Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge 01 - Spell Bound (21 page)

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HOUR
later we finally made it to the beach side of the park. Drake wore the biggest smile I’d seen all day. It practically split his face in two. “Like the beach?”

“Heck yeah!” he exclaimed. He kicked off his sneakers, flung off his socks, and dug his toes in the sand. “I’ve only been to a beach like once in my life. And I was ten or somethin’. My parents took me on a vacation down to Corpus on the Gulf Coast, and we spent the night on the beach in a tent. It was great. We had cookouts, ate s’mores, and even though we woke up to crabs in our tent, it was a pretty awesome time.”

“So you’ve had crabs before?” I asked as I discarded my flip-flops. “That’s good to know.”

He frowned at me, but his playful anger couldn’t completely wipe the grin from his lips. The wonderful childhood memory I’d unconsciously evoked refused to be cast aside. “Don’t go smartin’ off now and ruinin’ our good time.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I walked a few steps past him before turning and walking backward. “How about we try something?” I asked after I ripped my shirt off and tossed it next to my shoes.

He put his hands on his hips and arched his eyebrow. “What?”

“Let’s see how fast you can run in the sand,” I said before taking off in a mad sprint.

“Cheater!” he called behind me. I took one quick glance over my shoulder. Drake was out of his shirt and barreling after me like a pistol shot. I wasn’t exactly out of shape, but there was obviously no way I was going to be in the lead for long. His natural shifter speed made him more than a match for me.

A few seconds later, Drake caught up to me and made a surprising jump onto my back. The force of the collision upset my balance, and I crashed onto the beach. Drake landed half on my back and half in the sand, and his laughter echoed off the dunes around us.

I lay there for a while, spitting the sand from my lips while relishing the weight of Drake’s body on mine. He made no immediate move to get off me. He giggled into my neck, his breath spreading across my flesh.

“I guess I win,” he said.

We’d both won this one. He might have caught up to me, but Drake straddled my ass, and his groin pressed against my crack. How could that be counted as a loss? I closed my eyes, and I could see us in the privacy of my bedroom, our naked bodies entwined.

But Drake went and ruined it by getting off me. I reluctantly sat up and brushed both the disappointment and the granules of sand from my chest and face. “I think you like getting me dirty.”

He pretended not to care, even though I could tell he did. For some reason, messing up my usually spot-on appearance made him happy. He certainly didn’t seem to care that clumps of sand stuck to his bare flesh. He made no attempt to shake it off. “There’s nothin’ wrong with a little dirt in our lives,” he said matter-of-factly. “Havin’ fun means makin’ a mess sometimes.”

I smirked. “I like the way you think.”

If Drake rolled his eyes any harder, they’d roll right out of his head. “You’ve got a nasty, one-track mind, you know that?”

I shrugged, mimicking his nonchalant attitude. “It’s who I am. Take it or leave it.”

He pondered the options in silence for a moment. Was he really making a decision whether to do just that?

“Just so you know, that’s not a question you’re supposed to actually answer.”

He twisted his lips. “Pity,” he said before standing.

“What does that mean?”

Drake grinned down at me and offered his hand. “Well, you’ll never find out now, will you? I’m not supposed to answer.”

I took his hand, and he pulled me up. I overexaggerated the strength of his assistance and used the gesture to fall into his embrace. Drake immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, supporting me as I leaned against him.

With our bare flesh once again in contact, our chests heaved in passion that exited our bodies in warm, panting plumes. The muscles in his arms twitched as he pulled me tighter against him until more than our chests made contact. His groin pressed into mine, and a lengthening hardness streaked across his thigh.

I reacted in kind. My cock snaked inside my briefs, reaching out for the desire uncoiling before me. I ached to feel every part of Drake touch every part of me. It was a yearning I’d never experienced before. I’d met boys who turned me on, but Drake appealed to me on a level beyond the physical.

It was almost magical. What else could it be but what I had suspected all along?

“What do you know about being spell bound?”

Confusion crouched in his eyes, but it wasn’t from lack of understanding. He was searching for the words to explain what he obviously felt. “I guess I’d say it means meetin’ someone you’re so fascinated by that nothin’ you do makes that go away.” He hesitated for a breath before asking, “Why? What does it mean to you?”

“Do you want the honest, no-holds-barred answer?”

“That’s always been my preference.”

“It’s right now,” I said. I raced my fingertips up and down his back, following the dip and curve of his muscles. “What I feel when I’m in your arms and the fact that it happened so quickly. One minute I’m me, the guy I’ve always been, and then
bam!
There’s you. You’ve been all I can think about since we met.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Drake nuzzled his face into my neck and breathed deeply. “There you go again, surprisin’ the fool outta me.”

“I think I’m more surprised than you.”

“I seriously doubt that,” he added. He glanced up at me from my shoulder, and the last barrier existing between us finally fell away. Drake’s expression turned soft and vulnerable instead of hard and distant. His lips quivered, and his body shook as whatever emotions were welling within him bubbled to the surface. “I never expected to actually like such a jerk.”

I grinned. The feeling was definitely mutual. Drake was a shifter, someone I’d once believed to be the cause of whatever was going on in Havenbridge, but it wasn’t true. I didn’t need my magic to tell me that. Only my heart.

He peered over my left shoulder and let out a gasp. “Oh, Mason. Look,” he said.

A group of butterflies flitted toward us. It wasn’t quite the cloud that had visited us at Aunt Millie’s, but it was definitely more than a dozen. “Wow!” I said. Even though I hadn’t called to them, they’d come on their own, dancing and swirling around us.

“It’s perfect,” Drake said as he gazed up at me with his big blue eyes.

“Yes, it is.”

I grasped both sides of his face, running my fingers across his smooth skin before hooking his chin with my thumb and forefinger and tilting his head up. I leaned closer, decreasing the distance between our lips until they brushed together as gently as the beating of a butterfly’s wings.

And as the insects swirled around us, so did our heightening desire. I panted against him as he raked his fingernails down my chest and stomach. I pulled him tighter to me. I forced our bodies together while clutching his neck. I wanted my embrace to tell him that I wasn’t letting him go, that from now on he was mine.

And Drake got the message. He went limp in my arms, abandoning the reservations that had previously clung to both of us, and he gave in to my unspoken request. I was his, so we savored the promise made sweet by our kisses. His warm, insistent tongue found its way into my mouth, and I swirled mine around his, enticing it deeper inside me.

I dipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts. Drake gasped as I grabbed the swell of his ass, and he responded by clutching at my chest and dragging his fingers down my side.

When he reached the boundary of fabric, he hesitated. There was no doubt he wanted to dive in and take hold of my evident desire, and I didn’t want to stop him. I had reached the limits of my restraint.

I pulled out of our embrace and surveyed the beach. We had the place to ourselves.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward a huge sand dune. The sun had started to dip beneath the horizon, painting the sky a velvety purple. “I’m just moving us somewhere more private.”

“Are you serious?” he asked as I took him in my arms. I kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. His breath caught in his throat. “Out here?”

I placed my hands on either side of his face. His lips trembled in a mixture of obvious desire and fear. “I think it’s perfect. We’re on a beautiful beach, out here with the nature that you love. No one else is around. But if you don’t want to, I’m okay with that.”

Drake pressed his forehead against my lips. He clutched my back, then surfed his fingers down my spine. “I do want to,” he said. He dipped his fingers below the fabric, fluttering across the swell of my ass.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” he admitted before burying his face in my chest. “I’ve never—”

I tilted his head up until our gazes locked. “Me either.”

“Really?”

I nodded.

“I don’t know if I’m ready.”

I kissed the tip of his nose. “Then we don’t have to. Simple as that.” I grabbed his hand and led him out from behind the dune.

“Where we goin’?”

“I don’t know. Walk along the beach. If you’re tired we can head back to the car.”

Drake tugged me back into his arms. “Just because I’m not ready for sex doesn’t mean I’m not ready for somethin’.”

His lips immediately found mine, and the passion he’d kept reined in suddenly burst out the barn doors. He found the buttons of my shorts and undid the clasp. As our tongues dueled in our mouths, he grabbed my dick.

“Are you sure?” I panted. “There’s no pressure.”

His soft fingers wrapped around my shaft. I was wrong. There was tons of pressure, but it was in my balls, not between us. “Does this answer your question?” He tugged on my hardness, jacking me with evident glee. In response I slid down the dips and valleys of his muscular back, skimming along the border where flesh and fabric met before sliding to the front and undoing the buttons that kept his aching erection from my grasp.

I had trouble getting Drake’s clothes off. Drake’s slow, tight pulls on my dick had me seeing stars and my knees wobbling, but I finally managed to fumble his shorts open. I yanked down his shorts and underwear and was treated to a truly beautiful sight. Drake’s seven-inch dick, which had a fat, hooded cockhead, jutted out of a thick bush of dark blond hair. My mouth watered. I grabbed him at the base of his prick. Heat I’d never experienced from another person’s body rippled off his flesh in agonizing waves. A thin sheen of sweat coated his abdominals until tiny drops of perspiration slid slowly down his smooth stomach and disappeared in the blond thatch that surrounded his dick.

“Enjoyin’ the view again?” This time there was no mocking in his question. Only desire.

“You’re beautiful.”

He traced along my nipple until it pebbled. I shivered in response. “And so are you.”

Drake’s gorgeous, naked body mesmerized me. I had to touch every inch of him, so I stroked his cock in a steady, slow rhythm that mimicked the rushing waves upon the shore.

“That feels real good.” His grip around my cock grew tighter, and I pumped into his grasp.

I reached around and fondled his butt, running my fingers along the musky crevice before finding his center. Drake groaned when I brushed my index finger across his puckering middle, and he leaped onto my lips.

He let go of my cock, wrapping his arms around my neck. His tongue darted into my mouth as I traced slow, sensuous circles around his hole. Our thrusting pelvises crushed our cocks together as the sweat from our burning passion acted as the lube that allowed our dicks to slide easily against each other.

“I can’t stop touching you,” I panted. I moved from playing with his ass to gripping his waist, forcing our pricks even harder between us. I surfed my left hand up his back, across his shoulders, and down his chest.

Drake groaned and bit his lip as the friction of our slippery cocks grew more intense. “I need you on top of me,” he said.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I kicked my shorts and briefs off from around my ankles, and Drake did the same. I took our clothes and made a narrow pallet on the sand for us. We’d still get sand all over us, just not in the really sensitive areas. Well, at least not much.

As Drake lay back on our clothes, I stared down at his beautiful body. The ripples of his muscles, the slight dusting of blond hair on his chest and legs, the hard cock pointing directly at me. How had I lived my whole life without ever seeing such perfection?

“You’re doin’ it again,” he said. “Enjoyin’ the view from over there when you could be down here.” Passion painted the apples of his cheeks a fiery red. My gaze traveled down his strong, heaving chest and pink nipples, each nestled within a small circle of blond hair.

“You’re right,” I said, hovering over him. I ran my fingers along the ridges of his flat, muscular stomach and brushed across his dick, which pulsed against my touch.

“Please,” he begged. He bit his bottom lip and reached up for me.

I slowly lowered myself on top of him. When our fully naked bodies met, we both gasped. Drake immediately wrapped his arms around me, and I held his face in my hands. If my brain had been a camera, I’d have been snapping mental photographs of this moment, of Drake’s eyes half-closed in longing, of my darker skin pressed against his fair flesh, of his trembling body as I resumed thrusting my hardness against his.

“Damn, you feel good.” My lips lighted upon his, and my tongue forced its way into his mouth. He moaned and trembled as our leaking cocks slid past each other.

“You too,” he whimpered. “Too good.”

I knew exactly what he meant. I wasn’t going to last much longer. If we didn’t put on the brakes, I was going to come. “Should we stop?” I asked, out of breath.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” he asked. He grabbed my ass. He used the leverage to grind his throbbing cock harder and faster against mine. “I couldn’t stop if I tried.”

He smirked up at me before our lips molded together once again. As we kissed, our hard pricks thrust against each other, bringing us closer to the edge from which there was no return. Drake moved his hands from my butt to my waist, where he forced us into a harder, faster rhythm.