Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks (books that read to you .TXT) 📗

Because they were in the water, it was much easier to hold Cole suspended like this as he bounced the other man on top of him. If someone were to look at them right now, it would almost look like they actually were fucking, but Everett hadn’t even scratched the surface of what he wanted to do to Cole just yet.

The current here was also weak, just barely floating by them, so there was no danger of Everett losing his footing and the both of them floating down river, even though the water went up to their chests. It was just the two of them enjoying each other, just like they used to.

Everett broke off their kiss in favor of licking and kissing at the base of Cole’s neck, then his upper chest, until he finally decided to hell with it, adjusted Cole’s weight on top of him, and then bent his head to take one of those pink nipples into his mouth.

Cole’s breathy moans just became louder, and the back-and-forth motion of his hips became sharper and stronger.

Cole was about to come, and so quickly, too. Maybe that meant he hadn’t had anyone in a while. Maybe he’d had no one since he and Everett were separated.

He liked that idea. He only wished he could say the same.

“Oh, fuck! Rhett! Fuck!” Cole cursed, the water splashing around them as he moved harder and faster against him.

A warmth spread around his hips under the water as Cole came, and it was nearly enough that Everett came with him, knowing he could still bring a reaction like this out of the man.

Cole’s arms tightened around Everett’s shoulders as his tight body went lax. Everett pulled his mouth away as Cole relaxed his body against his. Everett never felt more love for the man in his entire life than when Cole put his leg down and rested his head on Everett’s shoulder.

Cole reached his hand down and quickly found Everett’s erection, but Everett pushed his hand away before he could do anything to him.

Cole looked curiously at him.

Everett had to get this out of him. “I’m sorry, for being a hunter, and for kidnapping you.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

“Yes, I do,” Everett said, lifting one of Cole’s hands out of the water so that he could see the bruising that was still on his wrists from when he’d shackled him. They were healing now, and the skin was no longer peeling, but he still could hardly believe he’d been so wrong.

“I put you in chains and threatened your life.”

Cole actually grinned a bit at him. “You thought I would turn into a violent monster at any second and kill you. I wouldn’t worry about it. I’m not holding any grudges. Not to downplay your apology or anything either, but I’m thinking that we’re going to have to get a pair of handcuffs for later.”

Everett would like to use the ones they had now, but all things considered, he didn’t think it was the safest time to be tying each other up anymore. Not with the men Everett had worked with on his tail. Plus, those handcuffs were made of silver.

Cole put his hand on the back of Everett’s head and pulled him forward for a chaste kiss. “Stop thinking about it. You’re forgiven. I just…I don’t want to be clingy or anything, but I’m just really glad to have you back, and I want to keep you close for now.”

Everett blew out a laugh. “I was thinking the exact same thing about you earlier. About how I was going to try not to be clingy.”

“We’ll set some ground rules later, right now…” Cole took hold of Everett’s hand and brought it down beneath the water. He wasn’t sure what Cole meant to do with his hand, at first, but then he felt the erection Cole sported, and his eyes went wide.

“Jesus Christ, it’s been less than a minute!”

Cole was still smiling stupidly at him. “I know. Isn’t it great?”

“It’s because you’re a werewolf?” Everett asked. He kept looking down into the water, trying to see the firm cock for himself, but at the depth they stood in, the water was too dark for him to see it. That was fine because he could feel it perfectly.

“Yeah, and it’s one of the best parts about being a werewolf. In fact, it’s tied with the actual shift itself. Now if you don’t mind too much.” Cole lifted himself partially out of the water and wrapped both legs around Everett’s hips. Again, being in the water made his body somewhat lighter to hold onto, especially since it wasn’t like there was a wall he could push Cole’s back up against.

There were more questions this brought to Everett’s mind, but his dick was still pulsing for attention between his legs and pressing against the crack of Cole’s ass, and his balls were growing tight and uncomfortable.

He shifted Cole around enough so that Everett could comfortably reach his hand under and press his finger against Cole’s hole. Then he stopped.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

“What? What is it?”

“We have no lube, and I don’t think the water will cut it.”

Cole seemed thoughtful for only half a second. “We can try it anyway. I mean, I haven’t had sex or anything yet, but I’ve been told that it doesn’t really hurt too much without it. Because I’m a werewolf and all. The water might be enough for me.”

Everett wasn’t entirely convinced, but his dick was doing all the thinking for him as Cole moved back and forth gently, creating a torturous sort of friction with his ass against Everett’s cock.

He had to try it. He couldn’t say no. “Let me know if you’re hurting and I swear I’ll stop,” he promised, putting a finger back to Cole’s pucker.

“No, just do it,” Cole said, keening a little as Everett got his finger inside.

He was tempted,