Chapter 5
A couple of days later…
Ayawning, mournful blast of a foghorn rolled in from across the bay.
Emerson’s eyes slowly opened to the familiar sound.
Outside, the sky was gray. It peeked in through the portholes of his cabin.
The rhythmic swaying of the water under the boat nearly lulled him back to sleep and it would have had he not rolled over and hit a warm body beside him.
He cracked open an eye again, his mind drawing a blank.
All he saw was a wild tuft of dark blond hair and a tanned, muscular back. That didn’t help his memory at all.
The guy snored softly, snorting a few seconds later.
Emerson sat up, resting his back against the fiberglass bulkhead that formed a headboard of sorts. He scrubbed his face with both hands before shaking whoever his bedmate was by the shoulder.
“Hey… dude… wake up. You gotta go.”
The man beside him growled before lifting his head and sleepily peeking around. One look at his face and the memories of what they’d done in the dark came flooding back. His cock thickened at the mental pictures replaying in his mind—though the man in his mind had dark hair and gray eyes.
“Where the fuck am I?”
“My boat,” Emerson muttered. “Time to go.”
The alpha eyed him before a slow, sugary smile spread over his face. “No morning round three before I leave?”
That wicked smile got Emerson’s dick a little interested. He reached over and snatched his watch from the small nightstand to see if there was time to play. “Sadly, I’m late for work as it is.”
He wasn’t exactly late. Harry had never given him a specific start time, per se—they often worked odd hours depending on when a fire arose and came in later on days they didn’t have an investigation, but he was trying to prove to his twin that he actually was responsible.
That meant showing up at a somewhat reasonable hour, every day, especially while Harry was on his long-overdue mating trip with Cassidy and Raimy.
The trio were sunning themselves on some yacht Quinn McCreary had loaned them while Emerson held things together at the office.
Since Charles Macklin had been tried, convicted, and then suspiciously died in prison, there hadn’t been many fires to investigate.
There was the murder he’d been quietly following, but since it wasn’t fire related, he was on the outside looking in.
He almost hated to admit he was growing bored.
Regardless, he had to be there, at least until Harrison returned.
The alpha sat up, pouting. “Well, if you’re already late… what’s a few more minutes gonna hurt?”
Emerson stared down his nose at the handsome alpha, telling himself no—but impulse control had never been his strong suit, especially when it came to forbidden fruit. He dragged the sheet off his lap and grinned. “Show me how badly you want it and maybe I’ll agree.”
The alpha wasted no time crawling over and suckling Emerson’s shaft to the back of his throat.
“Fuuuuck,” Emerson growled, sliding one hand through the man’s blond hair.
He was rock hard in no time, the tip of his dick hitting the alpha’s tonsils on every downward stroke.
Twisting his fingers in the soft locks, he forced the pace to quicken.
He didn’t have all day for some leisurely blow job.
He might prefer it, of course, but he needed to get in.
The second he felt close to coming, he pulled the guy off his shaft and slid out.
Standing on the side of the bed, he grabbed an ankle and dragged the alpha across the bed.
He lifted the guy’s legs up, spreading them out of the way and giving him full access.
“Shit, Em… that’s so fucking hot,” the guy said.
“What?” Emerson asked, frowning.
“I’m not exactly small, you know,” the alpha said through labored breaths. “I’ve never had someone manhandle me… not like you can. But then… you’re a big, big boy, aren’t you?”
Emerson fingered the guy’s hole—still a little gaped from the previous night. “Hand me the lube.”
He handed it over. “It’s hot as fuck. The manhandling, I mean.”
Emerson grunted, pouring a liberal amount of lube in the guy’s hole.
The alpha frowned, his smile fading. “All I get is a grunt?”
“What do you want me to say?” Emerson asked, not making eye contact. He speared two fingers inside the man and primed him for more.
“Nothing, I guess.” A moan escaped the stranger’s lips, and his head fell back. Pleasure always made men forget that Emerson’s bedside manner wasn’t all that great.
It didn’t take long for the alpha to become a molten, liquid mess in his hands, begging for Emerson’s cock.
After sliding on a condom, he dragged the guy’s ass just off the edge of the bed and angled his shaft towards the big, wide hole he’d made.
With one thrust, he was nearly knot deep, his teeth clenched from the pleasure of it riding against the alpha’s hole.
“Oh fuck…” the alpha muttered for the first of many times that morning. It started on repeat with nearly every thrust of Emerson’s hips. There were also a few “it’s so big”, “holy hell”, and “I’m getting close” mixed in, too.
He writhed under Emerson, his moans growing too fucking loud.
There weren’t many who called their boat home, but owners came in and out at all hours, day and night.
Early morning fishing expeditions left every morning.
He didn’t need anyone to overhear them—and then later see an alpha leaving his boat.
Emerson slapped a hand over his mouth, narrowing his eyes as he continued to pound the guy’s ass into oblivion.
His other hand worked up and down the man’s erect cock, double-time the tempo he set with his hips.
It took only minutes to push himself past the edge of reason. The alpha’s body tensed before shaking violently with release. Cum leaked from the tip of his cock and down Emerson’s hand as he continued to stroke, milking out every last drop.
As soon as his partner started coming down from his high, that meant it was Emerson’s turn. He pressed his hand to the guy’s mouth for a tongue bath while picking up the pace once more. As his bottom licked his hand clean, he gave him a deep dicking—until an orgasm finally slammed into him.
Emerson didn’t have to worry about his knot or getting locked together. The alpha’s hole couldn’t take it. When he’d tried the night before, he’d gotten a hand to his belly and a forceful shove back.
He pressed his face against the man’s calf, near the ankle. It forced his mouth closed. The sounds of his release were muted instead of the heavy groan that begged to escape. His cock pulsed—once, twice—filling the alpha with his load.
Emerson backed away, panting as he withdrew. The other alpha lay across the bed, dragging air into his lungs, looking boneless.
A few more horns signaled out in the bay. Morning traffic was ramping up, and he didn’t need anyone catching an alpha doing a walk of shame off his boat. “Time to go.”
The alpha lifted his head and stared at him, silent. “You can’t give me a couple more minutes to cool off?”
“What part of ‘I’m late’ do you not understand?”
The alpha scoffed as he slid off the bed. “Yeah, yeah… whatever.”
“I need to shower. You good getting out on your own?” Emerson asked.
“I’d prefer not to fall into the bay, if at all possible,” the man replied as he dragged on his briefs. “I nearly landed there last night.”
“You were buzzed last night,” Emerson replied.
“Barely.” He stepped into pants and pulled them up. “Go take your shower. I’m sure I’ll be fine. If you hear a splash, come out and throw me a life preserver, yeah?”
“Come on,” Emerson growled. He dragged on a pair of sweatpants and stalked toward the door leading topside.
As soon as he opened the hatch, he met his twin’s stare and froze.
Fuck.
The alpha behind him knocked into him, grumbling something under his breath.
Harrison sat on the deck, holding one paper coffee cup while sipping a second, eyes locked on Emerson. His brother wasn’t supposed to be back from his mating trip for a couple more days. What was he doing there of all places?
What had Harrison seen? Or worse—heard?
Emerson’s brain spun, searching for a story to cover why they were alone together. It was shadowed inside the hull, so maybe he hadn’t seen the man with him… but he couldn’t be sure. If Harrison had seen, hiding him would look even more suspect. After a second or two, an idea hit.
“Dude? Are you going to let me out?” the alpha behind him asked.
He glanced over one shoulder and whispered, “My brother’s out here. Be cool. Follow my lead.”
“Yeah, sure,” the man mumbled, shaking his head. “Whatever.”
“I’m glad you finally stopped by for that tour,” Emerson said, his voice a little louder than it should’ve been.
He turned to glare at the man, silently pleading for him to play along before backing out of the hold.
“If you’re serious, make me an offer on this bad boy.
Just remember, my price is non-negotiable and doesn’t cover the marina fees.
” He slapped a hand on the fiberglass wall beside the door.
“There’s a lot of good memories made on this boat. Still not sure I want to part with it.”
The alpha frowned for a couple of seconds, but he finally seemed to get with it. “Yeah… yeah… I’ll… work up the numbers and… see if we can’t make a deal. I appreciate you letting me swing by. So early. B-before work.” He glanced between Emerson and Harrison. “I’ll let you know soon.”
Emerson urged him to the dock and then pulled the lead line closer to help him up. As soon as the guy was off and on his way to the parking lot, Emerson slowly turned to face his brother.
Harrison continued to sip his coffee, one brow slightly raised.
“How’d you know I was stopping here this morning? You put a tracker on me?” Emerson asked as playfully as he could make his voice sound while feeling like he might throw up.