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  “Uh-huh. Damn. Damn, Len.” He laughed, rubbed their cheeks together.

  The wind picked up, practically tossing them off the deck. “Shit.” Galen laughed. “We should go in.”

  “Yeah. Yeah.” They headed for the house, the thunder booming behind them.

  Galen slipped his hand into Shane’s, pulling him along, turning to kiss him as they got in the door, lips wet with rain. The kiss was fiery, rain-soaked bodies pressing together like a hand in a glove.

  They stripped off sopping wet clothes, letting them fall on the tile floor of the kitchen. Galen squeezed his ass when it was bare, lifting him against that big body, skin warming so fast.

  “Fucking love you, Galen Frost.” He dove into another kiss, shaking as the lightning hit close by.

  Jerking against him, Galen grunted, took the kiss hard and deep, tongue pushing in. They moved until his back hit the door, Galen pressing right in, humping against him. One of his legs wrapped around Galen’s hip, tugging them closer together, nails dragging right on up Galen’s spine.

  “Uhn. Darlin’, you’re just….” He loved it when Galen lost the words, gave up, and started biting and sucking, bruising his skin.

  Shane started moaning, babbling, promises, and threats just pouring out of him. The glass rattled behind his head as the wind swept past the house, adding to the excitement of Galen’s cock against his belly, Galen’s hands on his skin. Galen grabbed his other leg, pulled it up until he was wrapped around Galen’s waist.

  Sweet fuck, the man was strong. “Need. Galen, fuck.”

  “Uh-huh. Need you. I… oh shit, lover.” He could tell Galen was close again already, could feel it in the jerky rhythm, the wet cock.

  He leaned forward, bit Galen’s earlobe hard. “Got me. For fucking ever.”

  “Yeah. Oh, darlin’, yeah.” They rocked, Galen pushing him hard, cock finally jerking against his lower belly, hot spunk covering his skin as Galen shot.

  “Mmm….” He rubbed, nuzzling Len’s jaw, Len’s neck.

  “Damn, Shane. What you do to me.” He got a grin, Galen’s eyes so dark, so hot.

  “Wasn’t me. Was the storm.” He winked, bit Len’s bottom lip.

  “It was both. You get me going when the air is still. You get to me by breathing. We could go to bed. You could do me.”

  “Ooh.” His breath caught in his chest, and he nodded. “I could. I’m a big fan of our bed.”

  “Hang on, then.” Oh, caveman. Galen literally hoisted him up a little more and carried him to the bedroom. Shit.

  “Fuck, you’re something. Think I’ll keep you.” He held on, squeezing tight as the lights flickered. “We’re going to spend the evening in the dark, I’m thinking.”

  “There’s worse things.” Galen dumped him on the bed so he bounced. “We could light some hurricane lamps.”

  “We could. We could just fuck like bunnies in the dark.” He reached for the lube.

  “That’s a good plan.” Crawling on the bed, Galen reached for him, kissed him hard. “How do you want me, darlin’?”

  “Get comfortable.” He smiled, nuzzled in some. “I want to make you need.”

  Galen settled, stretching out long and strong on the sheets. The rough hair on Galen’s belly and chest and thighs had his hands itching to touch. “Can’t wait.”

  The lightning flashed again, and Shane spread Galen’s thighs, bending to lap at his flat belly. “Not going to make you wait.”

  “Mmm.”

  Oh, he could taste Galen’s come on that skin, taste heat and want and need. He slicked his fingers and rolled the heavy, warm balls, not teasing so much as enjoying, touching.

  “Mmm. Good.” Hips rolling, muscles bunching, Galen purred for him, stretched and showed off a little.

  He hummed, wanting, watching, tongue sliding along Len’s cock as his fingers stroked that tight little ring of muscles.

  Legs spreading, Galen opened for him, exposing everything. Those balls still hung heavy, Galen’s cock showing interest, but showing signs of their earlier play too, growing slowly. He could take his time, see and smell and taste everything.

  He did too, licking at Galen’s cock and balls, but lingering over that belly and those sharp hipbones and those softer-than-fuck inner thighs. When the lights went out, it made things even slower, nothing but the occasional flash of lightning showing him the way.

  That and Galen’s moans, his ragged breathing whenever Shane hit a particularly sensitive spot.

  He sucked up a dark mark on Len’s leg, then spent a long, sweet time shifting to lap at that tiny ring of muscles, loving the dark, deep sounds Len gave him.

  “Shane.” His name was a threat, a promise. A plea. Galen moved up, digging his heels into the bed and lifting for him. He cupped that fine, muscled ass, thumbs spreading his lover wide. He pushed in close, licking and loving, the heady scent of Galen making him as dizzy as a horsefly on a string.

  “Need you, lover.” Galen groaned, rocking against his mouth, cock hard now, hot, balls drawing up.

  He nodded. Fuck, yes. He was aching for it, way down deep in his soul. Shane slicked himself a bit, not wanting to push himself any closer, then set the tip of his cock against that wet hole.

  “In. In me, darlin’.” Galen opened up, took him in just like that.

  “Oh.” He leaned down, lips brushing Len’s nipple, collarbone. The heat was just…. Damn. “Love.”

  “Good.” Arching up, Galen took him in deep. So deep. One of Galen’s hands cupped the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss that scorched, would have made steam if they were still out in the rain. He wrapped one of his hands around Galen’s hip, pulling them together, driving them deeper and faster. Galen urged him on with harsh sounds, with hands and mouth. That tight body gripped him, squeezed him. He finally slid his hand around, grabbing Len’s cock and pumping. He needed. Now.

  “Fuck! Shane. Yeah.” Moving even faster, Galen humped up, hands scrabbling against his skin, short nails digging in.

  “Uh-huh. Come, love. Come on. Fuck.” He arched, rocking in deep, eyes rolling.

  Galen grunted, cock jerking in his hand, a deep flush covering that wide chest. His head snapped back, hips slamming into Len as the lightning flashed, blinding him as he shot.

  “Oh. Oh, darlin’. Yeah.” Galen petted him, brought him down easy. “Good.”

  “Uh-huh.” He nodded, eyes rolling. “Good. Love.”

  The rain pounded against the windows, the lightning flickering, their bed warm and dry and good. Galen was solid under him, chest rising and falling against him, hands pulling him close.

  “Helluva way to start the storm season, darlin’.”

  “Mmm… the best.” He just snuggled, boneless as a sleepy kitten. “Absolute fucking best.”

  Shane blinked, eyes closing as he almost drifted off. “You think Victor’s okay?”

  “I think he’s holed up somewhere with a pretty girl gator, fixing to make with the vacation in the south.” They curled up together, the house strong against the storm.

  “Cool.” He nodded, the image of Vic in sunglasses with some lady gator fluttering her lashes making him grin. Yeah, too fucking cool.

  Chapter Three

  “LEN, YOU wanna run out to the store?”

  “Len, you wanna go out to the bar?”

  “Len, you wanna go have a beer with Wade?”

  For fuck’s sake, he’d been listening to this shit from Shane for days.

  Galen’s phone rang, and he grabbed for it, itchy as hell and hungry for something to do that wasn’t fucking or sitting on his ass watching TV or moving money from one investment to another. “Frost.”

  “Galen? Hey, man, it’s Frank. Frank Waters? You remember me?”

  Frank Waters. Frank Waters. Come on, Galen. Think. Think. “Sure I do, man. How’s it going?”

  “You totally don’t remember me, man. I’m wounded. Seriously.”

  Well, fuck. Then, boom. All of the sudden he remembered Waters
—a publicist and all-around money guy out of Arkansas, he thought, one of those go-getters with a trophy wife and the perfect social media. “Shut your mouth, Frank. Of course I remember you. You and me went to that little hole-in-the-wall restaurant in New Orleans. Barbeque shrimp, you remember?”

  “I do. Cool. Cool. You interested in a business proposition?”

  He shook his head, a grin splitting his lips. Lord have mercy. “That was delicate.”

  “Who has time for delicate these days? I have this great opportunity to buy a semipro team, man. One we can run like they ought to be run. You’re on my short list of guys.”

  Guys with money, he bet. “Am I now?”

  “You know it. You have always had a head for business, you’re a former player, and you look good on camera. That’s what I need for this project. I’ll send it to you.”

  He rolled his eyes and sighed, listening to the sales pitch with half an ear, waiting for the opportunity to break in and just say “Hey, I’ll get back to you,” and when it happened, he took that chance and hung up.

  The pitch came in, and he started reading, surprised to find himself a little intrigued by the prospect, by the forecasted numbers. This could make some cash, could genuinely be successful.

  Damn.

  “Len, you wanna go—”

  “Shane, can’t you run down and clean the fucking bait shop or something? I’m fucking busy, and it’s pouring out there.”

  “What?”

  “I’m working, huh? Numbers.”

  “Right, because I’m not any good at those.”

  “That’s not what I—”

  “Right. I’ll be in the bait shop, cleaning. It’s a talent.”

  Shane turned heel and stormed out, and Galen sighed. Fuck a duck sideways. He hadn’t meant to…. Goddamn it.

  He turned back to his computer and shook his head. He’d let Shane cool down, read this e-mail, and then go apologize. Too much steady rain made him a bitch.

  THE WEATHER was foul. Now, Galen Frost liked his storms as much as the next man. Hell, with Shane around, he really got off on them. But this was a tropical storm that was too damned dangerous to get out in, and they’d been cooped up inside for nearly three days this time.

  A man could only play so much coffee table volleyball.

  He was getting snarly, and Shane was still pouting because he’d yelled—which he hadn’t; he’d just… grumbled—and now Galen fucking itched. He needed to do something. Anything.

  The offer to let him buy in on a team if he would do half of the marketing and cold calling and wheeling and dealing wouldn’t let up, wouldn’t give him a break. Galen had told Frank he’d think about it, and he was, but that really wasn’t what he wanted to do right then. Not really.

  So he settled on doing Shane.

  Galen was in the mood to play. To draw it out. He hit the bedroom while Shane was scrubbing the kitchen sink, little ass wiggling as Shane danced along to the music he had on. He set things up, rearranged a bit, and lit a couple of hurricane lamps, then stood back to survey his arrangements. Yeah. That would work.

  Nodding once, he went to collect a bottle of whiskey, a couple of soft washcloths, and Shane. “Hey, darlin. You done sulking?”

  “I don’t sulk. I was… pondering.” Right. Pondering. Shane. Uh-huh.

  “Pondering, huh? Well, I’ve been pondering something too, darlin’.” He moved up behind Shane, let Shane feel just what gutter his mind was in.

  “Oh.” Shane wriggled, rubbing right into him, eager bastard. “I like your ponderings.”

  “Yeah? Then you’ll like my plotting even more. Wash up and come to the bedroom.” Galen sucked up a mark on the side of Shane’s neck and wandered off, knowing Shane would follow. Soon. Sure enough, Shane came sauntering, damp shirt off, jeans unbuttoned.

  Perfect. Galen distracted him a little by grabbing him and kissing the fire out of him, tongue pushing in deep. Shane fed him a low little cry, one hand curving around the back of his neck, holding them together.

  Hell, it was distracting him too. God, he loved kissing this man. Wasn’t nothing like it in the world. Except maybe fucking that ass. He waltzed Shane over to the bed, pushed him down, and came down on one knee beside him, pulling at those jeans. It didn’t take more than a wiggle and a tug and all that skin was bared to him, tanned and lean. That sweet little ass bounced on the bed, cock filling and dark on Shane’s flat belly.

  “Mmm. Oh, darlin’, you are a treat, for sure.” He leaned down, bit at Shane’s thigh, licked Shane’s cock. “Here, sit up a bit.”

  Shane’s fingers slid over his face, petting, loving on him as that belly rippled, Shane sitting up. Fuck, he had to taste that too. He nipped Shane’s belly, licked Shane’s navel, coming up to pull the tiny nipple rings with his teeth.

  “Oh. Oh, that. Damn.” Shane went all shivery and tight for him, nipples hard as little rocks.

  Hell, yeah. He loved all over Shane, licking, biting, mouth moving. Little moans came from Shane, and Galen soaked them in, fingers running all over, finally moving down Shane’s arms. He took Shane’s left wrist in his hand, lifted it to his mouth to bite hard at the tender skin before moving fast, reaching for the locking cuff he’d gotten and tethering Shane right to the bed.

  Shane’s sweet blue eyes were still rolling from the bite, cock jerking hard by the time Shane realized he was bound. “Damn, you’re fast.”

  “It wasn’t easy, darlin’. I was a little wrapped up in you.” He grinned, kissing Shane’s nose. “But I got plans.”

  Shane’s right hand came up, cupped his jaw, tugged him in for a deep, hard kiss, Shane wanting him something fierce.

  He gave, kissing, tasting, hands sliding on Shane’s skin, ending on that sweet cock, giving it a nice tug. Taking Shane’s free hand, he brought it down before replacing his own hand with Shane’s, wrapping Shane’s fingers around the hard length.

  Galen moved back, off the bed, more damned reluctant than he thought he’d be. He sat in the big easy chair he’d pulled up and poured himself a whiskey. “Looks like I’m ready for the show, lover.”

  Shane’s eyes met his, hungry and hot, dragging over his body. “Show?”

  “Mmm-hmm. You’re gonna touch yourself for me. I’m gonna watch.” He sipped his whiskey, licking the edge of the glass, knowing Shane liked the taste in his mouth.

  Shane watched his tongue, hand moving nice and slow, thumb working the tip on every upstroke.

  Yeah. That was it. He was gonna tease the hell out of Shane, let Shane tease him. Then he was gonna fuck Shane so hard they’d both run out of pent-up energy. He growled deep in his chest. “So fucking hot.”

  “Just want you.” He could see Shane’s balls start to tighten as Shane spread for him, letting him see everything.

  “You make me crazy.” Shifting, Galen slid down in the chair, popping the button on his jeans. He sipped again, watching Shane, letting the need build in his gut.

  Shane’s hand slipped down to stroke and tug on those soft balls. That made Shane moan, shift, ass sliding on the sheets.

  Damn. When he found he was massaging his own cock through his jeans, Galen sat up, put his hand on the arm of the chair. “Harder. Touch yourself a little harder, darlin’.”

  “Harder.” Fuck, he loved to see that throat work, see those lean hips start to roll and thrust.

  “Uh-huh. I want to see you feel it. Want to know you’re working it. For me.” His nipples were as tight as Shane’s, his cock shoving and prodding.

  “Want you to fuck me.” Shane bent his knees, toes curling into the sheets. The bed was rocking, Shane’s eyes on him, begging, burning.

  “I will, Shane. I will. Promise. I need you ready.” He grinned, his own hips rising and falling, heavy denim rasping against him. “There’s lube there. On the nightstand.”

  “Perv.” Shane groaned, reached for the tube. One-handed and horny, Shane took a bit, but he finally got those fingers slick. The sight of Shane’s fingers drivin
g deep—two, then three—was inspiring.

  So fucking inspiring that he tossed back the last of his whiskey, let it burn all the way down, then stood and shucked his shirt and jeans. “Come on, lover. Get good and open.”

  “Uh-huh.” Shane licked his lips, hips bucking, cock slapping that flat belly. “Need.”

  “Yeah. Want you bad, Shane.” It was good, telling Shane what he wanted, what he needed. Looked like Shane liked it too. Galen went over, stood out of range of Shane’s hand, grabbed the lube, and slicked up his cock. Shane’s body fucking shifted, reached for him, begged for him. Those bright eyes were on his cock, tongue slipping out, balls drawing up tight-tight. His own balls were pulling up, his belly rigid, muscles jumping. “Gonna fuck you so good, Shane. Gonna make it hot.”

  “Always. Always do.” Shane went rigid, eyes rolling. “Sweet fuck.”

  That was all he could take. Galen’s control snapped and he lunged, coming down on top of Shane, making sure that trapped arm wasn’t pulled too tight. He took a kiss, feeding Shane the taste of good whiskey, tasting hunger and want. Shane drove right back, rubbing against his belly, hotter than the hinges of hell.

  “Fuck, darlin’. Burn me alive.” He got the head of his cock lined up, Shane’s fingers sliding away from that hot hole. Took him no time at all to slip right in, push in deep in one hard surge.

  “Yes.” Shane hissed the word, free hand dragging down his spine.

  Hot. Tight. Shane’s ass was a dream, making his eyes roll in his head. Galen growled, the sound deep, fucking feral. He bit Shane’s lower lip, lifted Shane’s hips in his hands, and started thrusting good and hard, his body demanding he move. The little low sounds poured out, Shane bracing himself against the headboard, riding hard.

  Close. Man, he was fucking close, right on the razor edge, just like that. “Shane. Yeah. Come on, darlin’.”

  “Uh-huh. Love. Fuck.” He felt it fucking everywhere, Shane going tight as a virgin, milking him as heat sprayed over that flat belly.

  “Fuck!” Galen slammed into him again and again, finally shooting hard and deep into Shane’s body, a deep moan torn from him.