“Are you sure you want me to push you really hard when you’ve got to ride all day tomorrow, baby?” Arvus asked.
Molun grimaced a little.
“How about I suck you hard?” Trill suggested. “And Arvus can fuck your mouth.”
Molun accepted this change of plans, and Trill and Arvus were soon happily making sure that Molun felt so good he fell into a sated sleep and wasn’t so worried about Cormal dying. Not that Trill wanted Cormal to die—far from it—but they couldn’t let Molun get hurt.
Plus, one day, his two favorite Mage Warriors would probably need to go on a ride without Trill as part of their job. If Trill wasn’t careful, Molun would think he was more well than he really was, and he’d injure himself.
Trill might be able to fix it when Molun got back, but he didn’t want him to get worse.
The next morning, they all jerked one another off, which was a lovely tangle of limbs and hands and cocks, and they had a good breakfast before getting on their way. Molun had been all for haring off immediately, but Arvus pointed out that they wouldn’t make it very far on an empty stomach. Trill asked for a packed lunch, just in case.
He had to admit that it wasn’t just for Molun that he was glad that Arvus called periodic halts. He’dneverthought he’d be grateful for not having sex, but this whole riding all day on a horse thing was giving him pains in his ass and legs in a way he’d never experienced with sex.
“Riding you is way more fun,” he told Molun with a pout.
Molun laughed and kissed him.
That night, they tumbled into bed at a new inn—Trill scarcely even looked at it—and just slept. Trill didn’t usually ride for hours per day, and Molun hadn’t done so since his injury. Arvus looked like he could probably keep going for days, but he was paying strict attention to how much Molun was exerting himself.
They headed out early the next morning, Molun’s worry getting more palpable.
But he still had his priorities.
“Assuming we’re not burying a body, we can have lots of sex at Brannal and Perian’s place, right?”
Arvus snorted, and Trill nodded eagerly.
Chapter Twenty-One
Cormal
Oh, Kee—”
Cormal was climbing to his feet before he realized that he was moving, getting around in front of the man, cupping his face as best he could.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s all right. Everything’s going to be fine. Anything that happens to me here is not your fault, all right?”
But Kinan’s eyes had filled with tears, and he was shaking his head, cheeks passing right through Cormal’s fingers. Cormal had the sudden realization that for every wish he had that Kinan would be well, that he would be happy and unharmed, Kinan was wishing it back.
And right now, he knew full well that Brannal or Perian could kill him. Cormal had known he was putting himself in danger, and he hadn’t thought about how it might make Kinan feel. Because he was an idiot.
“I think you’d better come inside.”
They both twisted at the new voice, and there was Perian, standing beside Brannal, looking at both of them with an expression Cormal couldn’t quite decipher. The elements were gone, although Cormal knew how quickly they could be summoned.
Cormal tried to pour every bit of reassurance into his expression for Kinan, then turned around entirely so that he was facing Brannal and Perian. Brannal was watching him like a hawk, and Cormal couldn’t blame him.
“I swear that I mean you no harm,” he told them. “I swear onKinanthat I mean you no harm. I wish only to talk.”
Brannal didn’t relax, exactly, but he maybe looked ever so slightly less homicidal.
Perian turned to go back inside, but Brannal caught him.
“They’re going inside first, and you’re staying behind me.”
Perian rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. Cormal did as directed, keeping his hands loose and fingers unclenched. Kinan put himself between Cormal and the other two, leaving Cormal to enter the house first.
