless of morning breath, it was still hotter than sin and made Nate want to drop to his knees right there. Fuck, what was it about Cooper that made a simple kiss so intoxicating?
Maybe Natedidhave a werewolf kink.
Cooper pulled back and grabbed Nate’s hand, dragging him into the bathroom with a determination that had Nate wondering if maybe Cooper felt whatever this was between them too. But he couldn’t ask, could he? What would he even say?
Do you feel like there’s a special connection between us?
Are you as attracted to me as I am to you?
Is this more than just sex?
Right. Becausethatdidn’t sound like his head was jammed fair up his own arse.
No, Cooper was just a man with a hell of a sex drive, who knew what he wanted—and what he currently wanted was Nate. Odds were, he’d be this eager whoever his partner was.
Nate wasn’t special.
But it was hard to remember that when Cooper draped himself round Nate’s back under the rainfall showerhead and washed his stomach and chest in a way that was almost worshipful. His hard cock pressed against the crease of Nate’s arse while he nuzzled and nipped along the curve of his neck, and one soapy hand worked Nate’s cock until he was right on the edge before Cooper dropped to his knees and sucked him off, a broad palm pressing Nate back against the marble tiles, Cooper humming with satisfaction when Nate came down his throat in half a minute flat.
It was no hardship to return the favour, because not only did Nate get his hands and mouth on Cooper’s magnificent cock, but he also got to see Cooper with his head thrown back, his mouth hanging open in silent bliss, his hands clutched in Nate’s hair, while he fell apart even faster than Nate had.
Whenthathappened, yeah. Nate felt pretty fucking special.
* * * *
The view from the chopper was breath-taking. The skies were clear, and the ocean sparkled as sunlight danced off the waves, a vista of rippling aquas and blues with white caps dotted about, adding colour and movement. The water varied from almost inky black in some spots to crystalline in others, and there were parts where Nate could see right down to the sandy ocean floor through the sea-green water. Even from this height he spotted a school of fish darting in and out of a great swathe of seaweed that was swaying with the motion of the waves.
When they reached Rottnest, the pilot circled the entire island. Nate got a clear view of all the bays and separate beaches that made up the coast of the popular tourist spot, where figures on pushbikes dotted along the various roads. Rottnest was just as stunning as he remembered, and anticipation bubbled up in his chest. Nate was a beach baby, always had been, and he couldn’t wait to feel the cool salt water against his skin. It had been too long since he’d done this.
He turned from the window towards Cooper so he could point out one of the spots that was good for snorkelling, only to find Coop wasn’t looking at the island at all, but instead watching Nate, his expression intent. Nate flashed him a smile and Coop blinked once, giving his head a slight shake before smiling, back from wherever he’d been.
