Page 89 of Another Man’s Treasure

The only thing better’ll be when the pixie twins splash us all over the cover of the Gulch Gossip. I literally don’t think I can wait for that, and I’m sure they’re gonna do it.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispers. “Gods, I need you, baby. Fuck the green beans. Come to bed with me.”

Laughing, I hop off the island and dash around the other side again. “Wild. Lemon, Bluebell, their mates, your mama, and Willa are all coming here for dinner. They’ll be here in, like, half an hour!”

“Plenty of time for what I need,” he growls.

“Noooo!” I howl as I take off up into the air where he can’t reach me. As I stare at him scowling below, I resist the urge to snark that he’s likely regretting expanding the vertical space in the house, because it gives me a totally great escape plan.

“Get down here,” he commands, and the confidence in his tone raises the tiny hairs on my nape.

I’m helpless when he uses that voice on me, so I sink back down to where he is.

Wild grabs me, tosses me over his shoulder and heads for the bedroom. “I can do thirty minutes,” he promises. “You don’t wanna miss this, mate.”

Threading my arms around his neck, I smile. “Well, when you make it sound so appealing, I guess not.”

He presses his forehead to mine, nuzzling me with his nose. “It’s time, baby.”

Everything in me tightens. We’ve talked about this since the day we moved into the ranch.

The fact that we have company coming is totally forgotten.

Wild carries me back to our room and sets me on the bed. I make quick work of shedding my clothes so I can watch him do the same. He pulls his white tee over his head, revealing that stacked core I love to bite. When he shoves the jeans down, I sigh at the way his cock bobs heavily against his left thigh.

I like to bite all of that too.

He sinks into the nest, and the edge dips under his body. Parting my legs, I recline against the plush pillows and wait for him to climb fully over me. He rests his body on top of mine, covering me with all that perfect warmth.

A smile pulls my lips up. “You are such a good Oz-warmer, you know that?”

“Mmm.” That’s all he says as he brings his mouth to my shoulder and bites softly.

I arch into him, desperate for more of that hot mouth and soft tongue. His cock rubs against mine as he presses his hips to me. He’s already leaking precum, and it drips onto my skin as I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations he drags from my body.

He bites again, this time at the top of my trap. Then another time at the base of my neck. And finally, just beneath my ear. I cry out at that one, heat flaring through me as my cock kicks between us.

Wild lets out a happy-sounding groan and sits up, staring at our dicks. He shuffles backward enough to press the tips together, rubbing his over mine and depositing sticky strings of precum. Like always, I can’t stop staring at the way he touches us.

His fingers wrap reverentially around our lengths, stroking once until precum streams from my throbbing tip. Like every time he commands my body, I’m helpless in his arms. Every look, every touch, every taste of Wild is heaven to me.

“I never knew it’d be like this.”

I don’t realize I even said that aloud until he grins and reaches down with both hands. “Like what, baby? So perfect?” He grips his foreskin and stretches it over the very tip of my cock.

Gasping, I surge upright as he does it again and again. The warmth is almost like a mouth, sticky and wet.

“We’re perfect, aren’t we?” He smiles as he pulls his foreskin fully over my cockhead and the first few inches of my dick.

Cheeks flushing hot, I watch as he holds me inside of him and pulls back, then thrusts once. Suction tightens around my tip, and I spurt precum. Slippery, wet sounds ring out in our room as he jerks us, keeping enough tension for his skin to remain tight around us.

“You’re perfect,” he says on a breathy moan, “and I will never, ever get enough of you. I don’t know if I say it enough, Oz, but I love you.”

My hips move entirely of their own accord, spongy cockhead pressing against his over and over as precum coats us both.

“Need your mark on me,” he growls out, thrusting a little harder. “Need you to claim me, baby.”

Possession rages through me, and I surge forward to kiss him. I can barely reach him from this angle, and our cocks pop apart long enough for me to hiss at the loss of him. Then we crash together, my mouth hungry on his as I nip and bite my way up that perfect neck.