Free ChasingSin by Sara Brookes

pace.
    “You are right about that. I plan on finding some kind of
activity that gets you filthy from head to toe.”
    “And then?” His words shook as they found a steady pace,
working their joined hands together from root to tip.
    “You. Standing under a waterfall. Nude.”
    Tripp seemed unsurprised by Snyder’s forward answer. “Dare
as I ask where you are during this?”
    Their hands slowed and Snyder’s fingers formed a ring just
behind the flare of the cock head. He squeezed, sliding his thumb along the tip
of Tripp’s cock to swirl the drops of cum that were collecting there. Pleased
with the reaction, Snyder started slowly moving their hands again to continue
the hand job.
    “Nearby. Watching the water pour over your body, wetting all
these muscles I’m about to become familiar with again. You’ll have your cock in
your hand, stroking and teasing yourself to prolong the arousal until you’re
out of your fucking mind with need.”
    He felt Tripp swallow, then inhale sharply before
responding. “Kinky.”
    “You have no idea.”
    All the desire he’d held back for the past few months
returned with a vengeance as their lips met. He’d intended to keep the kiss
tender, but it flashed to aggressive and feral. It stood as a reflection of how
much they’d been apart lately. The passion of it caught him off guard. He
hadn’t expected it to be this potent and wrenched his mouth away from Tripp’s
in order to breathe. He’d allowed himself to get carried away.
    “I’d forgotten how damn good you feel. How you taste. I’m
sorry if I haven’t done or said it enough lately. If I’ve somehow made you feel
as if you weren’t important to me.”
    Tripp lifted his free hand and pressed a thumb to his lips
to silence him. “Hush. I know, all right? No one asked you to stop.”
    The tenderness of Tripp’s voice shot through him. He took
Tripp’s mouth again, this time tossing formality and gentleness out the window.

Chapter Five
     
    The hushed whispers coming from the kitchen made Kate pause
outside the doorway and listen. She’d only meant to ensure she hadn’t
interrupted some important conversation between the two men, but given the
sounds around the corner, she wasn’t interrupting a conversation at all.
    She recognized the aroused sound Tripp gave. The last time
she’d heard it, she’d been riding him.
    Oh God. I was a fool to think I could do this.
    She couldn’t stand here and listen to them find pleasure in
each other—they had every right to do it too. If she wasn’t around, they could
keep going and wouldn’t have to worry about her getting in the way. It would be
better for her to leave.
    Just as it had always been.
    Keeping her eyes averted from the direction she guessed they
stood together, she walked quickly across the kitchen, scooping up her camera
as she passed her equipment.
    “Kate!”
    “I’m going to head down to the beach for a bit. Take a few
cards full of pictures.” Ignoring Tripp’s shout, she slipped through the back
door, camera in hand, and flew down the staircase before either of them could
try to talk her out of leaving. Before they could maybe even invite her to join
in just as they had months ago.
    She was still annoyed they were here in the first place, but
there was little she could do about it. If there was anyone she wanted with her
while the storm battered the island, it would be Snyder and Tripp.
    She’d known them long enough and trusted them enough to put
her life in their hands. That’s what made their working relationship so
cohesive. That level of trust when facing down this magnitude of storm was
necessary.
    Unfortunately, the night that still hung over them all put a
damper on things. She’d spent weeks afterward thinking about it and about how
they made her feel. So much was unsaid and what she’d imagined had been going
on the other side of kitchen wall made it so she hadn’t been able to stand the
heaviness of the atmosphere any longer.