Page 40 of Free Wind (Lifeguards of Barking Beach #2)

Blake’s powerful, sure movements had Damo’s toes curling. He was so full, and his dick strained, rubbing against his belly. “Can’t. Believe. I’ve got. A cock. In me,” he whispered between grunts. “Your cock.”

“You like it, baby?”

“Fuck, I love it. I love—” Damo broke off. Wasn’t it too soon to be in love? He had no clue.

Blake kissed him roughly, rocking his hips harder and faster. Damo was bent in half, Blake so incredibly heavy on top of him—inside him. He dug his nails into Blake’s shoulders, back arching at the tug of pressure as Blake leaned a spread hand on his hair.

Immediately, Blake lifted his hand, slowing his thrusts. “Sorry. Are you—”

“Pull my hair.” Damo panted. “I like it. Ow! Not that hard.”

Blake loosened his grip and tugged experimentally on the damp strands. “Good?” He’d stopped moving inside Damo, though he was still big and thick.

“Not enough.”

He tried again. “How about this?”

“Fuck. Just right.”

“Guess I’ll call you Goldilocks.”

“Call me Snow White and the seven bloody dwarfs as long as you keep fucking me.”

With a grin, Blake thrust powerfully, keeping the pressure on Damo’s hair. “Let’s see. Sleepy? Doc? Grumpy?” With each name, he rammed into Damo.

The pleasure and pain were almost too much, but not quite. Damo squirmed his hand between them, jerking himself desperately, but Blake batted his hand away and started stroking.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let’s see. Sneezy? No. Dizzy? Bossy? How about Frothy?”

“Fuck, fairy tales have never been so hot,” Damo gasped, the pressure in his arse joined by his tightening balls. “I’m gonna—”

Blake tightened his fingers in Damo’s hair, and Damo came with a shout, trembling and gasping, his head thrown back, the delicious, perfect pressure tugging on the roots of his hair.

White-hot pleasure crashed through him, and he saw dark spots and bursts of light. He thought he really would get dizzy.

Chest heaving, he was completely drained, like every drop of jizz he’d ever had was now sprayed between him and Blake. “I…” He tried to speak. His eyes were still practically rolling back in his head.

Blake’s fingers were hot on his chin, and Damo blinked up at him as Blake asked, “Can I come inside you?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Planting his hands beside Damo’s head, Blake rocked into him, sweat shining on his forehead, his eyeliner and lippy smudged to hell but still sexy. Even sexier.

When he came inside Damo, he shook and grunted and curled over him, emptying and moaning. Damo wrapped his wobbly legs and arms around him, caressing Blake’s spine until they were a sweaty, sticky mess.

When Blake finally shifted and slipped out of him, he pushed up on one hand, still half covering Damo. “How do you feel?”

His arse was a bit sore. Damo reached down to tentatively touch his wet hole. “It’s…loose. Like I’ve had a great big cock shoved up it.”

Blake laughed softly. “Do you like it?” He seemed a bit nervous waiting for the response, his eyes intent on Damo’s.

Damo’s first instinct was to make a joke, but he simply said, “Loved it.”

Blake’s long exhalation tickled Damo’s nose. “Good.”

“Feel a bit slutty now. In a nice way.” His body ached, and his arse would definitely be sore in the morning, but it turned out he liked being well-fucked. More than liked. It was almost as if he hadn’t realized something was missing, and now he knew.

Did he ever.

“Oh, that’s the other dwarf,” Blake said. “Slutty.” They laughed, and Blake stroked Damo’s wet hole with the barest touch. “But no, I think Goldilocks fits you best. Goldie.”

“Guess that makes you the three bears.”

Laughing—Damo loved how much they laughed together—they kissed again. He knew they should probably move and clean up, but for now, everything was just right.

“Can we? Can we?” Cooper asked, practically bouncing in the back seat. He’d told his parents he wanted to drive back with Damo and Blake, and Blake hadn’t stopped smiling the whole way. Damo loved to see it. He loved—

Slow down, mate! Stop thinking about love!

“I say we can,” Damo replied. “We’ll text your mum.” He asked Blake, “Wanna catch a few waves?” as Blake took the Barking exit off the highway. “We can show Coop the ropes.”

“Always. Don’t have my board, though.”

“You can borrow one. It’s…um, my dad’s old one.” His chest tightened. Dad would never surf again, so what was the harm? He cleared his throat. “I’ve still got one of my old ones too. Coop can use it.”

Damo actually had every surfboard he’d owned since he was a grommet stacked up in the shed out the backyard. He hadn’t been able to part with any of them. He ran through them in his head. His lime flowered longboard from when he was a grom would be perfect.

“Woo!” Cooper shouted. “I’m going surfing!”

They drove down into the Illawarra Valley suburb past streets of houses that had spread out from the original industrial area of garages and storage companies. Then up the hill past power lines. Kids played in the park after school, and Blake slowed as a few chased a rugby ball close to the verge.

The Indian Ocean appeared as they crested the hill, the Barking neighborhood spreading out below them with solar panels on roofs gleaming in the late-afternoon sun. The skies had cleared when they were halfway home, and the clear blue water glittered.

As much as he’d loved getting away, Damo’s heart swelled to see the familiar houses and cafes of home, and of course the water called to him, but…

Between them and the beach, a black cloud seemed to rise up. The comfort of being home in Barking vanished.

Blake had slowed, apparently remembering where Damo lived. ’Course he did after how Damo had acted when he’d tried to take him to his house.

Blake asked, “Do you want me to drop you at the corner? We’ll wait for you at the beach.”

Damo exhaled through a wave of affection. Blake wasn’t going to push. But maybe… Maybe it would be okay? They were approaching Damo’s street, and his mouth went dry. For a long moment, he was frozen.

Then he said, “Nah. Turn at the corner. You can meet my sister.” His pulse raced. Was he really doing this?

Maybe he’d just built it up in his head since the accident. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal. He could park Blake and Cooper on the porch and bring Tabby out. Hopefully, Dad wouldn’t be shouting inside. Even if he was, Blake knew the truth now.

Blake’s face lit up. “We’d love to meet her.” He pushed the blinker and turned right—

And the new, shiny hope and happiness growing in Damo drowned in an icy flood of fear.