Sartin woke with a start, his skin wet and cold in the hot sun. A terrible nightmare had played through his head while he slept, but now he was awake, he couldn’t remember what happened. He only knew it had been awful.
Sommar snored lightly next to him. The sun warmed his unblemished torso. His chiseled chest and stomach rose and fell with each breath. Sartin’s c**k stirred within his body as he watched his mate sleep.
“Sommar.” Sartin shook him.
Sommar’s eyes opened and he popped up. Sartin grabbed him before he headed into the water.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Eyes wide with fear and anxiety, Sommar craned his neck to see what was happening.
Sartin held Sommar in an embrace. He inhaled deep. “I’m fine. I woke and want to go for a swim, and I want you to go with me.” Sartin spoke
