Page 25 of Green Ravens

Sawyer didn’t sit on his ass, basking in his remedies and freshly cared-for skin. He got up and began to search for smaller stones to surround the fire to form a pit.

“The trick will be not letting it go out in the middle of the night.”

Sawyer blinked, remembering the jaguar.

“We’ll take shifts, okay.”

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll take the first one,” Sawyer volunteered.

Oakley walked up to him and took his chin between his thumb and forefinger. He surveyed his work, his mouth so close that Sawyer could feel his warm breath.

“The swelling is already going down.”

“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to say this before we’re back stateside”—Sawyer put his hands on Oakley’s waist—“but thank you.”

The chief’s smile and gorgeous eyes were beautiful in the warm glow of the firelight. He wanted to get down on his knees and show his appreciation in all the different ways he knew how.

“You’re about to thank me again.” Oakley smirked.

Sawyer couldn’t stop his moan as he pulled their hips closer.

“Not for that…at least not yet.”

“Then what?” Sawyer dragged the tip of his tongue along Oakley’s bottom lip, unable to help himself.

The other man’s constant display of bravery, immense intelligence, and abilities made Sawyer fall faster and harder every minute they were together.

He wanted the other chief as badly as he wanted to get out of the fucking jungle. But what if they didn’t survive? He’d die never having had Chief Aiken Oakley inside him.

Oakley’s eyes flashed with desire as he licked away the flavor Sawyer had left on his lips.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

Oakley’s voice was deep and sexy, sending shivers down his spine.

The demand was odd but whispered with such sensuality that Sawyer complied without second guessing.

“You trust me that much?”

Behind the darkness of his eyelids and amid the danger of their environment, Sawyer was hypnotized.

“Yes,” he groaned, aching at the forceful way his cock pressed against his fly.

It was the dead-honest truth. He trusted Oakley with his life. There was no reason for him to doubt his safety.

“Then open for me.”

Like a good boy, he did what he was told, his dick pulsing harder with each second of anticipation.

Oakley moaned a melodic sound that ghosted over his tongue with the cool evening breeze before something juicy and plump was placed between his lips.

A scent of fruity sweetness preceded the taste of honey-like nectar as he bit down on whatever he’d been given.

Oh damn.

Intrigue and delight filled him as he chewed that small chunk, swallowed it, and immediately opened for more.

“Mm-hmm.” Oakley’s smile could be felt against his cheek as a larger piece slid inside his mouth. “I knew you’d like that.”

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