Chapter Five

The heat around his erection pulled a low, guttural groan from Enrique's throat. His blood burned in his veins, and his gut clenched with his pleasure. Tingles danced across the flesh of his groin, creating goose bumps.

As Trynche eased partway off Enrique's dick, he sucked strongly, providing the most delicious pressure. He used his longer-than-usual tongue to swipe over his crown. Then he pressed the tip into the wrinkled skin beneath Enrique's cap, sending a jolt of blissful fire straight to his balls.

The calloused hand cradling his balls offered a gentle massage, stimulating his sack further. His testicles began to tighten, and Enrique let out another long moan. He tried to hold on, reveling in the exquisite sensations cascading through him.

"F-Fuck, Trynche!" Enrique cried as a hard shudder rocked his body.

"We'll get there," Trynche claimed, his voice deep and gruff.

Trynche lifted his mouth and returned it to Enrique's cock so fast he barely felt the loss of stimulation. Another hard suck caused tingles to bloom at the base of his spine. They zipped up his back to his brain, sending his senses reeling. A second later, those same zings shot straight back to his groin.

Enrique's gut clenched, and his testicles pulled tight. His blood felt as if it was on fire as his orgasm bowled through him. His erection throbbed and pulsed as he emptied into Trynche's still-sucking mouth.

Moaning, Enrique arched, shudders racking him as he floated on the most blissful ecstasy he'd ever before experienced. The gargoyle continued to scrape his claws along the sensitive skin of his sack—which should have freaked Enrique out, but it just felt so damn good. He also kept suckling on his crown while jacking his shaft, as if he needed to get Enrique to spill every last drop.

Finally, Trynche eased his mouth off of Enrique's prick and peered at him with a smug expression. He licked his lips obscenely and hummed.

"You taste delicious, my mate," Trynche rumbled gruffly. "So damn good." The gargoyle nuzzled his cheek against Enrique's slowly softening prick, making it twitch. "Can't get enough of you."

Enrique flopped his head back and sighed deeply, basking in the endorphins pinging through his system. It was probably the afterglow affecting him, but he whispered, "I've half a mind to take you up on that offer."

Trynche's husky rumbles reached his ears, and Enrique smiled as he relaxed.

*

Slowly, the cooling of the semen on Enrique's stomach registered, mainly because it was beginning to itch. He groaned softly, lifted his head a little, then let it flop back onto the pillow. Slinging an arm over his eyes, Enrique tried to get his sluggish brain to come back online.

That was a frickin' wet dream.

The realization hit Enrique, and he groaned again.

What the hell? I haven't had one of them since I was a teenager.

Shoving from the bed, Enrique did his best to ignore the itch as he stumbled into the ensuite. He started the shower to warm before stopping in front of the toilet to relieve his bladder. Due to passing out after jacking off in bed the night before, he'd slept in the nude—not something he did on the regular.

That may change.

Enrique winced at his thoughts as he pulled out his toothbrush and paste. After finishing that, he stepped into the shower. He rested his forearms on the wall and bowed his head, allowing the hot, soothing spray to cascade down his body.

His mind spun.

When Enrique had accepted a blowjob from Trynche two nights before, he never imagined it would affect his dreams. The male had just been so... virile—masculine and earthy, dominant yet kind and caring. The way Trynche had helped him into bed, stroking his arms, torso, and face, had enflamed Enrique's arousal.

When Trynche had moaned and commented on how good Enrique's arousal smelled, he should have been embarrassed. Except, then the gargoyle had indicated his loincloth-covered groin, showing off his own large bulge. The male had been just as aroused, and he hadn't been shy at all about it.

With Trynche sprawling beside him, petting and talking to him, Enrique had given in to his desires and accepted the gargoyle's offer of pleasure. The attentive, expert blowjob had blown Enrique's mind. He would have been embarrassed at how fast he'd lost it, but he hadn't been awake long enough afterward to feel that. Enrique had passed right out.

In the morning, Trynche had been gone, and Enrique realized he had mixed feelings about that. At first, he'd been a little annoyed. After all, the gargoyle had made all sorts of comments about how he wanted a relationship with him. Then Enrique had been relieved. A relationship with a gargoyle? How would that even work?

After getting cleaned up as best as he could, Enrique had eased down the bunkhouse stairs, relieved to find the place relatively quiet. He supposed what they said about ranchers being early risers was true. There were animals to feed and other chores that Enrique was sure he didn't know about.

Fortunately, there'd been a half-full, still-hot carafe of coffee in the bunkhouse's kitchen, so he'd helped himself to a cup. He'd stepped out onto the porch to enjoy the black brew, finding it deliciously strong—just the way he liked it. As Enrique had been finishing up his cup, a man Enrique hadn't recognized had approached him.

The guy had introduced himself to Jory Dartmore, a lawyer working out of the closest city almost forty-five minutes away. "I'll drive you into town on my way to the office," he'd told him. Then Jory had smirked and told him, "And I'd be happy to answer any questions about how having a gargoyle mate works. I'm bonded with Biscane." He'd waved his hand absently over his shoulder. "He's one of the enforcers here."

Enrique had nodded, but he hadn't really known what the guy was talking about. On the drive to town, that had changed. Jory had managed to pack in a hell of a lot of information on that fifteen-minute drive.

Unmated gargoyles turned to stone during the day. They called it roosting. It was the reason Trynche hadn't been with him when he'd woken. Once they completed their bond, the gargoyle would gain a human form, which was why Lludd could be seen in town without causing a stir. They would still need to roost a few hours a week, but they would be able to choose a convenient time for it.

Just before Jory had dropped Enrique off, he'd dropped a bombshell. Gargoyles could get their male mates pregnant.

Holy shit.

That notion had nearly blown Enrique's mind. He'd thrown himself into work to try to keep his mind from dwelling on... well, everything he'd learned. Enrique had also ignored Sheldon's calls and texts, having zero desire to deal with the man.

Enrique had managed to get through the whole day, avoiding thinking about... everything and anything.

Then... that dream.

Never in his wildest imaginings would Enrique think he would dream about Trynche, and certainly not in such overwhelmingly stimulating detail. Just recalling not only the blowjob a couple of nights prior, but also his dream from that morning, Enrique felt his prick twitch. He groaned and reached for himself.

As soon as Enrique wrapped his fingers around his length, the image of Trynche's hot mouth engulfing him flashed into his mind. He closed his eyes and groaned, pressing his forehead against the tile as renewed heat filled his body. His balls suddenly felt heavy, even though he knew that he'd just gotten off.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Even while thinking that, Enrique began jacking his swelling erection. He was fully hard again in seconds, and he grabbed the conditioner. After squirting a healthy dollop onto his palm, he returned his attention to his jutting shaft, squeezing and stroking slowly.

Using his second hand, Enrique cupped his balls. He recalled the feel of Trynche's palm cradling his sack, massaging lightly. At the same time, the male had used his tongue to tease over his crown, even as he'd sucked him. Enrique squeezed his dick while swiping his thumb over his knob, doing his best to emulate what the gargoyle had managed with his mouth.

It wasn't quite the same, and Enrique groaned. He sped up his fist and imagined Trynche on his knees before him. Recalling the hunger that had been in the gargoyle's deep green eyes as he'd blown him, Enrique felt a shiver work through him despite the hot water.

As Enrique recalled the way Trynche had touched him, pleasured him, and appeared to be the happiest damn person on the planet while doing it, his ardor rose. His blood fired hot in his veins. Faster than he thought possible, his prick jerked in his grip, and pre-cum oozed from his crown. When Enrique recalled the way Trynche had growled his name, his balls pulled tight.

One more squeeze to his orbs, coupled with the memory of the gargoyle's wicked grin, sent Enrique sailing over the edge. His orgasm barreled through him, and he came hard, shudders racking through him. Enrique panted harshly as he floated for the second time that morning.

The water beginning to cool drew Enrique out of his relaxed state. A shiver for a new reason worked over his skin. With a sigh, he washed swiftly, cleaning up. Turning off the water, Enrique grabbed a towel and began drying himself off.

Once done, Enrique dressed in his standard nice but comfortable jeans and button-down before pulling on socks and boots. He poured himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. As he sipped it, he toasted a blueberry bagel and pulled out plain cream cheese.

As Enrique ate his breakfast, his phone rang. Hearing the ringtone, he groaned—Sheldon. Reaching over, he silenced the device.

While Enrique knew he wouldn't be able to put off the persistent asshole forever, he was definitely going to give it his best shot. The man just wanted the night footage, and he didn't have it anyway. Enrique also needed to make a time to get back to the ranch where his Blackhawk had landed so he could inspect the damages.

Enrique finished his breakfast and poured himself a second cup of coffee. Settling in his home office, he began going over his accounts. While it would leave him extremely tight, if Sheldon became a problem, Enrique could return every penny the man had given him. It would suck being out the money for the fuel he'd used, but he would deal with it.

Halfway through budgeting, Enrique heard his doorbell. He frowned as he stood. Not expecting anyone, he tucked his phone into his pocket and headed to the front door.

After peering through the peephole, Enrique let out a low groan.

Well, shit.

Enrique had known he wouldn't be able to avoid Sheldon forever, but never would he have thought the guy would show up at his home. He bowed his head and took a slow, deep breath. As the bell rang again—followed by hard knocking—Enrique let that breath out just as slowly.

Then... Enrique opened the door. "Sheldon," he muttered, frowning at the man. Deciding it was time to get the man out of his life, he asked bluntly, "What are you doing here?"

"If you'd picked up your phone, you'd know the answer to that," Sheldon snarled, shoving his way into the house. "Well? What do you think it is?"

Keeping his features impassive, Enrique hid his confusion. "What do I think what is?" he asked calmly as he closed the door and turned to face Sheldon.

"The big winged thing?" Sheldon stated with a duh expression on his face. The man must have spotted Enrique's flash of surprise before he could hide it, for he scoffed, scowled, and sneered all at the same time. "The big winged thing on the video you sent me night before last."

"Uh, I was in an accident with my bird night before last," Enrique replied slowly, racking his brain for some kind of understanding of how Sheldon had gotten the video. "I haven't even looked at it." He almost said he hadn't sent anything, either, but then the answer hit him. "Auto-upload," Enrique whispered. "I totally forgot about that."

When Enrique had done a software update on his video recording system, the system had set up an auto-upload function. Anything he videoed would be uploaded to his cloud storage at midnight. The video he made the night before last must be on there... and it seemed that he'd caught something questionable after all.

That begged another question. How the hell had Sheldon gotten access to it?

"How'd you see the video?" Enrique demanded. "I didn't send it to you."

Sheldon scoffed. "You know I'm not a patient man."

That was an understatement.

Shrugging, Sheldon told him, "You have your username and password on a stickie note in your helicopter tour office." With a derisive laugh, he pointed out, "Anyone can access it."

Well, shit.

"So, let's go to your office." Sheldon started toward the hallway leading to his office as if he had every right to barge into Enrique's home. "Pull it up. I want to know what else you saw out there."

Enrique followed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get rid of Sheldon unless he called the police.

So very tempting.

After Enrique reviewed the footage, he wished he'd gone with his gut and called Archer. Not only had he caught the shadow of a gargoyle's wing swooping across the sky, when Trynche had removed his helmet, it appeared he'd gotten part of his face in the shot. While his hair mostly hid his angular features, his pointed ear had been on display, peeking through the strands.

This is all bad.