Chapter 57

Kieran’s heart thundered at the sound of that plea and he pushed the head of his cock inside Liam, making Liam grunt.

There was some scratching above Kieran’s head. Just to his left.

Probably pine needles shivering in the wind or a severed twig caught on the flap. Kieran kept his eyes on Liam’s fingers clutching the blanket. They were his metronome. They controlled his rhythm.

But there was more scratching on the side of the tent. Faulkner was whimpering and moving around outside.

Liam’s muscle contractions had Kieran feeling such a sweet, intense pleasure, he didn’t know how long he could last. He had to hold on a little longer. Had to build some stamina.

The noise of footsteps distracted him, but maybe that was a good thing. It would help him last.

“Mr. Stokes,” a male voice called outside the tent. Then the man spoke to Faulkner in a tranquil, confident tone. “Hello there, big fellow. I’m the good guys.”