Isle of Waves by Sue Brown Read Free Book Online

Wig felt his nerve endings fly with each thrust. He lost himself in the feel of Nibs’s hard body against his, reveling in his grunt of satisfaction as he bottomed out.
    He rested his head against the cushions and let Nibs use him until his rhythm faltered and Nibs came with a bitten-off cry and staccato jerks. He felt the warm gush inside him and Nibs slump over him heavy and sweaty where his bare skin rested against Wig’s thighs.
    Nibs raised his head. “You haven’t come yet.”
    “I know.” Wig had been focused on Nibs’s pleasure, not his own.
    “I’m sorry.”
    Wig looked over his shoulder. “Don’t be. I want your mouth on me.”
    Nibs pulled out gently, rolling Wig over and kneeling between his legs. He wasted no time in taking Wig to the back of his throat. Wig clawed at the sofa and thrust into Nibs’s greedy mouth. He was almost there, his climax within his grasp. Wig raised his head to look down at his lover, the sight of his cock slipping fat and swollen between Nibs’s lips such a turn on, Wig came, his fist jammed against his mouth to muffle his shout.
    He lay on the sofa, sprawled out like a dazed starfish as Nibs sucked down every last drop and licked him clean.
    By the time they were cleaned up and in bed, Wig was exhausted, happy to lie on Nibs’s furry chest, hearing his heart pound lazy and strong.
    “I’m glad we didn’t get interrupted,” Nibs said.
    Wig snickered. “If Paul had walked in, he’d have probably asked to join in.”
    “The old Paul perhaps. Since Skandik arrived, I think Paul’s turned into a one-man man.”
    “One-man man? That doesn’t sound right.”
    “Who cares? The fact is, Paul and Skandik are made for each other.”
    “Do you think so?”
    “It would take someone like Skandik to handle Paul Owens.”
    Nibs huffed gently, his chest rising beneath Wig’s cheek. “Paul would still be giving us marks out of ten if he was in the room.”
    “I said he was monogamous, not blind.”
    “Have you ever thought about him, or Sam like that?”
    Wig shuddered and Nibs held him tighter. “Oh no, not an Owens, no way. And anyway, I’ve got more than enough man to handle all on my own.”
    “You have,” Nibs agreed, smug and evidently content with Wig’s declaration.

Chapter 5

     
    W IG WAS sound asleep when the sound of voices penetrated his dream; then he was roughly shaken awake.
    “Wig, wake the fuck up,” Nibs said. “We’ve got to get downstairs.”
    “Wah?” Wig blinked sleepily. “Wha’ timezit?”
    It was still dark, too early for the start of the day.
    “’Bout four. We’ve got visitors again. Paul’s called the cops. Get dressed, but don’t put the lights on.”
    Wig scrambled out of bed, fumbling for shorts and a T-shirt, which must have been Nibs’s because it swamped him.
    They met Paul and Skandik and had a hasty whispered discussion on the landing.
    “I’m not waiting for the police,” Nibs insisted. “By the time they arrive, I could have lost my restaurant.”
    Paul and Skandik nodded, and they started down the stairs. Wig hesitated for a minute because he was a lover, not a fighter, but when Nibs turned around and saw him still at the top of the stairs, Wig felt ashamed.
    “You don’t have to come,” Nibs said quietly, no censure in his tone.
    Wig ran down to be next to him. “Yeah, I do. I’m not letting you do this alone.”
    “Shhhh.” Paul hushed them and then raised his hand, listening to the low talking in the restaurant. “Are we going in?”
    Nibs nodded.
    “I wish I had my gun,” Skandik muttered.
    “I’m glad you don’t,” Paul said and pushed open the door.
    Nibs flicked all the light switches, flooding the room with light and shocking two masked intruders into exclamations. Wig froze as he saw that they were holding petrol cans and rags. Nibs growled and moved, but the men dropped everything and made a bolt for the front door, which was ajar, leaving the four men standing in an empty room.
    “Looks