Page 5 of Saving Nessie
Lachlan frowned at the stone. ‘You think it can see us?’
‘Maybe.’ Cam grimaced. ‘It feels… uncomfortable here, anyway.’
They collected the sage incense, smothering the last of the smouldering stems before stowing them back in the bag, and started back toward the ruined castle. But even after the Warding Stone was well out of sight, Cam couldn’t shake the sense of eyes boring into the back of his neck. He was grateful when his bike came into view, ready to leave Strome behind, and the air of tragedy that lingered about the place.
Cam slung an arm around Lachlan’s shoulders and nipped playfully at his ear. ‘Do you think you could handle a detour on the way back? There’s something I want to show you.’ He caught the way Lachlan’s gaze flicked to his waistband and he snickered. ‘Several things, if you’ve got the patience.’
Lachlan flushed crimson as Cam squeezed his ass. ‘I’m not the impatient one,’ he mumbled into Cam’s collar, suppressing a grin.
‘Better get on the bike before my patience runs out, then,’ Cam said cheerfully, before giving Lachlan’s ass a light smack. It made a damn good sound against the leather. Lachlan yelped in surprise, the blush reaching all the way up to his ears as he shot Cam a phony glare in response.
They re-settled on the bike. Lachlan seemed a little more at ease with it this time. Cam’s own uneasiness dissipated as they left Strome Castle behind. It was replaced by excitement as he looked forward to showing Lachlan his appreciation for joining him on this job.
Witching was a solitary occupation. Meredith had accompanied Cam on the odd occasion, but quickly made it clear that long hikes and salt-covered hands were not her cup of tea. Cam suspected it reminded her too much of his parents and how they’d died. She was far more comfortable supporting him from the sidelines, poring over note cards for research and news articles for sniffs of supernatural activity.
Having Lachlan by his side was a refreshing bolster to Cam’s confidence. He felt they could handle anything together.
Chapter Three
Cam’s detour lay only a mile or two outside the boundary of Loch Ness. He knew that the closer they were to the loch, the more Lachlan would be able to relax. They could stay longer without being overshadowed by the fear of not returning on time.
Lachlan had hinted that he’d been caught out by the curse before, in the early years before he’d fully understood all of its conditions. He’d described it as painful, but otherwise been reluctant to give much detail on his experience of being magically dragged back to the water. It was enough for Cam to understand Lachlan’s fear of it happening to him.
Cam pulled into a layby under the shade of looming Scots pine trees and dismounted. He nodded toward a trail that led into the trees. ‘It’s a little walk, but it’s worth it.’
He waited until Lachlan was steady on his feet—a wobble in his smile betrayed the toll of the journey—then led the way. The trail was overgrown with nettles and some high, sprawling brambles, but their leathers kept them well protected from the thorns. It wasn’t long before the sound of rushing water reached Cam’s ears and he grinned privately.
A waterfall appeared suddenly, as though a curtain had been drawn back when they turned a sharp bend. The water tumbled down a steeply stepped rock face, splitting into two torrents halfway down and rejoining into a frothing bowl of noise and spray at the bottom. A bubbling stream flowed away from it, disappearing into the trees perpendicular to the trail, effectively cutting off the path.
An awed gasp left Lachlan’s lips, and Cam congratulated himself on his choice of date spot.
‘We could spend a while here,’ Cam said, tracing light fingers up Lachlan’s spine. Every touch he made was light now. With his new monster strength Cam was afraid that if he didn’t take painstaking care, he could easily hurt Lachlan. ‘We’re so close to the loch, we could walk to it. And there are plenty of hours left in the day. There’s a way to climb up to the top of the waterfall, if you want. Or if we follow the stream there are smaller falls further along. Or we could—’
Lachlan silenced him with a deep, insistent kiss. Cam responded eagerly, folding him into a tight hug—a brief wheeze from Lachlan reminded him not to holdtootight.
Lachlan’s right hand settled on the nape of Cam’s neck, fingers threading through his hair, while the other clutched at the collar of his leather jacket. Cam felt Lachlan’s erection pressing against his thigh and endeavoured to grind against it.
‘Mmm—ah.’ Lachlan broke away with a hitched breath. ‘I need to get out of these.’
Cam couldn’t resist an impish snicker. ‘But you look so good in them.’
In a rapid move that Lachlan didn’t anticipate, Cam planted both hands under his ass and hoisted him up off the ground. Lachlan squeaked and fastened his legs instinctively around Cam’s waist, followed quickly by a groan as Cam continued to jostle him in a rocking motion against his crotch.
While the Nessie curse had plenty of drawbacks, Cam reflected, his supernatural strength was a double-edged one. Until now, he’d been tentative in testing his—and Lachlan’s—new limits, but today he felt the urge to have fun with it. He spotted a suitable tree and strode towards it.
‘What’s your plan?’ Lachlan panted, hanging on (unnecessarily) for dear life. Cam bumped him gently against the tree trunk and pitched his hips forward to torment Lachlan’s cock further with the friction.
‘I was thinking I might suck you off,’ he replied casually, moving one hand to tease Lachlan’s zipper, ‘while your legs are over my shoulders. Should be a good view of the waterfall from up there.’
Lachlan made a sound between a moan and a laugh. ‘I don’t know if I’ll keep my balance.’
‘I’ll do all of the work.’ Cam unzipped Lachlan’s trousers and gently seized his hot and tender cock. Lachlan moaned again, a purer sound this time, thrusting up into Cam’s fist. Cam grinned, giving it a firm but even more careful squeeze. ‘Needy.’
He let go, grasping Lachlan’s ass with both hands again and urged him to stop gripping with his legs. Lachlan loosened obediently, then gave an exhilarated gasp as Cam lifted him to face-height.
Cam nuzzled Lachlan’s cock. ‘Get those legs up. I want your thighs around my face.’
With another breathless laugh, Lachlan tucked his legs over Cam’s shoulders and settled into a comfortable position. He ran his hands through Cam’s hair, gazing down indulgently while Cam began to suck at the base of his cock. Cam felt Lachlan’s thighs tense as worked his way up, lovingly brushing his lips and tongue over each throbbing vein until they encountered salty wetness.
