Page 7 of A Winter Romance
“Well, you lost your horse, and your supplies,” Sero said, tone clipped. “And you don’t have proper clothing.”
Aryn’s face flushed.
“And to be honest, I doubt you’d get back to Bordertown on your own. The path isn’t obvious from here. You need to know the way and have good navigational skills. I’m sure someone in Ores will be heading to Bordertown soon. They can take you.”
Aryn’s pride made him want to protest that he wasn’t useless, that he could find the way, but he knew the truth. “I’m sorry.” He was only alive because of Sero. “And thank you for saving me.” Weariness tugged at his limbs. He rubbed at his eyes. This short time of alertness had exhausted him.
“Do you need to relieve yourself?”
“What?”
“Do you need to relieve yourself? Might be a good idea before you sleep again.”
Aryn realised he did. He looked around the cave. Then out into the snow. Surely he wouldn’t have to go out there!
Sero chuckled. “It won’t be too bad. It’s stopped snowing, and the wind has died down. Go out quickly. You can wear my shoes.” He pointed to a pair of worn boots. “And keep one of the furs around your shoulders. Then you can come back in and sleep.”
Getting up, Aryn pulled on the boots, which was difficult, as he still held the fur around his shoulders. Already he wanted to be back in bed.
“Don’t worry about the laces. You won’t be out there long enough.”
Aryn glanced outside at the darkness.
“Best to get it over with,” Sero said, amusement in his voice.
Bracing himself, Aryn walked out. The cold air slapped him in the face. He took a few steps towards a tree and, as fast as he could, pulled out his cock and pissed.
He dashed back into the cave. He pulled the shoes from his feet and jumped back into bed, pulling all the furs on top of him so he was once again protected against the cold. Sero’s laughter filled the cave, and Aryn couldn’t help but smile at the rich sound, even if the laughter was at his expense.
“I’m glad to bring you such amusement,” Aryn said.
“Rest, Aryn.”
Aryn nodded. He looked at Sero sitting beside the fire. Suddenly, he realised something. “I took your bed!” he said loudly. “You’ve been sitting there for…for how long?”
“A few hours,” Sero said, not taking his eyes off the fire.
“I’m sorry,” Aryn said in horror. Not only had he needed Sero to rescue him, but Aryn had stolen his bed on top of it. “Well…you can bunk with me. It’s big enough for two people.” He guessed that was true. Although, it might be a little tight.
Sero stared at him for a second. “All right.”
As Sero moved towards the bed, Aryn was reminded of the fact that Sero wore only a loincloth. Aryn was about to sleep next to a very attractive, almost naked Sero.
How am I meant to hide my attraction if he is sleeping almost naked beside me?
The mattress shifted as Sero lifted the furs and climbed in beside him. Aryn shuffled sideways, making room for him. Aryn wished he was awake enough to appreciate Sero’s bare shoulder brushing against his own. Then he berated himself. If he was too tired to appreciate Sero’s presence, then Sero wouldn’t notice his attraction, and he wouldn’t get angry and throw Aryn out into the snow.
The thought of Sero all fired up and passionate stirred arousal in his gut, which was not good. He closed his eyes and let out a breath.
Please let me behave myself in my sleep.
ChapterSeven
Aryn’s cock was hard as a rock.
Only a few red embers glowed in the firepit. Aryn didn’t know how long he’d slept, but he woke warm and sleepy, skin pressing against skin, Sero’s sleeping body wrapped around his as if sheltering him. They were of a similar height, and Sero fit perfectly spooned against him.
Aryn sucked in a breath. He wasn’t the only one hard. Sero’s hard cock nestled against his arse cheek. The only thing that could make it better was if both were wearing nothing. And if Sero actually wanted him.
