Spirits Shared (15 page)

"There's lubricant under the couch cushion
at this end."

Clay laughed despite an overwhelming need to
fuck. "You planned ahead?"

"It pays to be prepared."

Clay levered himself to his knees and
retrieved the lubricant. He wasn't sure he needed the lube but he
squeezed the bottle and coated every hard inch.

Tekoa's face tightened and his eyes
darkened. Clay's mouth quirked upward in a cocky smile and a
hurry-up message flashed in Tekoa's eyes like lightning before a
wild storm.

He circled the pucker of Tekoa's ass with
lubricant-coated fingers, pushed into that tight, dark hole. He'd
been willing to let Tekoa take him first. They were equals with
Jess. They were equals in this too and he always gave as good as he
got. But this was better. This was closer to the fantasy that'd
been riding him.

He lay on Tekoa, the tip of his cock lined
up and ready to go. "Be prepared, huh? Somehow you're not reminding
me of a Boy Scout."

Tekoa's laugh was swallowed in a kiss that
became more carnal as Clay worked his cock into Tekoa's tight ass.
Christ. He was about to go off as fast as he had when he was
thirteen and doing the striker on his soccer team.

He loved anal sex with Jess but it wasn't
the same as this. It couldn't fill the need this filled.

She didn't have a cock that would rub
against his abs and coat him with come when he took a partner from
the top. She didn't have a cock that he could stroke until it
jerked in release as he fucked a partner from behind.

Clay thrust. He tried to slow it down, to
savor it. That lasted all of five strokes. The need was too raw and
Tekoa didn't help things by clamping down on his dick like he was
demanding to have his ass filled with come.

His tongue thrust against Tekoa's tongue.
His hips pistoned, his abs sliding over Tekoa's cock.

Fuck. Damn. Fuck. He needed this. His
movements quickened and fierce, dark satisfaction filled him as
Tekoa's hot semen struck his chest.

Yeah baby, that's what I'm talking
about.
Now it was no holds barred.

His thrusting became frenzied, pressure
building in his balls. Pleasure building in his dick and
Yeah!
Rushing through his cock in a blast of come that sent
shockwaves of heat to his head.

He collapsed and rolled off onto his back,
lay there for long moments panting, finally mumbled, "Shower next,"
but didn't have the strength to get to his feet.

"First one there controls the temperature,"
Tekoa said though he couldn't summon the energy to make it a
race.

Clay grunted and said, "That's assuming I'll
share it with you."

"You'll share Jessica but not the
shower?"

Clay smiled. "With Jessica I don't have to
worry about bending over if I drop the soap."

Tekoa laughed. "It's a legitimate
worry."

"You happen to have a hot tub?"

"No."

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Rain hit
the cabin roof in a hard, steady beat.

"We should build one," Clay said. "We could
put it under a gazebo. Then on days like this we'd be able to use
it. We could even make the gazebo portable so we could move it and
sit under the stars on good nights."

"Sounds like a plan," Tekoa said, easily
imagining the two of them working together on the project, then
rewarding themselves with a hot soak and an equally hot woman.
"Jessica like hot tubs?"

"I've never been in one with her." Clay
turned his head and their eyes met. "But we've camped places where
there was shallow water and privacy. I think it's safe to say she'd
enjoy a hot tub and we'd enjoy having her in it."

Tekoa's cock stirred. His spirit reached for
Jessica's and he frowned at how far she'd traveled. She was beyond
the range where he could tell her exact location, at least while he
remained tied to his human form.

A shiver of uneasiness rippled outward from
his heart. He'd expected her to go to Hohoq and pass time at the
diner owned by his great-aunt or at the general store run by his
father and grandfather.

He hadn't worried when Jessica left because
as soon as his relatives saw her driving his truck and felt the
Thunderbird's touch on her, they wouldn't let her out of their
sight. The truth was they'd pump her for information and then when
she mentioned her intention to make a celebratory meal, they'd fill
the car with food.

He rubbed his chest and Clay picked up on
his disquiet. "Something wrong?"

Tekoa shook his head. "Don't think so."

She'd probably gone to Pinion or Oakdale.
Maybe assumed she'd find a better selection of stores and goods or
figured a longer trip would mean he and Clay would have more time
alone. But…

He rolled to his side and lifted onto an
elbow so he could catch Clay's reaction. "You think Jessica would
panic and bolt?"

"Hell no. Not a chance."

The worry eased. Nothing about her departure
supported the fear that she'd run.

Tekoa leaned closer to Clay. The lust that
had been satisfied only moments earlier flared.

Clay pulled him down so he lay on top of
him. Their lips met. Their kisses were less a battle and more an
exploration. The rub of tongue against tongue wasn't a test for
dominance and submission but the parry and thrust of two equally
matched opponents.

They swallowed each other's moans of
pleasure. Their hands roamed, this time seeking out nipples and
sliding over muscled arms and backs.

The flames in the fireplace flickered and
danced. In the recesses of Tekoa's soul, the ancient song poised,
ready to begin. With the single beat of the drum his heart would be
commanded by Thunderbird spirit and there'd be no stopping until
Clay and he were bound together more permanently than any human law
or custom could ever dictate.

He settled more of his weight on Clay. His
tongue forged deeper.

Clay moaned and Tekoa answered it with a
moan of his own. The hunger built, becoming a howling spirit wind,
a primal urge to position Clay onto his hands and knees.

Tekoa lifted his mouth from Clay's. He rose
to his elbows. But before he could speak thunder filled the air and
was followed by the telephone's ominous ring.

* * * * *

Chapter
8

"Fuck," Clay said.

Tekoa rolled to his feet. The sense of
uneasiness returned and grew with each step toward the phone.

He answered and Tenino said, "A kid in Tioga
got home and found his father in the kitchen. Beaten pretty badly.
Ankles and wrists bound, his mouth taped shut. Their car was stolen
along with a gun."

"The convict that's still on the loose."

"Yep. Dean Keast. Boy's father made a
positive ID. I sent you his picture."

Tekoa turned on his cell, tapped the screen
until the picture showed up. "Got it."

Keast was Caucasian, wide-faced and
thick-necked, a thug with hair cropped to leave stubble and a neck
covered with prison tats.

"The stolen car was found a few minutes
ago," Tenino said. "Over near Pike's Turn. An old man was in the
trunk. He's still unconscious. His wife said he went off to visit
friends and then was going to stop by the grocery store. He was
driving a 2011 silver Lincoln Continental. Mack's guys are trying
to nail down the timing. Chances are Keast might have already
jacked another car."

"Do the elders still think he's on our
land?"

"Mixed opinion. Could be he's weaving in and
out of our territory. Mack already ordered roadblocks. If Keast is
still in the area and stays on the asphalt they'll catch him. If he
goes off-road he's likely to get stuck in mud and abandon the car.
We'll find him if he's on our land and takes off on foot. We've got
it covered, no need for you to get involved."

"Not yet, anyway." Most likely Keast would
get stopped at a roadblock. If he didn't, then one of The People
would find him. The storm called to them and they rode the winds in
spirit form.

They weren't all that they'd once been in
the days before foreign ships brought physical and spiritual and
cultural death. But his people could still sense evil when it
walked on Thunderbird lands.

A crack of thunder drew Tekoa's attention to
the window, then to Clay up on his feet and heading toward him. And
despite the news about the convict and his uneasiness that Jessica
was out in the storm, Tekoa's cock stiffened.

He needed to finish this. If he was lucky
they'd make it out of the shower before his Thunderbird spirit
dominated.

On the other end of the phone a bell chimed
as a door opened and closed. In the background someone ordered
coffee.

"Keep me posted," Tekoa said.

"Will do."

Clay reached him, lifted the cellphone off
the desk. "This the last escaped convict?"

"That's him. Dean Keast."

"Your guys close to catching him?"

"On alert. Last sighting was in Mack Van
Deusen's territory."

Clay set the phone down. Did an eye sweep
across Tekoa's desk and had his heart ripped from his body.

Jessica's engagement ring was next to the
carved family of grizzly bears.

His hand went to his chest, pressed hard and
painfully against the aching, hollowed out place where his heart
had been. Christ. Not this. Anything but this. Marriage was one of
his brass rings, it'd always been something he wanted, not that
he'd been in a rush until Jess.

His throat was too clogged to ask but Tekoa
caught the frozen stare, probably read the burn taking place in his
eyes and said, "You still think Jess didn't panic and bolt?"

All he could manage was the shake of his
head no. He closed his eyes, willed himself to take a deep breath
to clear his throat.

"She say anything when she took the ring
off?" His voice came out in a croak.

Tekoa's hand cupped the back of his neck and
fuck if he didn't feel it in his cock. The traitorous bastard
bobbed and licked across his abs, wanting what it wanted because
the ring, the wedding, the vows didn't impact his dick's desire for
Jess and Tekoa.

"She took it off before the two of us made
love," Tekoa said, pulling him in so their shafts touched, and fuck
if he didn't shiver and moan and desperately grab onto the heat
like it'd fill the gaping place where his heart used to be.

"Did you ask her why?"

"I didn't see the ring until later." Tekoa's
arm went around his waist, holding their lower bodies together.
"You want to go after her?"

And what? Beg her to put the ring back
on?

Jesus. He wanted this with Tekoa, but he
wanted to be married to Jess too.

He closed his eyes, pictured Jess going down
on him, sucking his cock while he'd touched and kissed Tekoa, the
acceptance in her gaze afterward, the message that she wanted to
give him time alone with Tekoa.

There was time to work out the marriage
part. He hadn't talked to her about Patrick maybe doing a second
ceremony if Tekoa wanted the vows.

Clay's heart returned to his chest with a
fist clamped around it. There was no guarantee Tekoa would be good
with being the one who wasn't legally married to Jess.

"You're on Thunderbird lands. It'll work
out," Tekoa said, mouth coming down on his and sending need
rippling down Clay's spine and through his cock like an erotic
current.

Yeah. Yeah, he had to believe it would work
out.

He answered the kiss with one of his own,
the thrust of Tekoa's tongue and rub of his cock driving out the
ache.

Jess would come home and they'd make love
for the first time as a threesome—not that the blowjob hadn't been
making love—but next time it'd be the complete deal, them
pleasuring her before pleasuring each other while she watched.

"You still want a shower?" Tekoa asked.

"A shower would be good."

They got in together, soaped and rinsed,
turned toward each other.

Clay's gaze dropped to Tekoa's shaft and
Tekoa took himself in hand, palmed his cock head. Between a night
of intense masturbation and what he'd already done with both
Jessica and Clay, he should be worn out. But if anything, he was
harder, hungrier than he'd been when Clay leaned forward and took
his cock into his mouth.

Clay grinned. His hand slid between Tekoa's
legs and cupped his balls. "Tempting. Maybe I'll go down on my
knees in here and you'll go down on your hands
and knees
out
there."

Tekoa captured Clay's erection. "I don't
think so."

He stepped into Clay and crowded him against
the shower wall. Their mouths met in a kiss every bit as wet and
hot as the water striking them.

Tekoa shifted his grip so one hand held both
of their cocks while the other fondled Clay's balls. Clay moaned
and bucked.

The water temperature turned lukewarm in
comparison to the heat they generated. Need roared through Tekoa.
His mouth left Clay's. He'd intended to turn Clay toward the wall
and fuck him but images of the first kiss they'd shared, with
Jessica kneeling at Clay's feet and sucking his cock, drove Tekoa
downward.

"Christ," Clay said, driving his cock
through Tekoa's closed fist as soon as Tekoa's tongue stroked the
underside of his shaft.

Tekoa looked up the line of Clay's body and
licked again.

"Put your fucking mouth on it and keep it
there," Clay said, tightening his fingers in Tekoa's hair.

Tekoa pulled back and grinned. Clay's cock
jerked in protest.

"It may have escaped your notice," Tekoa
said, "but I'm not Jessica. I don't follow orders. I'm too used to
giving them."

Clay tried to force his cock through Tekoa's
hand. "Get on with it already."

"You're an addict."

"So blow me."

"I'm getting to that." He took the head of
Clay's cock into his mouth. This time he assaulted it with his
tongue as he sealed his lips around the tip and sucked.