Page 47 of Courting Danger

Pope was panting, one hand on Danger’s shoulder to steady himself by the time Danger opened his eyes to see that the world both shimmered and blurred, especially around the edges.

“Boys,” Pope said, needing a minute to finish catching his breath before he finished speaking. “Think you can help Danger with a problem?”

Danger hoped the problem he was referring to was how hard and aching his cock was right now, because it was the only thing keeping the moment from being truly blissful was the need coursing through him.

“I can help,” Ocean declared.

Blinking, Danger turned his head to see that Ocean was only inches away now, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he crawled over to Danger. His hair, several shades darker than its usual gold, plastered to his cheeks and shoulders the way it was, still gleamed beneath the sun. With no neighbors anywhere in the vicinity, there was no one to care that there was a naked man standing in the yard and another man about to get naked.

“I can help too,” Roan said, crowding into Danger’s space along with Ocean; the two soon had him sprawled out on his back while they tugged his board shorts down his legs.

Drenched and clinging to his skin, they offered a bit of resistance that the pair soon overcame by working together. Watching them crawl up his legs was a bit surreal. Both tanned, both beautiful, they licked up his thighs, swirling their tongues over his tattoos the same as he’d done to Pope. The way they mimicked him was as much of a turn-on as the feel of them inching closer to his sack, nuzzling it at the same time, before they each took one of his nuts in their mouths and sucked before humming around it. Danger’s cock twitched, precum dribblingfrom the tip as he rested one hand on the back of Ocean’s head and the other on the back of Roan’s.

His eyes rolled back when they hummed again, then started taking turns sucking his cock until the world turned to dust and blew away. The only sound he could hear was his heartbeat hammering in his ears. Danger couldn’t tell if the ground was still beneath him or he was floating until the weight increased on both sides of him as Roan and Ocean curled against his sides. He was too blissfully boneless to hold them as they snuggled, heads resting on his chest, the occasional quiver running through their bodies.

Had he missed seeing them finish one another off?

Damn.

He’d have to ask Pope for a play-by-play later. For now, he’d rather just lay there and enjoy the feel of their bodies pressing against his and the warm breeze washing over them.

It was the rumble of bikes in the distance that prompted him to move, instantly on alert, since as far as he knew, they hadn’t been expecting company today. He shoved Ocean and Roan’s shoulders, urging them to move so he could get up.

Reluctantly, they shifted positions, groaning, sitting up slowly while Danger leapt to his feet and looked around for his shorts. Pope had already pulled his up and was headed for the end of the driveway by the time Danger spotted them. Drawstring flapping, he hurried to catch up, relaxing the moment he spotted Sunshine, Kermit, Saint, and Mark.

Danger stood beside Pope, waiting for them to park and kill their engines so they could find out what the hell was going on.

“Tried texting you,” Mark said, water and the echo of Harley engines making everything sound muffled.

Danger stuck a finger in his ear, trying to get some of the water out so he could hear better.

“Yeah, sorry, left the phones inside while we were washing the vehicles,” Pope explained. “What’s so urgent?”

“Your grandfather showed up at the historical society this afternoon with our old man and Jacob Winchester,” Saint explained. “They had pictures they’d taken of a car half buried in the dirt and a tree growing through the trunk. There was an old, charred license plate still affixed to the back of it, ass end of the vehicle burnt to shit. They found Flaming Betty!”

“How in the hell did they manage that?” Pope asked.

“What’s a Flaming Betty?” Ocean asked.

He hadn’t bothered with shorts, but Roan had.

“Flaming Betty was the car my great-grandfather used to drive back in his ridge-running days,” Pope explained. “One night he was trying to outrun the cops, and the tail end caught fire. He kept driving, flames trailing behind him, and just when he thought he was going to have to bail out, he hit a gully where the creek had spilled over the road. It put the fire out, and he got away. Rumor was that he hid her in an old root cellar out there. My grandfather and his buddies have been looking for it ever since they retired. After all these years I figured the legend was just that, a tall tale.”

“Well, they want you to bring the scrapbook and your great-grandpa’s journal down so you can verify it,” Sunshine explained. “They were kicking up such a fuss we figured we’d better come get you before they chewed our heads off further than they already tried to.”

“We got the,whatgood are those damned fancy-ass phones if folks aren’t going to answer them,lecture?” Mark said. “Before,in our day, when you wanted to talk to someone, you went out and fucking found them.”

“Thus, your ill-timed appearance on my doorstep,” Pope muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let me get dressedand find out what he wants. Tell him I’ll be down there in thirty minutes.”

“Oh, hell no,” Sunshine replied. “We’ll go back when you’re riding with us. You should have seen them when they burst in there. I thought they were fixing to scare off all the tourists, but once folks got a look at the pictures, they started crowding around to hear what was going on. We can get a display put together in time for the car show tomorrow, and they’ve already agreed to spend the afternoon telling the story to anyone who wants to listen.”

Pope chuckled. “I bet they did. It’ll keep them out of the heat, since nothing in the world was going to keep them from showing up.”

“We can wax the vehicles and put them back in the garage,” Danger said. “Want me to order supper tonight.”

“As long as you promise that there will be something in the takeout cartons besides dessert,” Pope said, shooting a warning glance at him.

“Can we order mochi ice cream to go along with the rest of the food?” Ocean asked.