by Gale Stanley

Sanctuary 2
Down and Dirty
Bear shifter Luke Reed is still licking his wounds after a bad breakup. Ally would have made a perfect wife, but their relationship was missing the passion. She was all about the romance, but sometimes a guy just wants to get down and dirty. Now Luke’s sex dreams are getting raunchier, and his costar is always a man. The shifter’s face is hidden, but when Sam Harper shows up in Sanctuary, there’s no mistaking his body.
Sparks fly between Sam and Luke and the sex is orgasmic. But Sam doesn’t want to be Luke’s dirty secret. He wants a commitment. Luke realizes that Sam is the soulmate of his dreams, but he’s afraid of disappointing his family. Can Sam convince him to come out of the closet and take a chance on love?
Genres: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 20,953
Down and Dirty
Sanctuary 2
Gale Stanley

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Down and Dirty
Copyright © 2018 by Gale Stanley
ISBN: 978-1-64243-314-2
First Publication: July 2018
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DEDICATION
For Spike, you were an inspiration for so many of my stories. I miss you every day.
~ 2002 to 2018 ~
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia, PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Down and Dirty
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Down and Dirty
Sanctuary 2
GALE STANLEY
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
Luke Reed leaned back against the tree and rubbed his bare back on the rough bark. The friction felt good, but the hand on his dick felt better, even if it was his own. From now on he’d be taking care of business by himself. After a two-year relationship, he’d dumped the prettiest girl in Sanctuary. Their romance wasn’t meant to be, but, it couldn’t hurt to think about Ally while he jacked off. Luke pictured the auburn beauty with her chocolate eyes and soft pink lips. Ally had a good body, too, voluptuous in all the right places. His hand moved faster on his dick. Then slow, then fast again. But, his cock wouldn’t participate.
Damn, what’s wrong with me? A healthy bear shifter is always horny.
Luke performed like a sex-beast in his dreams, but in real life, not so much. The dreams were getting raunchier, and no matter how hard he tried to picture Ally, his costar was always a black-haired man. The man’s face was hidden, but Luke knew every inch of his body. He was a bear in every way, tall, muscular, hairy, and dominating. Inked on his groin above a huge cock were the words ursus ater. It had gotten to the point where Luke’s dick wouldn’t twitch for anything less than his dream lover. He’d never thought of himself as gay, but…
Without warning, last night’s dream popped into Luke’s head. His dark-haired lover straddled him and pinned down his arms. Luke’s cock suddenly came to life. He gripped it and started stroking before it changed its mind. Drops of precum leaked from the slit. Luke smeared the fluid over the head of his cock and slid his hand up and down from base to tip. Fuck, yeah. He needed this bad. Luke worked his cock slowly at first, and then he speeded up and got into a good rhythm. He started panting for an orgasm that seemed just out of reach. Then Luke’s fantasy lover shoved a finger in his ass. Clenching his teeth to hold back a growl, Luke shot off, sowing his seed in the dirt. Frustration turned into pleasure.
Suddenly, a loud growl brought Luke back to reality. He looked up and saw Ash shooting his load against a tree trunk. His friend could never keep his big mouth shut. Sneaking off to masturbate with Ash instead of eating lunch with the guys had been a bad idea. The kid was twenty-one, only a year younger than Luke, but he acted like a raunchy beat fiend.
Another spirited yell from the little blond brought Luke to his feet. He tucked himself into his jeans and put a hand over Ash’s mouth. The little prick bit him. Fuming, Luke pulled his hand away.
Ash looked up and chuckled. “What’s the big idea?”
“Keep your mouth shut. Someone will hear us.”
“So what? The other loggers don’t give a shit what we do on our lunch hour.”
“I don’t like looking desperate. They’ll think we’re jacking off because we’re not getting any.”
Ash snickered. “They know we’re not getting any. Neither are they.”
“We don’t need to advertise it. Let’s get back to work before somebody sees us and rumors start to fly.”
Ash zipped up. “About us? No way.”
“Yeah way. Some of the old heads believe fooling around with your friends will make you gay.”
“Bullshit. It’s a guy thing. Releasing your man-juice is a bonding experience. We’re just buddies jacking off together.”
Luke ruffled Ash’s white-blond hair. “You are pretty enough to be a girl.”
Ash slapped his hand away. “Get off!” He leaped up and started jogging. “I’m outta here. You might decide you wanna fuck me.”
“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole,” Luke shouted. He screwed up his face and feigned a disgust he wasn’t really feeling. The thought of taking things further with a man appealed to him. He didn’t want to fuck his friend, but if his dream lover showed up, all bets were off.
You gotta stop thinking that way, Luke told himself. It’s just crazy shit, born of desperation, because I haven’t met my one and only yet. Maybe he never would. In the meantime, Luke would take matters into his own hands.
* * * *
Luke walked into the house, hot and sweaty after logging all day.
“Luke, is that you?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Don’t forget to wipe your feet.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Luke headed for the kitchen. Lily and Becca were at the stove fixing dinner. Luke grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge to take upstairs. “Smells good in here.”
“Dinner will be ready soon,” Lily said. “Are you going to shower?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Throw those dirty clothes in the hamper, not on the floor.”
Luke gritted his teeth. “Yes, Mom.”
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nbsp; Luke’s mood worsened as he went up the stairs. God, I’m so sick of living with my family. Every day he did a man’s job, yet as soon as he walked into the house, he felt twelve years old again. It was humiliating.
Logging was hard work. When Luke came home, he just wanted to relax and not be bothered. He loved his family, but some days he didn’t feel like talking. It was nice to have a cooked meal waiting, but there were times he would prefer to fix his own meal and shower after dinner.
Luke’s parents couldn’t let go, probably because they’d all had to live together for far too long. Luke wanted his own place, but he and Becca still lived at home because there was no time or money to restore another building in Sanctuary.
Six years ago, the bear shifters had been living in Idaho. After some trouble with hunters, they decided to move. Quinn Hart, one of the older bears, had been reading the real estate ads and discovered the abandoned logging town in Oregon. Sanctuary, the name seemed like an omen. The price tag was hefty, but it included three hundred acres, water rights, and all the abandoned buildings. A few bear shifters thought it was a foolhardy idea and they stayed in Idaho, but most pooled their resources for the move. The logging business was paying off the mortgage, but there wasn’t much left for anything else. Buildings were renovated as needed, and the rest were left for the future.
So for now, Luke would embrace this time with his family and not make a big deal out of any rules or restrictions. In a few years, he’d have his own place and more freedom. He hoped.
Luke entered the dining room and took a seat at the solid oak table. He and his father had chopped down the tree themselves. Polished until it gleamed, the impressive table was fit for a royal banquet. Handcrafting furniture took time, but they were proud of their work and the pieces would last forever. Someday when there was more time, Luke hoped to have his own business. Ally had thought it was a stupid idea, but Luke dreamed of building one-of-a-kind wood furniture and selling it online.
Luke sat opposite his father, Becca on his right, his mother on his left. The women had made roasted salmon with peas and potatoes. It smelled great, but Luke wasn’t hungry. He pushed the food around his plate while the others dug in. When he looked up, he saw his mother watching him.
“What’s wrong, Luke?”
Luke was still feeling glum, and he was horrible at hiding his feelings. I’m twenty-two and still home with you and Dad. “Nothing.”
“It must be something. You’re usually a bottomless pit.”
Lucas Sr. spoke up. “Dig in, boy. A lumberjack needs to eat.”
I’m not a boy. Treat me like an adult. But Luke bit the bullet and started eating.
“I think he’s missing Ally,” Lily said.
He’s sitting right here.
His father agreed. “Luke should have mated her a year ago.”
Luke gritted his teeth. He loved his parents, but they would never change. They thought they knew what was best for him. As he listened to the conversation swirling around him, Luke wondered if they were right. Even his friends told him he was crazy to dump Ally. Maybe he was. Female bear shifters were in short supply. But Luke didn’t want to be a lead-on, letting Ally believe that marriage was in their future. Ally wanted a husband, babies, and a house with a picket fence. She was ready to settle down. Luke wasn’t.
At first, everything seemed cool. They were the golden couple, and Luke’s parents constantly reminded him how lucky he was. Luke couldn’t remember when things started changing, but gradually the hitches in their relationship mutated into insurmountable problems. In the beginning, Ally was sexy and adventurous. After she landed Luke, she suddenly had no outside interests and went ballistic if she had to do anything without him. She was like two different people. One day she’d put Luke on a pedestal, and the next she’d tear him down.
Ally had told him more than once, “I don’t want to change you, just your behavior.” Sometimes Luke felt like he had to stifle parts of who he was to make the relationship work. It seemed like Ally was more in love with the idea of being in a relationship than she was with Luke the person.
Sex with Ally had never been earth-shattering. Their spark never turned into a raging fire, and Luke had put aside his dreams of a soul mate who would fan the flames of his passion.
After a few weeks, fucking had fizzled into infrequent, conditional sex. There were always strings attached. “Fix my porch steps, first.” “Take me into town tonight, and then we’ll have sex.”
When they finally made it to the bedroom, Ally was all about the romance. Romance was a good thing, but did it always have to start with two hours of foreplay—in her bedroom? Ally had no family, and she shared a house with another girl. There were plenty of opportunities for a change of scene, but Ally wouldn’t permit any quickies in the shower, the woods, or the toolshed.
Ally would light candles and put fresh flowers on the dresser. Then Luke would kiss and caress her, and if he got her in the right mood, Ally might perform oral sex. Then she’d let him fuck her until he came. Ally would tell him it was the greatest sex she’d ever had, but Luke was never sure if she’d actually orgasmed.
After months of the same predictable routine, Luke wanted to mix it up, but when he approached Ally about spanking, talking dirty, or anal sex, she turned up her nose. Sometimes a guy just wanted it down and dirty.
At first, Luke blamed himself. Maybe he was too kinky. Then he and his best buddy had a bet I'm kinkier than you competition, and Luke lost. Luke had been shocked, but Ash just laughed at him. “There's no such thing as too kinky, as long as you have a sexually compatible partner.”
Luke had to admit that he and Ally weren’t sexually compatible, and after two years, there was little chance of anything changing. Luke knew in his heart of hearts that no matter how perfect Ally might be, she wasn’t perfect for him.
“Hello. Earth to Luke?”
Luke blinked. He’d been so lost in his thoughts, he’d cleaned his plate and hadn’t heard a word around him. “Sorry, Becca.”
“You were a million miles away. I think you need some fun in your life. Why don’t you come to the club with me tonight?”
Becca, you too?
Going to the club with his sister didn’t sound all that exciting. It wasn’t even a real club, just a storage warehouse the shifters used for drinking and dancing. Luke himself had helped lay a new floor and build a bar against the far wall. Some tables and chairs, an old refrigerator, and they were good to go. Ash had declared himself the DJ, and he went every night to play the latest music. Most nights there was a good crowd. There wasn’t much else to do in Sanctuary. No restaurants, bowling alleys, or movie theaters. Not even a Walmart. And there was no money to spend on those things anyway.
“Too tired.”
Luke’s father raised a brow. “I can’t believe a young buck like you is too tired to go out and have fun. I think you’re lovesick. You never should have let Ally get away. Go with your sister. You need to get out.”
“Yes, Dad.”
Chapter Two
Luke took a sip of his beer and watched the tall dark stranger spinning his ex around the dance floor. They made a striking couple. Ally’s low-cut top put her ample cleavage on prominent display and made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. But it was her partner Luke focused on. He turned to Becca. “Who is that guy dancing with Ally?”
Becca sported a mischievous grin. “Jealous?”
Luke frowned. “Curious.”
“His name is Sam Harper and he’s visiting from Idaho, but he wasn’t living there when we were.”
Still, something about Sam Harper was familiar. He was at least 6’4” and well built. Tight jeans hugged his ass, enhancing every move as he danced, and his unbuttoned shirt revealed a sexy smattering of dark hair between solid pecs. Dark intense eyes and a heavily stubbled face projected a masculine vibe.
Luke remembered all the times Ally had run her hands through his blond hair and raved about his blue eyes. Now she wa
s dancing with Luke’s physical opposite. And Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome had to be a good dancer, too, didn’t he? Luke tore his gaze away, but kept returning to Ally and her macho partner.
The beat slowed and the lights dimmed. Ally started to get freaky. She moved her hips in a circular motion. Then she turned her back to her partner and bent her knees in a sexy invitation. He put his hands on her hips, and Ally ground her ass against his crotch.
Surprise made Luke’s jaw drop. He and Ally had two years of backstory, and she had never acted that seductive with him. Yet here she was cozying up to a stranger. Why? Did she want to make Luke jealous? She couldn’t possibly want to get back together. Their breakup had been awful. Most likely, Ally wanted to bolster her ego, or show Luke what he was missing.
If she wanted to annoy Luke because he couldn’t dance, it was working. He would rather have his fingernails pulled out than get on the dance floor. Dancing made him feel self-conscious. He imagined he looked silly and everyone was laughing at him. It had always been hard for Luke to let loose and have fun.
Evidently, this guy had no such problem. He danced as if no one was watching, and he didn’t care if they did. Ally was eating up his sexy moves. She turned to face him, and they started rolling their chests and groins against each other. Ally had a goofy smile on her face, and her moves got more seductive. She licked her lips and eye-fucked the shit out of her partner.
Luke’s eyes popped. He clenched his teeth. Ally never acted that way with him. She must have had too much to drink. She never could hold her liquor.
Suddenly Ally stood on her tiptoes, gripped her partner’s neck, and fastened her face to his.
Ash came over to the bar to grab a beer. He took a sip and chuckled. “Now that’s one hell of a lip-lock.”
That was the last straw. They might not be together anymore, but Luke still felt responsible for Ally. He couldn’t stand by and watch her get into trouble. Luke pushed his way through the crowded dance floor and clamped a hand on the stranger’s shoulder. “What the fuck is going on here?”
