Grizzly Rim by Mia West

Author:Mia West [West, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mia West

Dmitri blinked at the ceiling. “How do you say, ‘Gimme a moment’?”

“Un moment.”

Okay, he should’ve guessed that. How much of English was originally French? He should google it. As soon as he had sensation in his fingers again. And got internet.

Thierry settled beside him, the mattress dipping under him. He took up more of the bed than Dmitri could remember anyone occupying, except maybe John Tillman; he was tall too. Difference was that after a few days, Dmitri wanted Thierry to stay and take up as much as he needed. Of the bed, of the cabin, of—

Well, geez, it was a little early for more than that, wasn’t it? Besides, the guy was laid out beside him like a fucking banquet. Those nipples, drawn up tight. They’d be so satisfying to flick with his tongue. The pecs under them, which bunched with every move Thierry made. The long, lean channels of his abs, taut and twisting. Wait, why were they twisting? His dick, good Christ, his dick—

Thierry rolled onto his side, facing away. His arm reached back and hooked Dmitri at the waist, tugging. “Viens. À la crevette.”

He was already following, intent on not losing sight of the man’s cock. Propping himself on an elbow he leered at how it jutted from his crotch like a fucking ship’s mast.

La bite, his brain offered.

Because it couldn’t handle simple strings of English at his keyboard, but now it could spout French anatomy.

Probably had to do with the other switch that had just been flipped. The one usually set to TOP but which could be tripped to BOTTOM by the presence of something long and stiff and attached to a guy who knew how to use it.

He reached for Thierry’s cock, but his hand got captured. Thierry slid it up his chest and held it there, using the leverage to wriggle back into Dmitri. “À la crevette,” he said again.

“What’s that,” Dmitri growled and nibbled at his neck, “spoon-style?”

Thierry wiggled some more. His scent was about to drive Dmitri out of his mind. He shoved up close, pulling the man back into him. When he did, Thierry hummed. Then he said, “Shrimp-style.”

Shrimp? He hadn’t been out of the game that long. Was it an internet thing? “Are shrimp horny or something?”

“No, you know…” Thierry held up two curved fingers, one nested in the other. “Like shrimp.”

Were shrimp horny. Once upon a time, he’d been suave after sex. “We call it spooning.”

“I know what you call it, Sernov. Mine’s better.”

Dmitri snorted. “Between my belly and your height, neither of us qualifies as a shrimp, but okay, Professor.” He snuggled closer. “Also, you just sucked me dry, so we have a problem. Not that you need to wait…” He slipped his hand down Thierry’s belly.

His fingers had just brushed into soft pubes when Thierry stopped him again. He pressed Dmitri’s palm flat over his heart. “Only this.”

Dmitri felt his own muscles go rigid at the denial. Not of him. Okay, partly of him, but of Thierry himself.

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