“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 mea couplemore 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’tsupposed 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 Harrisonhadseen, 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.
