Chapter 23:

Chapter 23:
“Pre-mating? Temporary marking?”-Remington

Remington

I woke up in the little bed across from Cassidy who was sleeping in nothing but his boxer, again. I know he runs hot and doesn’t wear pajamas often. He told me that before. So it’s no surprise, but what is, is that he is hugging his pillow, mumbling in his sleep and dry humping his bed with his hard length very noticeable with his movements. 

I know Cassidy has a high sex drive and it must be killing him to not be out with one woman or another every night, but he is the one who chose this and wanted me to pretend after his sister used the lie to get that pushy woman to back off. 

I couldn’t let Cassidy keep touching my furls yesterday, but that doesn’t mean I didn't want him to and didn’t dream about letting him caress them while making love to him. But I know, it can’t ever be more than a dream. Otherwise, I might offer to help him with his problem. But that would be crossing a line in our friendship that can’t be uncrossed and I just can’t do that. I value him being part of my life too much.

I showered, got  dressed and rushed to the kitchen to help make breakfast before Cassidy even awoke. 

Now, we are helping set up tents and it’s sweaty business, especially as the sun gets higher in the sky.

“It’s nearly lunchtime and there are only two more to set up! Why don’t you two go home and have some lunch, then enjoy your vacation a little?” Cassidy’s father, Alpha Brooks, calls out to us as we finish securing the tent we are working on.

“Are you sure, Dad?” Cassidy asks.

“Yeah. there are more than enough of us to finish the job, son. Besides, your pretty boyfriend look like he needs a drink,” Alpha Brooks replies.

I blush. I have been blushing, working so closely with Cassidy who is shirtless and sweaty from the heat and efforts of his labouring. But now my blush deepens and Cassidy chuckles, before lacing his fingers through mine and pulling me in for a brief hug then leading me to his car.

“Cass, you might want a shirt,” I whisper and he laughs again, but pulls his shirt over himself.

“It’s adorable how shy you are about something as simple as being shirtless. We are often naked around one another before shifts, so hardly anyone around here pays any attention to me being shirtless,” he adds as we settle ourselves into the car and he drives us to his family home.

I am careful to hide my body's response to his state of partial undress, until it has had time to settle down.

I never thought it was possible to fall more in love with someone you are already in love with, but I am doing just that. The more I know about Cassidy’s life growing up and his family, the more I see him in this place, the deeper I fall. I don’t know what I am going to do.

For lunch, Cassidy’s mother and aunts have made a lovely mushroom risotto with the mushrooms we bought at the farmer’s market, along with steak tips and a green salad. I enjoy a serving of risotto, a half serving of steak tips and a double serving of salad. Cassidy has risotto and some salad but a massive triple serving of steak tips, plus the few I can’t finish of mine. 

After lunch, Cassidy leads me through the gardens to a forest trail. 

“We won’t stay on the trail for long. The place I want to show you is off the trail, but not all that difficult to get to. I found it during my first shift when I was thirteen and then it easily became my favorite place to escape from everything and let myself go,” Cassidy says with a cheerful smile. 

I like this. I really like this. I might like it too much. This is a side of Cassidy I have never seen before despite being best friends for an entire decade.

Cassidy whistles as he leads me deeper into the woods, holding back branches for me to pass more easily and taking my hand as he leads me over a babbling brook that widens into a flowing stream as we walk alongside it to a clear crystal pool that has a smaller tricking stream that leads even deeper into the woods, the pool is nearly surrounded by boulders and sunlight dances across its surface.

Cassidy strips down to his boxers and leaps into the water then invites me to join him. I blush and he turns his back. 

“I won’t watch you undress, but you know it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he says.

Except it is. I am hard and I don’t want him to notice. My body always reacts to him, but if I am covered up, I can hide it. Wearing just boxers, wet boxers at that, it will be too apparent. If I am quick, maybe…I rapidly undress and leap, then scream.

“You didn’t tell me it’s cold!”

“It’s not cold, not to me at least. Come here and i’ll warm you up,” Cassidy says. 

His body heat would warm me up, but there would be no hiding any reaction my body might have. For now, the cold has fixed that, but I can’t guarantee it will stay that way. 

“Ahh…I’ll be fine, I guess,” I reply. “It is beautiful here.”

“I can just be me here,” Cassidy replies. “No expectations, no one telling me what they need or who I am supposed to be. Nobody trying to fix me up with a mate or demanding I buy her flowers or whatever…just me and nature, and now you, because I think you need to escape expectations as much as I do.”

“What about the expectations I put on you?” I ask. 

“You only do that at work, otherwise, you never really put any on me. I put them on myself, but that is different. I haven't met all of them. I am not always the best of friends. I need to do a better job by you,” Cassidy says and I swim over to him and turn his face to mine. 

“You are MY BEST friend!” I say firmly. 

“Even now, I am not being the best I can be,” Cassidy sighs and I scrunch my face in confusion. 

“Nevermind! Let me show you some of my dives!” Cassidy says and rapidly climbs the tallest boulder then does a swan dive which surfaces nearly underneath me and he tickles me on his way up. 

I still remember the day Cassidy discovered that I am ticklish. He was trying to squeeze past me in the kitchen in the apartment we rented our second year of university. I was making coffee, and he needed to use the toaster and when he placed his hand on my waist he found a ticklish spot. I buckled laughing and he apologized, but every once in a while, he goes for it.

“Stop! You are going to make me pee!” I laugh.

“It’ll warm up the water,” is all he offers with a goofy grin. 

“Please!”

“Please, what?” Cassidy asks with a smirk.

“Cass!” I whine, but before I can say more there is a loud splash and Dixon appears next to his brother. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring Remi here the last time he visited. It’d be a great make-out spot for the two of you, or maybe you could pre-mate here. You know, the whole temporary marking scheme,” Dixon laughs. 

“That’s crude, Dixon,” Cassidy snorts. “Most city wolves don’t do that, at least not in Calliope.” 

“Pre-mating? Temporary marking?” I ask. 

“Yeah. He would get his scent all over you. Cumming on you or pissing on you would be the best ways. I did it with my mate,” Dixon replies. 

“Oh…I mean, we could, if that is what is expected,” I hazard. 

“It isn’t necessary,” Cassidy says.

“It might knock Shana off your back. She thinks you two are bullshitting. I see how you are together, but you don’t smell like you have been mating, so…” Dixon says. “But don’t mind me. I have to get back to the house. I just saw you two headed this way and wanted to harrass you. I’ll go fetch my clothes from behind the boulder and let you lovebirds do what you do.”

“You really don’t have to,” Cassidy says. “It’s an old, barbaric ritual, like marking your territory.”

“Will it help you?” I ask. 

“Probably,” Casssidy sighs. “But I can’t be certain.”

“Will it keep Shana at bay?”

“There is a chance.”

“Get up on the bank. I won’t watch you pee on me and you don’t watch when I pee, but if it helps…” I offer. 

“Are you sure?” Cassidy asks. 

“If there is a chance of saving you from Shana, I am all for it,” I chuckle. 

I know scientifically that pee is a sterile fluid, but I don’t want to have the image of Cassidy’s cock in my mind, taunting and teasing me. 

I let him coat me first and rub the warm piss all over my abdomen and up to my neck, knowing the more I smell like him, the more effective it will be. The moan that leaves his lips as he relieves himself on me is almost obscene and I try to shut my mind off to the idea that he might enjoy watersports. 

Cassidy closes his eyes and I stand above him, pissing down his broad muscular chest and yeah, there is something oddly satisfying in seeing such a sexy man wearing my piss, my smell. Then the scent hits me. It doesn’t smell like piss at all. I can’t describe it properly, but it smells inviting and comforting and so, so sensual and arousing. 

“Can we rinse off?” I ask as I finish my piss with a rapidly hardening cock in my fist. 

“I think so,” Cassidy says. “I’m going to let it dry a bit, but you go for a swim and then come back and I’ll let you know if you still smell like the most delicious thing on two legs.”

I’m not even sure how I can reply to that as I dive into the cold pool and rinse myself in hopes to tame my erection  yet again. How am I going to last all month, especially if we both smell like this?