Snowed In(manxman)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Turner slipped his clothes back on as he stood in the sunlight beside the half frozen river and shivered in the cold. He’d needed that quick bath to cool the heat that Will had sent raging in his blood.

Last night, seeing the man so weak, so vulnerable, so damn unsure had caused the protective, dominating side of Turner to come flaring to life He’d wanted to lay the man down, take him, remove that fear and uncertainty. He’d also wanted to find Thompson Caudill and punch the man square in the face.

And then Will had had the nerve to call him a friend! Turner snorted. He wasn’t interested in being Will’s friend. There was only one thing he wanted from Will and that was his body. He wanted to be the man’s lover and nothing more. He just wanted that tempting man for himself--at least until the snow melted.

It had been one of the toughest things that Turner had ever done to simply walk away from Will in that moment. But walking away had been the right thing. Will had been too upset and Turner had been too turned on and too angry all at once. It wouldn’t have ended well.

Turner let out a long breath that crystallized in the air and swirled around his head. He was feeling a bit more steady now, a bit more in control. He’d always been hot-headed. It was something that Peter had always been scolding him over but Turner didn’t figure it was something that would ever change completely. Though he had gotten a bit better at controlling his temper over the last few years.

Sparing one last glance at the sun, Turner headed back toward the cabin. He needed to fix something for breakfast and see if Will had finally waken up.

Turner rounded a bend in the trail he had shoveled and his eyes fell on Will. The sunlight was shimmering off his blond hair and his green eyes were sparkling as he wrestled the stick from Beaux’s mouth. Will raised his arm and threw the stick, his laughter dancing on the breeze as Beaux took off after it, tripping and stumbling through the snow.

Will turned and caught Turner’s gaze with that bright smile still lighting up his boyish face, deepening his dimples and crinkled the skin around his nose. In that moment Turner’s tight hold he’d been keeping on the reigns of his desire broke lose and holding back from what he wanted was no longer an option.

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Will froze and the amusement he’d felt while playing fetch with Beaux quickly vanished when he saw Turner heading his way with hunger in his eyes and determination in his step.

Will retreated but didn’t have far to move before his back was against the rough wood of the cabin door. Still Turner didn’t slow his approach.

Will’s mouth worked but no words would come. Turner’s heat soon surrounded him. The man was so close that Will could see the pulse in his neck. Will felt like a mouse caught too close to a bird of prey. His heart raced, his breathing quickened and his legs shook.

Then suddenly, Turner pounced.

Will’s breath was stolen completely when Turner’s mouth found his. The other man’s lips quickly molded around his and Will was unable to do anything other than close his eyes and moan.

Turner used that moan to his advantage and deepened the kiss. He nipped at Will’s lip to gain further entrance to his mouth and Will obliged. Will grabbed the front of Turner’s shirt in an effort to hold his balance as the other man shoved him harder against the door.

The cold around them was forgotten as Turner moved his lips to Will’s cheek and then slowly took them on a path to his neck. Will felt his legs buckle when Turner’s teeth nibbled at the tender flesh beneath his ear.