The taste of his mate damn-near brought Congo to his knees. Strawberry shortcake with a pinch of cream... his favorite. Sparrow smelled of it and tasted just like it. Congo could kiss this man for days, and never grow tired.
The catcalls from Juron, Ponu and Mon-Tie had him reluctantly pulling back from the kiss.
Realizing Sparrow had somehow made it into his arms, with his legs wrapped around Congo’s waist, had Congo slowly lowering the man to the ground. The smack to the back of his head had him turning and hissing, “What the f**k, Yukon?”
“Stop sucking face, and get your ass in here. We have a lot to talk about,” Yukon snapped out and turned to go back inside.
Yukon looked back at the three stragglers, growling, “Go home,” before taking Sparrow’s hand, and going back into the ho
