Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Page A

around to test the water.
    “How cold is it?” Everett asked, taking off his jacket and pulling his shirt above his head.
    Cole grinned at him. “It’s actually pretty warm today.”
    Everett stopped with his hands on his belt buckle. “It is?”
    “Well, not warm, but tolerable. We won’t jump in and freeze.”
    The grin on Cole’s face let Everett know that he was thinking pretty much the same thing Everett was. They didn’t have to wait until the end of their bath to have sex.
    “I don’t think you know how gorgeous you look like that,” Cole said.
    “I—” Everett looked down at himself. He hadn’t realized the way he’d been standing, but it was suddenly reminding him of one of the many pin-up boys in those calendars. Shirtless, hands on their pants, as though about to take them off.
    Cole had once told him that was his favorite pose in those magazines and calendars. Everett hadn’t realized he’d been doing it.
    He looked over at his lover, warmth spreading through him. “I never forgot how gorgeous you look naked.”
    He was even more beautiful when he blushed. “Come here,” Cole said, backing into the water.
    His skin didn’t pebble, and he didn’t hesitate when the water came up to touch his dick and balls. The water really was nice.
    What a happy surprise.
    Everett couldn’t help the feeling of excitement that ran through him. He kicked off his boots and pants as fast as he could and practically ran to the water.
    Cole saw him coming and tried to swim farther in, but he wasn’t fast enough to get away from him. He grabbed Cole around the shoulders and brought his face forward for a mouth-meshing kiss.
    Cole might be faster than Everett was on land, but in the water, as far as speed went, they were on pretty equal footing.
    Cole put his hands in Everett’s hair and gripped tightly, just the way Everett liked and remembered, and he moaned into Cole’s mouth. Their tongues clashed as they gripped each other and fought for supremacy. The water was lukewarm, but definitely not cold enough to do away with Everett’s erection. He pressed himself against Cole, their dicks gently touching at first, as though they were being reunited.
    Cole lifted his leg over Everett’s hips and began humping against him, and the friction felt so good. Everett pressed back, but it wasn’t enough. He reached down and gripped the twin swells of Cole’s ass and brought him forward. The harder sensation was perfect, and they were both moaning against each other.
    “Fuck that’s nice. I missed you,” Cole said with a sigh. He threw his head back just continued to ride against Everett’s hips.
    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