Page 45 of Un-Bearable

“Sounds like the best plan ever.” Race nipped at his neck, hard enough to sting. Any bright spot of pain felt amazing, giving him goose bumps despite the heated water lapping around them.

Con reached down and grabbed both of their cocks, pushing them together and jacking up and down.

They went from zero to one-twenty in no time at all, both of then panting all of a sudden, rocking together, water sloshing up over the side of the tub.

“Don’t get the salmon wet,” Race warned him, nose against his as he stared into Connal’s eyes.

“Hush about the salmon already.” They shared another kiss, and he pressed his fingers into Race’s butt cheeks to hold him in place. When he spread Race a little bit, he could feel how wet he was already.

“Need you,” Race mumbled against his mouth. “Ready to ride you.”

“I’m ready for that too.” He lifted Race and braced him against his chest to lean back so they could come together easily,his cock sliding right inside Race’s body. They had practiced this enough over the last couple of days that they were getting pretty damn good at it.

Con let his head fall back, closing his eyes as Race started to rise and fall on him, taking him in deep and then letting him almost all the way out.

His balls pulled up, his belly sucking in, and Connal tried to keep it together, but Race was so hot and so tight, wet, and perfect for him. They were like two pieces of a puzzle slotting together, and that might be a cliché, but that was all he could think of at the moment. In fact Connal was pretty sure he wasn’t thinking at all. He was just letting his hips rise up and letting Race slam them back down.

Then he started babbling. “I need you, so hot, so tight and good. Please, harder, come on baby, give it to me.”

Race threw his head back and laughed out loud. “That’s my line - give it to me, Con.”

Con nodded, grunting as he yanked Race down onto his cock, and they both cried out at that.

He moved harder, and his knot started to swell. He knew it wouldn’t take long before they were lodged together, so he had to get as much friction as he could right now. He thrust harder, faster, bracing his feet on the bottom of the hot tub and throwing himself upward.

Race did a lot of the work too. Muscles clenched as he rose and fell, pushing and grinding and holding on to Con’s shoulders so he could get more leverage.

When Con’s knot did finally engage, Race shouted into the sky, his cry turning into a growl as he squeezed down around Con’s body.

It took two more thrusts for Con to shoot his hot come, deep, insistent, filling Race fast and hard.

Race followed seconds later, his heated come splattering all over Con’s chest and belly. His gaze never left Con’s.

They slumped down into the water together, and Con was once again glad they didn’t have to get out any time soon. Their physiology made it possible for them to just sit in there and bubble away and they were well and truly stuck.

Race finally raised his head from where he had buried it against Con’s neck. “This is the best vacation ever.”

He pinched Race’s ass gently. “I thought you said this is the only vacation you’d ever really taken.”

“It is, but I can’t see how anything could ever top this.” He kissed the tip of Con’s nose. “You make everything perfect, Bear.”

No one had ever, ever told Con that before. Most everyone told him he was too much, too weird, too this or too that, but never perfect.

“I love you.” He reached up to Race’s swollen lips with his thumb. “So much.”

“Love you too.” Race hugged him around the shoulders and just leaned on him. Together they listened to the water bubble and birds sing and the low rumble of thunder somewhere in the mountains, which meant there was a cool breeze coming in off the rain and itwasperfect.

Even though they would have to go home and start working again, right now they had each other. For a bear who didn’t ever really hibernate, this was far better than a long winter nap.

This was most unbearably good.

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