Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
Connal whistled, heading to the hot tub to bubble some.
Race was with Nolan, working on a bike. Rye and War had gone into town to have a beer at the Hogg, which was their wolf friend Quin’s bar.
He’d worked on a bunch of art finishing a commission for some rich guy somewhere up around Estes Park before he got cleaned up, and now he was going to go rest his sore muscles and bubble.
Mate? Are you home? Race’s thoughts were tentative, gentle on his brain.
I am going to the hot tub. Are you coming too? He sang it to Race, feeling the need to boogie. So he shook his ass too.
Goddess, yes. My back is craving the heat and bubbles, all the way. Race bounced over just a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel.
Connal grabbed him up, stripping away the towel and spinning in a happy dance. Then he plonked Race into the hot tub, letting him get comfy before climbing in as well.
Race made grabby hands at him. “How was your day, mate? Did you make some good art?”
“I did. I finished that commission for that recluse up by Estes. It’s a little wild, but so cool.” He pulled Race over into his lap. The tub was big enough for three grizzlies, and extra deep, so he would let Race use him as a seat.
Race cuddled in, straddling him without hesitation, belly rubbing against his. “Nolan and I had a ball. Good work.”
“Did you? That’s a good bike. I’m glad you’re fixing it up.”
“Me too. It’s exciting to see it restored.”
“It’s exciting to see you here and feel you.” Connal took a kiss, because he had to. That sweet mouth was begging for it.
Race opened for him like butter for a hot knife, a low, rough moan teasing his ears. He kissed that mouth like there was nothing else he wanted to do, fucking Race with his tongue. His body was on fire, and it had nothing to do with hot water.
He had been intending a seduction. Obviously, that was no longer on the plan. Now they were just going to have a hot session of making out in the hot tub.
That worked for him.
He was a huge fan of getting his hands on Race wherever he could manage it.
He intended to manage it as often as possible.
Race chuckled, rubbing against him, loving on him with those clever hands. He did love how nimble Race was. Race pinched and stroked and teased, lighting up his nerves.
Con returned the favor and soon Race was pushing against him then pressing back against his hand because he had two fingers rubbing against Race’s soaking wet hole. He didn’t have them inside Race’s body yet, but it was coming soon, and he could feel the heat already.
“Need more,” Race told him. “I need you to put those inside me.”
“Anything you want baby. You’re driving me crazy.” Con carefully slid one finger inside Race’s body, pushing it deep, though, not just playing. He didn’t want to tease, but he knew he had big heavy paws, and he wasn’t about to hurt Race at all.
Race rode his finger, rising up and coming back down, knees braced on either side of his thighs.
It rubbed their cocks together against his belly, and Connal groaned, feeling his balls draw up a little bit.
It was so good to feel so alive and, while he wanted to fuck Race really badly, he could also come like this. It would be great.
“You sure you want to come in the water and have to clean out the hot tub?” Race asked him.
“Filters are a little bit difficult to clean sometimes…”
“There’s that really nice padded chaise lounge, like, three feet away from the hot tub,” Race pointed out. “And I happen to know you made the frame out of solid steel.”
“I did. There’s even a blanket tucked away underneath it in the little container.” They had no reason to freeze their asses off while they were having sex, and where they lived the air could always be a little chilly even in the summer.
“Then let’s move to the chair. We can always come back and soak in the tub after.”
“Mmm…soak, sex, soak again. I like it.”
“I knew you would.” Grabbing his neck, Race clung to him, and he lifted Race up and stood, leaving his finger right where it was.
“Talented. Can you manage and get out of the tub without dropping, impaling, or killing either one of us? That is the question.”
“I can. I have long legs.” In fact, he could sit on the edge of the tub and put Race on his lap so they could just turn out, and he could put his feet on the deck. Boom.
Race was chuckling, bouncing against him.
“Are you laughing at me?”
Race snorted. “With you. With. You.”
After he stood, he staggered to the chaise, flopping down and making Race grunt with the pressure. Then he smacked Race’s ass with his free hand. “With me. Lord.”
“Race, baby, my name is Race.” His mate held his face and kissed him, the sensation fiery and wild.
Con felt it all the way to his balls, and he loved this. The wind was barely blowing enough to move the clouds, and he felt as free as he ever could as a human.
After very little time, he was up to three fingers inside Race, pushing in and out of Race’s soaking wet hole. Race was taking him so easily, preparing for his knot. “Please, mate. I’m tired of playing. Fuck me like I need?” Race was clear as crystal.
“Get up here.” Con scooted back on the chaise, lying face up, and tugged Race on top. He pulled his fingers free and lifted Race over him, staring into those bright, dark-brown eyes.
Race took him in — no hesitation, no stress, just surrounded him in wet heat.
He sank deep, his body taking long moments to adjust, his breath catching hard. God, that felt fucking amazing. Race was like a furnace, and he was so wet it eased the way even though Con’s knot was swelling wildly.
“Love.” Race dropped one heady, deep kiss after another on his lips, on his chin, on his cheeks.
“Mmmm. Yes. Love.” He gripped Race’s ass cheeks and raised him, then lowered him, getting a rhythm going.
Race’s bear was solid, lean, and Con’s mouth was dry with his need. He moaned, throwing his head back so he could thrust up, getting leverage that way.
Race slammed down onto him, grinding against him and meeting every thrust.
They rocked and groaned and roared. They slapped together, the chaise squeaking.
He didn’t even worry about whether it would hold. No, he knew it would. It was his work, dammit.
Moaning, Race braced on his chest and bounced, and Con’s knot engaged, making itself known in a huge way.
“Oh, fuck…feel that.” Race’s eyes were shining, alight. He licked his lips, undulating, dancing on Con’s lap.
And fuck it felt so good.
He was ready to be stuck hard together, which sounded far less fun than it actually was.
There was nothing like being caught inside his lover, having that tight ring of muscle milk his prick. And Race affected him like no one else ever had. Con had never been so fucking hard, so tightly engaged.
Not ever.
Race was vocalizing, the sounds winging out, filling the air, rough and wild and needy.
Leaning down, he bit at Race’s shoulder, encouraging him to fly higher. Every sensation seemed to make Race tighten down around him, and he was going to bust his nut.
Race reached between them, jacking himself good and hard.
“That’s it, baby. I’m so close. You’re so damn tight. Gonna…”
“Uhn.” That felt very much like an agreement.
He arched up, sinking so deep they might never come apart. And he used his hand to touch Race, too, stroking up and down.
At his touch, Race shot, roaring out his pleasure.
Connal watched, gritting his teeth and holding off as long as he could. He wanted to see every shiver, every grimace, every flush of Race’s skin.
Race’s body milked him, demanding his pleasure, demanding his seed.
So he gave it. Connal shot like a ton of bricks, his knot wedged tight as he filled Race up.
Race slumped down on him, covering him, heavy and solid.
“Mmm. Hey, lover.” He kissed Race on the top of his head. “Better.”
“Uh-huh…So better.” Race sighed softly. “So.”
“Me too. That was what I needed to heal up the rest of the way. Your fine ass.”
“I—You are a stubborn bastard. I fucking adore you.”
“I am.” Connal rubbed Race’s back. “Wanna get back in the hot tub?”
“Fuck, yes.” Race nipped at him, laughing out loud. “Can you manage me? You knotted pretty well…”
“Never fear.” He carefully moved them to the edge of the chaise so he could sit up. “And up!” They made it to the hot tub in one piece, and they managed to slip in without killing themselves.
Con was fucking proud of them.
“Wow, Bear.” Race chuckled, snuggling against him with a happy sigh. “That was impressive.”
“Right. Though you really helped with balance holding onto the rim of the tub…” He was so fucking happy he could explode. Boom.
“It was the least I could do.” Race vocalized softly for him.
He rumbled back, and if they weren’t careful they would bear out together, and he wasn’t sure the tub could take that.
About the time they finally disconnected his knot, and they were kind of prune-y, he heard his phone going off in the house.
Then Race’s.
Shit. That couldn’t mean anything good. He gently lifted Race off his lap and hauled his ass out of the tub so he could trot into the house to grab his phone.
War was calling him, and Nolan was calling Race. Con grabbed his phone to answer it, then handed Race his as he came hurrying into the house.
He answered just as Race did, both of them growlng, “What’s going on?”
“What the fuck took you so long to answer your phone? I need you on your bike and at the bar now.”
“Shit, what happened?”
“I don’t wanna have to tell everything twice or even three times. Just get your ass here. Suffice to say it’s about the bunny.”
“Let me just get dressed. We’ll be there in twenty.”
“I don’t even wanna know,” Warrick snapped, and he hung up.
Race had also hung up, and he raised an eyebrow at Con. “That was Nolan, He says Rye’s been calling him, trying to get him to tell me to come to the bar.”
“Me too. Let’s go.”
Race arched an eyebrow. “Can I get dressed first, asshole?”
“Well, yeah. I need to, as well. And we need to take our bikes, not the SUV. Not sure why.” But he was all for following the letter of War’s command so he didn’t get into trouble.
“Okay…weird, but fun.” Race did love to ride — Con loved that about the pretty son of a bitch.
Hell, he loved it all so far. Even the stubborn, ego-driven need to rescue everyone and feel responsible for it all.
“Come on, we need to get dressed.”
Pushy.
He was also pushy.
Connal dried off with a towel, then helped Race do the same before they dressed and stomped into riding boots.
He stole one more kiss before they went to the garage to start their babies.
They’d go see what was what, fix it, and then get back in the hot tub. Or in the den.
He had some snuggling to do.