“How was it?”
“Amazing.” Rawling grinned.
“Great. Scottie finished work, and Mrs. Ardilla is with Eira. We have one hour.”
My mate paused, and we shared a glance. “So we have alone time?”
Jack made a face. “I’m out of here.” She took off.
Rawling swayed his butt and strolled over to me. He walked his fingers up my arm. “Wonder what we could do with sixty minutes?”
If we were going to get back to the infirmary in an hour, we’d have to hurry.
“I’d say we fuck.”
“Phelan!” My mate slapped my ass.
“What? Isn’t that what you said to me, pretty much, after we broke up and got back together?”
“Maybe. Me saying that was whatgotus back together and probably gave us Eira.”
“Let’s hurry.” I took his arm, and we raced over the grass to the gym. It was locked, but I’d copied the key soon after we first had sex in case we wanted to fuck there again.
Removing the key from my pocket, I unlocked the door and turned on the lights.
My mate shivered. “I remember we’d just finished archery practice, and you came up behind me.”
I yanked him close so his butt was pressing on my arousal, and I whispered, “Like this?”
Rawling groaned and ground his ass on my cock. “Mmmm. Something like that.”
Reaching around, I rubbed his swollen cock, and he arched his back.
“When you stripped off your shirt that day, I admired your tattoo, having no idea why you’d chosen to have a wolf etched on your skin and why it was so huge.”
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my hard-on. “And that wasn’t the only thing that was huge.”
My mate giggled and swung around. He ordered me to get rid of my pants and underwear, and my cock bounded out. “Did I say that?” He trailed a finger over my shaft, making goosebumps parade over my skin and placed his lips on my ear. “I don’t recall using the word huge?”
Rawling wrapped his fingers around my length and tugged. “I remember thinking your dick needed to be worshipped.” He laughed, and it echoed around the empty gym.
“That’s better than commenting on my size.”
“Oh yeah?” He kissed over the delicate skin on my throat and nipped me. That delicious melding of pleasure and pain sent more blood surging to my cock.
“Take off your shirt.”
“Is this where we get to the worshipping?” I wanted to be inside him because since Eira was born, we’d had more blow jobs than cock-in-hole fucking.
“Maybe.” My mate pulled away from me and folded his arms. “Tick-tock. Show me those abs and that tattoo.”
My first thought was to rip off the buttons and fling the shirt away. Instead, I undid the top one as Rawling tapped his foot on the floor. He rolled his eyes and told me to hurry up.
After I undid the next two buttons, he yelled, “Enough,” and stalked over to me. “You forget that last time we fucked here, I was a human, pretending to be latent.” He smacked my butt a lot harder than the first time, and my body tingled.
He ripped off my shirt, shredding it. Adrenaline surged through me, creating or maybe transforming into lust. I took deep breaths, trying to contain my desire as Rawling kissed my tattoo while fondling my hard length.
Thank gods he wasn’t wearing his uniform or that blazer and tie would have been fit for nothing but rags.
