Chapter 38

“Fuck, your mouth is so hot,” Aiden breathed. “God, I…I feel like a fucking teenager.”

Marc prickled at that, but pushed it away. He knew Aiden wasn’t teasing him about his size. Marc had a lot of insecurities about that and had been bullied for years, so his mind always went there first when it came to comments that mightbe mean.

Aiden gasped when Marc nipped at his neck and moaned again when Marc licked it. “Better?” he whispered.

“Mmm. I don’t want to leave, but—”

“We have to,” Marc interrupted, knowing Aiden was right. He rested his forehead on the man’s shoulder and breathed in the mingled scents of musk, male, and the lake. His cock throbbed.