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.His smile was wide and dazzling, his eyes their most knee-meltingindigo.www.samhainpublishing.com 179Harper Fox Come here, he called to me across the mud and the vast music of the falls. Nichol, love, come here.I didn t know which of us knocked the other to his backside in the mud.Wecollided hard.I grabbed him in time to stop him cracking his head on a rock, butthen we were down, fighting, oblivious to hurt.He pulled my coat off myshoulders and aided my scramble out of it, dragged me with him onto the stones.My jumper went next, and the T-shirt underneath, both of us moaning infrustration at the time it took. God, Nichol.Any more layers? That s what you get when you undress a farmer. It s like peeling an onion.What am I gonna find in here?His hands were on my belt buckle.I lay back to let him find out, gasping atthe chill of spray-soaked rocks on my spine.He undid my belt and my zip thengave a sob of laughter at the thermal long johns underneath. Oh, these shouldbe passion killers. Are they?For answer he dragged them down, the jeans on top of them and my boxershorts beneath.My naked backside scraped on stone, but I could hardly feel it, orsomehow the cold shot answering fires into the root of my cock, and he gaspedas he exposed me. Oh, Nic. All right for you? Bloody lovely.So big. I ve been waiting for you.Let me see you too. Together we got his trousersand briefs down round his thighs.His shaft sprang up hard and ready as soon asit was released. You can t have had any complaints, I whispered, painfulshudders of excitement running through me.180 www.samhainpublishing.comScrap MetalHe was a beautiful dark Gael under all his disguises, his cock arching out ofa rich black pelt, deep rose red and striated with veins.We reached for oneanother on the same half-starved impulse.I grabbed his backside and pulled himtight against me.The hot press of him was almost too much and I cried out, aprayer to the sundrenched sky that I not come right now, that I hold on at leastfor&What? I didn t know.We thrust and struggled in the mud, grazing knucklesand buttocks, mouths locking together then tearing apart when the need tobreathe or yell became too great.It was enough more than.I would give it allup any second, catapult my soul to join the ravens wheeling over the cliff.Hewas there too, bruising me with his grip. Cam&  Yeah, sweetheart? Want you to fuck me. Ah, no.Till the cows come home when we ve got the equipment, butnot& I jolted up to kiss him. Now.I trust you. Then don t, stupid.Why? Why would you trust me? Because you wouldn t do it to me if you weren t clean.And you are gonnado it. Nichol, I am damn well&  he stiffened in my arms, and I thought I wasgoing to lose him, but he caught his breath and rode the crest out,  & not.Oh,Jesus.I had one lover in Glasgow.Not that I loved him.I hated him. Bren McGarva. I never let him near me without a condom. I lost count of my boyfriends in Edinburgh.I was wild, though, not stupid.I m clean too.www.samhainpublishing.com 181Harper Fox This is still bloody madness.But he reached behind me and dragged my coat across a flat slab of rockalmost under a wing of the falls.I choked on laughter as we struggled up onto it.We were going to get soaked.Already stray droplets were bouncing off his backand shoulders.I should have been freezing my arse off, but he was making meburn.He laid me down, pushed an arm under my head, cradling me. Ah, Nichol,you daft sod, it s not just condoms we re lacking. Can manage without if you go easy.Have done before. Me too.It hurt like fuck. You won t hurt. Reluctantly I pulled out of his embrace.I needed to losethe restriction of my clothes, the jeans and underwear tangled round my thighs.Iknelt up for long enough to deal with those, and then I was naked under thewaterfall, lungs shallow and tight with the wild joy of it. Anyway, I canimprovise. You look like a sea god.What are you on about? Make you slippy.A bit more than water and sweat, anyway& I pushed his knees apart and leaned over his cock.His shout bounced off thecliff face as I sucked him into my mouth.Partway there anyway I d need a bitof practice before I could tackle such a lovely length as that in its entirety, and Ibriefly wondered how I thought it was going to fit in my backside.That wouldbe up to him, though.I almost lost track of my intentions in the pleasures oftonguing him, learning his shape, starting to taste pre-ejaculate& Stop. His hips lurched, and he clenched a hand in my hair, stilling us both. If you want me to do this.Stop now.He was hauling deep breaths, his face flushed and starred with spray.Sobeautiful.I sat up and moved to straddle him, but he uncoiled with a wildcat s182 www.samhainpublishing.comScrap Metalgrace and seized me by the shoulders.Bore me back until I was flat out on therock, staring at him and the rainbow zenith. You want this? 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