In that moment, Poe stopped thinking about anything else. He wasn’t thinking about the darkness or what lurked in it, but instead he was thinking about the man kissing him.
Jesus.
His mouth was insanely lethal.
With each time that he kissed him, it made it more difficult to remember he was his doctor, and this was all kinds of wrong.
It felt too right.
As Gamble kissed him slowly, he was trying to focus on the men above them.
Oh, and it wasn’t easy either.
“They didn’t come this way,” the British guy said. “I went to the top. We’d see them from there. They were on horseback, and we followed tracks from some hunter or shit. We have to double back. We cleared this area.”
The other man sighed.
“Fuck. We can’t lose him. If we do, we’re screwed. I don’t want to deal with the boss. Let’s report in, and then head back toward the tracks. We can tell them it’s clear this way. We can focus in the other direction.”
As they stood there, mouths still moving over each other, Gamble heard the quads fire up.
And instead of stopping to let the man know they were good, he kept kissing Poe.
In that darkness, along with who knew what, he chose to take that moment to enjoy this. He wasn’t sure how many more he would get.
Sue him.
He’d been dying to get this desire and craving for intimacy back, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the way Poe made him feel. The man was clinging to him, and he was inundated with his scent.
God.
He wanted this man.
Slowly, he stopped kissing him, and when he did, Poe let out a soft little moan. It was breathy, and apparently, he wasn’t the only one who felt that kiss to his soul.
“They left,” he said, not seeing the man, but able to feel him against his body.
They were both hard too.
Poe blinked.
He couldn’t think.
“Did they? Good.”
Gamble smiled in the dark. Someone sounded a little stirred up, and he understood that.
Truthfully, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t too. His body was awake, and what he wanted was to bed down this man.
Oh, he didn’t know how to do that, but he wanted it regardless.
“What now?” Poe asked, still clinging to him. His arms were around his waist, and he was holding on for dear life.
In his mind, he knew there were spiders, snakes, a man-eating lizard, and all kinds of insanity in the dark. All of which was watching them.
“I’m going to pull out my lighter, and I’m going to see what we have all around us.”
Poe didn’t mince words.
