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chest, want to rub my face in it.”
    Matt looked shocked for all of a second then he snickered. “Well, right now you’re gonna spray your spunk all over it.”
    “Fuck, yes, really soon. You make me so…”
    Matt sucked Carlin’s crown back into his mouth and began loosely fisting the rest of Carlin’s cock. Carlin started to babble. For all his verbal restraint and carefully chosen words in the courtroom, he had no such ability when it came to sex, especially not when it was this fucking good.
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    “Matt, honey, yes! Take it…ah!” Carlin gasped as his dick was gripped tighter, the dry strokes almost painful and exactly what he needed at this moment. “God, just like that, teeth, need—fuck!”
    Carlin jerked as Matt scraped his teeth over the rim of Carlin’s crown. “Now! Fucking hell!”
    Carlin screamed as Matt pulled back and the first stream of cum splattered onto Matt’s dense chest hair. The creamy white string was joined by another, then a third as Carlin started to double over from the force of his climax. He hunched over Matt’s kneeling form until his balls stopped pulsing, then he stood up with one hand braced on Matt’s shoulder.
    “Let me see.”
    Matt thrust his shoulders back and his chest out. “You want to rub it in?”
    Carlin’s dick valiantly tried to rise to no avail. “Definitely. You can help, too, you kinky stud.” He rubbed a glob of semen over one of Matt’s peaked nipples. “Do the other one. I want my cum all over you.”
    That was a little more raunchy than Carlin usually got. Oh shit, I sound like a bad porno.
    Can’t help it though. The guy is freaking amazing! Sensual, gorgeous, and willing to get a little kinky.
    What idiot would toss him aside? Carlin ignored the little voice pointing out he’d be going back to New York soon and therefore doing the same thing Rich and the other guy had done to Matt. Not exactly. He knows I have to go back to New York. He has to know that. I’ll tell him just as—What was that? Carlin glanced at the trunk of the cruiser. Had he seen something behind the vehicle or was his mind playing tricks on him?
    Not tricks, he realised seconds later as a blur of red feathers and sharp claws or talons—
    whatever chicken toes were called—hell if he knew. Carlin would have warned Matt more efficiently if he’d been able to articulate what he was seeing. As it was, he screamed, “Look out,” right about the same time the bird dive-bombed Matt.

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Chapter Five

    “I hate that fucking rooster!” Matt hissed as Carlin cleaned the gouges left on his back from the rooster’s sneak attack.
    Carlin snorted. “And yet you insisted on taking care of them before you’d let me clean your back. I don’t know much about chickens, but I’d bet their feet are filthy.”
    “Wouldn’t have been any sense in you playing doctor then me going back out there and getting torn up again,” Matt pointed out. “I don’t understand why that chicken hates me. I’ve never done anything other than feed and water the sorry bird, and carefully try to extract myself from his presence. I just don’t get it.”
    “It’s a chicken,” Carlin pointed out, “and therefore not very smart. Or not smart at all.
    They probably have a brain the size of a pinhead or something.”
    “We could fact check, find out for sure.” Sounded like a grand idea to him.
    Carlin opened the tube of antibacterial cream and squeezed some onto his finger. “You mean, Google it or something like that? I don’t really care enough to bother.”
    “I was thinking more along the lines of cracking that damned rooster’s head open.”
    “That’s really…gross. I think I’m going to pass on that suggestion as well. Besides, Aunt Mary loved Robbie Red. Talked about him all the time when I called her.”
    Matt looked over his shoulder at Carlin. “You’re shitting me, right? Mrs. Hawkins didn’t really