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reached down to his erect cock. Tom’s neck arched.
    Tom’s legs wrapped tight around Cass’ hips.
    What would that feel like? Chace stifled a groan as he imagined a hard penis shoved inside his body, imagined his legs tight around Trin as Trin fucked.
    “Harder!” Tom growled. “I won’t fucking break.”
    Chace couldn’t stop himself from reaching down, stroking his throbbing length through his jeans. He needed… He tore his clothing free with relief, whimpering as he stroked himself, unable to keep from watching Tom and Cass.
    Chace was so excited he thought his head would blow off. The two men bit and clawed each other in their race to come. His hand worked faster. His balls tightened and his nipples pulsed, his whole body on edge.
    Tom roared, loud and lusty.
    “Trin!” Chace whispered. He climaxed hard, hot spend dripping down his legs.
    When he came back to himself, a little wobbly, Cass and Tom were at the base of a tree, curled together, staring at Chace.
    Chace flushed. “Shit!”

    Tom laughed. “Not bad, Chace. You’re hot.”

Chapter Three

      “Can’t sleep?” Chace asked Trin, eight hours into their flight to Rome.
    Trin rubbed his jaw, his big body stretching as much as possible in the tiny space. He hadn’t been able to swing first class, though he suspected it was no problem for Chace, but he’d had chosen to fly together in economy.
    “If a horse gave me this kind of ride, I’d check its shoes for rocks,” Trin grumbled. His hands tightened on the armrest as they hit another bundle of turbulence and the seatbelt sign flashed on.
    “You haven’t flown much.”
    “I usually take my truck everywhere.” But Trin couldn’t take his truck across the Atlantic.
    “Are you nervous?” Chace didn’t look at Trin as he fiddled with the on-board magazine. His face was white and tired.
    Trin suppressed the need to cuddle Chace. If Trin could do what he really wanted, they’d be lying together under the simple down quilt on his bed back home and he’d love the tiredness from Chace’s eyes, leave him flushed and relaxed.
    Those thoughts didn’t make sitting in the too-tight space any easier. “Shit,” he growled. Chace was oblivious that he was in mating heat, his innocent human body craving his shifter partner. When Trin looked at him, all he wanted was to strip him and to cover him, feel Chace’s fingers digging into his hips.
    “Yeah, uh, I’m nervous about this.” Trin was more nervous about the hot Italian studs who would soon be after his Chace than about going to Italy, but he couldn’t exactly share that.
    “Do you want to look at the guide book again?” Chace asked, fidgeting.
    “Yeah, give it here.”
    As the plane circled for a landing, he saw the bright green and dusty gold patchwork of farmland below. Not so different from home, he guessed, except for the clump of stony towns on hillsides and the nearby blue-green ocean.
    He looked at the language guide again, repeating words like grazie and buon giorno under his breath. The habit of taking care of Chace just wouldn’t break. Probably Chace’s Italian was better, but as Trin took his bag from the overhead bin and handed Chace his backpack, Trin went over more of the words he’d made himself memorise.
    “It’s raining,” Chace said, disappointment shading his voice as they shuffled off the plane.
    “No snow,” he said, not wanting to see Chace disappointed. All he’d talked about for the days leading up to this trip was being here. Probably because he didn’t want to talk about how his father had kicked him out.
    “Yeah.”
    Since they didn’t have any other luggage, they found their way to the trains that headed into Rome. Trin wasn’t impressed by the roosting pigeons and graffiti covered walls, but he didn’t like big cities. He knew he’d feel the same way in New York.
    “We’ll switch trains right away, head up to Ravenna,” Chace said, fresh enthusiasm lighting his voice again.
    “We