Olympic Cove 2-Breaker Zone by Nicola Cameron Page B

need some breakfast,” he said, keeping
his hips turned away from the bed as he edged towards the bathroom. “You rest. I’ll
bring you back some food.”
    “Nick?”
    He glanced over his shoulder. The woeful
look on Aidan’s face tore at his heart a little. “I’m sorry,” the merman said,
apple-green eyes wide and remorseful. “Please don’t be mad at me. It’s just—you
were there, and you felt so good, and I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”
    I’m the one who
climbed into bed with you, and you’re apologizing? “You didn’t do anything wrong,” Nick said, trying to
sound reassuring. “Just let me grab a shower and we’ll eat, okay?”
    “Okay.” The answer was hesitant, but at
least Aidan didn’t look quite so guilty now. “Thank you.”
    “No problem.” Nick escaped into the
bathroom. As an afterthought he clicked the lock on the door. Shucking out of
his boxers and t-shirt, he climbed into the shower and turned the water to warm.
    He looked down at his rigid cock, his
balls aching slightly. Need to do
something about that. Grabbing the bottle of conditioner, he squirted a
dollop into his palm then leaned his other forearm against the damp tile as he
started a fast, tugging stroke. In the privacy of his own mind, he could think
of anything he wanted, ethics be damned. And if he
wanted to think about Aidan crowding up behind him, that perfect cock pressing
hard and warm into his crease as the merman reached around and wrapped a
slightly webbed hand around his shaft, oh God, that was just fine, yeah—
    His orgasm rose quickly. He grunted as
he came, splatters of creamy semen hitting the white tile and clinging there.
Once his breathing slowed, he wiped the evidence away before reaching for the
shampoo.
    What the hell am
I going to do?
    ****
    Aidan waited until he heard water
running, then laboriously got to his feet. His thigh ached badly, the entire
area of the puncture throbbing in time with his heart, but he could walk on it.
    The pain also effectively deflated his
erection. Which was probably for the best, he thought grimly, considering how
Nick had bolted from the room like he was being chased by a great white. Dammit, I wasn’t trying to push.
    He hobbled to the bedroom door. The room
beyond held what he recognized as a sofa and some padded chairs arranged around
a low table. Across from them was a higher, blocky piece of furniture that held
a very thin television. Must be the
common room—no, they call it a living room.
    The bedroom itself exited onto a short
hallway. There was a pleasant smell of something cooking at the other end.
Hanging onto the wall, he limped towards it.
    A small, furred animal dashed out,
making a loud yapping noise. Aidan flinched as it stopped just short of his
ankles, shying back but still making that annoying noise.
    “Norma? Come back here, you silly
beast,” a voice called. “Nick’s still sleeping.”
    The owner of the voice turned the
corner. Aidan clutched the wall harder, overcome with shame as he came face to
face with Lord Aphros, son of Lord Poseidon and one of the Twin Guardians of
the Waters.
    “M-my lord,” he said, grimacing as he
tried to bow. “I’m so sorry about last night—”
    “What in the world?” The sea lord was at
his side, grabbing his arm and throwing it around his own shoulders. “Does Nick
know you’re out of bed?” Aphros demanded. “Are you supposed to be walking?”
    “Nick’s in the bathing room,” Aidan
admitted, stunned as Lord Aphros half-carried him into a sunny room lined with
counters and cabinets. He was deposited at a table with four chairs. “He
n-never said I couldn’t walk.”
    The sea lord gave him a probing look,
but didn’t say anything more. The furred animal trotted into the room, coming
to him. Aidan jerked as its cold nose brushed against his calf. “Um, that’s a
dog, right?”
    “Yes, a terrier. Her name is Norma, and
she belongs to Nick. Make a loose fist and let her smell