“Hopefully my last.”
They walked in silence for a while, their footsteps leaving a winding trail behind them. A pair of seabirds swooped low over the water, their cries carried faintly on the wind.
Demarien bent down suddenly, picking something up from the sand. “Look,” he said, holding out a small, smooth shell streaked with pale pink. “It’s perfect.”
Boone examined it, then looked at him instead. “Not quite.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And why not?”
“It’s missing something.” He reached out, brushing a thumb across Demarien’s bottom lip. “A story.”
Demarien gulped, then smiled a wobbling grin. “Then tell me one.”
Boone hesitated, just for a second, as if weighing the moment. The ocean roared gently behind them, the sky shifting into deeper shades of red as the sun dipped lower. “Okay,” he said finally. “This couple is walking along the coast. It’s cold, and the wind won’t quit, and the cute one is pretending he’s not freezing.”
“I am not—”
“And the scarred one is trying to figure out how he got so lucky,” Boone continued, his voice steady now, even as his hand found Demarien’s. “Because somehow, out of all the places he could be, he’s exactly where he wants to be.”
Demarien’s teasing expression faded into something quieter, more vulnerable. He tightened his fingers around Boone’s. “That’s a pretty good story,” he said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He stepped closer, their foreheads nearly touching. “I think it might be my favorite.”
The waves rolled in again, steady and endless, as they stood there together, wrapped in silence.
Something ran between them, click-clacking across their feet.
“Casanova’s back,” Boone said with a sigh, kissing Demarien’s forehead.
“He mustreallylike you.” Demarien felt his face heat as he put the shell in his pocket. “Ireallylike you too.”
“The feeling is very mutual.” Boone pressed his lips to Demarien’s, licking softly until the omega parted his lips. He took Demarien’s mouth, devouring him.
Demarien’s knees weakened, and he leaned heavily against the other man. The kiss broke when their need for air overrode their hunger.
“Come back to my place?” Demarien asked, panting slightly. “I’ll cook for you.”
“I’d never turn that down,” Boone said with a grin.
Demarien led him back to the cottage as the sun set and rain started to fall. While he and his friends had waited to work on the main house, they had focused on the secondary buildings. His cottage was freshly painted a bright yellow. Felix had repaired and painted the wooden fencing around the house and built a lovely arbor at each entrance. Puck had already worked his landscaping magic, planting flowers and shrubs. In the spring and summer, his garden would be full of color and life.
They went through the back, into a small mudroom. Inside, they shook the rain from their bodies, and Demarien toweled down Brownie. As he put the towel back on the rack, he felt Boone’s heat at his back. His dick started to harden. They barely touched, but the man’s body so close to his own made goosebumps spread along his arms. He wanted to turn and grab Boone’s wide shoulders.
Instead, Boone spun him around and pinned him to the wall, kissing him, his big body flush against Demarien’s. Boone’s lips were gentle, even as his body was hard. Everywhere.
Demarien’s tongue played with Boone’s, and the alpha moaned and tightened a hand in Demarien’s hair. For a longmoment, all there was in the whole world was the feel of Boone’s body against his and the taste of the alpha on his tongue.
Somehow, they managed to stumble up the stairs to the bedroom, their lips seldom parting and Demarien’s clothing falling behind them.
In the bedroom, Demarien peeled Boone’s shirt off and pressed kisses to his shoulders, then trailed his mouth down his chest. His fingers teased tight, pink nipples, then he took his time nibbling. Boone’s groan sent shivers down Demarien’s back, and he slid to his knees and pulled the man’s pants down to free his erection.
Demarien wrapped his hands around Boone’s dick and tugged, pumping him hard while he watched the alpha’s face fill with pleasure. He leaned forward and sucked the tip into his mouth as he continued to jack him.
“Oh, fuck,” Boone said, voice hoarse. He pulled Demarien to his feet and kissed him again. His hands slid down Demarien’s back and cupped his ass, pulling their hips together before picking him up and setting him in the middle of the big bed.
Boone grabbed the bottle next to Demarien’s bed, then a moment later, pressed a lubed finger against Demarien’s pucker, slipping the tip in.
