I laughed, surprised. “It is?”
“I know, sounds weird, right? But it helps my mental health to be around other people, interacting and absorbing their energy from a distance. Some people say you couldn’t write without reading a lot, you know?”
“I did not know that,” I admitted.
“Well. They do.” He glanced at me. “And I agree with that, but I also think face-to-face contact is necessary to be a good writer. I don’t know if I could effectively tell love stories without immersing myself in the world and everyone in it.”
“Hm.” I stopped to consider his words seriously as I firmly held the door handle to the bar.
“Does that make any sense?” He laughed nervously, and I gave him a warm smile.
“It does. It makes a lot of sense. You have to be in the world to really know about it, don’t you?”
He grinned. “I think so. Plus, you know, the booze does help the creative juices.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re here. I’ll buy you a drink, to get those juices flowing,” I said without a hint of innuendo in my voice as I pushed the door open and allowed him to wallow in the space I left behind.
You’ve still got it.
I couldn’t help a cheeky grin as I stepped into the dark bar. My boots thumped heavily along the wooden floorboards. The smell of humans was strong in here, but wolves had made their mark too. This place, more than any other in Timberwood Cove, was where our worlds intersected. It was where humans became more animalistic, more relatable. And wolf shifters could let down their guard a little.
I pulled up a stool at the bar and gave the bartender a nod. He looked me over and I thought I caught a flash of red or orange in his eyes before it quickly faded to a deep brown. He proceeded to ignore me until Keifer sat down.
“The usual?” the bartender asked Keifer.
I watched him intently as his eyes locked onto Keifer’s. He wasn’t a wolf shifter, but there was something vastly different about him. I couldn’t pick up his scent, but I assumed it was because I was overwhelmed by the smell of the young man sitting beside me.
“You want a beer?” Keifer asked.
I nodded and spun on my stool to watch him instead of the bartender.
“Make it two,” he said to the barman.
I liked the way Keifer’s silhouette looked as he spoke. His strong chin and jaw were stubbled with a day of growth, and his sharp nose gave his face a certain elegance at that angle.
With two beers in hand, he started to turn to me. I quickly looked over his head at the poky little television above the bar and pretended I was fixated on the baseball game and not his beautiful face.
“Have you had this brew before?” he asked, grabbing my attention.
“Hm? Oh, no, I don’t think I have.” I took the beer from his hand and looking at the label.
“It’s an in-house ale. It’s good. A little strong, but perfect to get those juices flowing.” He smiled at me and took a swig, his eyes shining. I barely held back a laugh. I took my own drink and savored the bitter notes that washed over my tongue.
“Mm! It is good,” I agreed.
He slid his laptop case onto the bar, and my heart suddenly ached. Was he really going to work? Well, that answered that—I was just a buddy, and that kiss had just been a fluke… I looked for a sense of relief, but all I felt was disappointment.
But instead of taking out his laptop, he rested his elbow on the case and looked over his shoulder at the television.
“Huh, the Timberwood Wolves,” he said, spinning around to watch the game but craning back to talk to me. “You miss going to those games now Jaxon no longer plays for them?”
“You better believe it,” I said, raising my beer to the television. “You went to a few, right?”
“Oh yeah, I did. Got to as many of them as I could before I had to move away for grad school.”
“That’s right. I remember you throwing peanuts all over the place.”
He chuckled and turned back to the game. I might have enjoyed just being around him like that, watching a game, if not for that maddening, overpowering scent. It was all I could do not to bend him over the old stools right here, even more because I suspected he’d like it. His perfectly-smooth hair and neatly-trimmed beard paired with a perfectly ironed shirt and well-fitting jeans that weren’t worn in the least. He took care of the way he looked, and kept it all neat and tidy, but that only made me more convinced of how much he’d like the contrast of being unclean and a little wrong, with that shirt creasing where I’d lifted it, and those light-wash jeans pressing into the sticky surface of the table…
Even without those very graphic thoughts running through my head on a loop, there was definitely something happening between us. After an hour or so of drinking and light chat about baseball, work and kids, I was entirely worked up from the way he leaned toward me when he laughed or occasionally touched my arm with his fingertips, leaving a trail of fire behind him every time, no matter that he’d been holding an ice-cold beer only moments before.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed my beer away and sat back on the stool to admire him and the youthful glimmer in his eyes.
“You’re real fucking pretty,” I said, voice low enough to keep it just between us in the noisy bar. His smile grew, and he moved in his seat. “I don’t know if that’s the right word to use. I’ve only generally complimented women, but pretty is what you are, to me.”
“Pretty is nice,” he said, his gaze darting to the surface of the table. “I mean. Thank you, and…yeah, I don’t mind that word.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so nervous around me. Not even when you were a teenager.”
“Can you blame me?” He seemed to regret being so direct as soon as he’d spoken, but as he shuffled and wriggled in his seat, it only made me want to slide my chair closer to his. To breathe that scent in right from his skin. “I mean. At the claiming, you did kiss me.”
“Sure did.” I left it at that for a couple of seconds, watching him squirm, and not certain why. “But I don’t see why that should make you nervous. Kind of the opposite, if anything.”
“I don’t know. That kind of kiss could mean all sorts of things.”
“Could it? I thought it was pretty clear.”
I held his gaze for as long as he’d let me, intensity and intimacy burning in my chest. I wanted to wind my hands into his hair and pull him closer. I wanted to peel the layers of uncertainty and self-questioning away from him. Didn’t he know how attractive he was?
“Greer, I—”
Just then, the sudden roar in the brewery dragged our attention back to the game on the television. Keifer gripped my hand as we watched the key moment of the game, the Timberwood Wolves bringing it home for us. For a few moments, the entire room was seized with the same elated energy, and then as it began to fade, I realized just how much of my joy came from holding his hand. When we let go, I brushed my thumb over his palm. It felt wretched to let him go. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I felt my cock swelling a little in my jeans; something that hadn’t happened to me in years.
“Ah shit. I didn’t realize it was getting so late,” Keifer said. “I was only really intending to sit for a little while, and here you are, pinning me to the ground.”
I grinned, folding my arms as I sat back. “Pinning you to the ground, huh? How many beers have you had, exactly?”
“I’m not drunk.”
I might have believed him until he actually said it. There was something pouty and sweet about the way he insisted it—like I would think less of him if he were drunk, somehow. Then I remembered, that was how he became pregnant with Stacia. He’d been drunk and on heat. Not a good combination when around alphas. But I had more control than someone in their twenties, and I reckoned it was a good thing I was with him and he wasn’t here on his own.
“Sure, maybe not drunk. But would you drive with your daughter in the car?”
He p
aused, which was a clear “no” even if he didn’t want to admit it.
“Right. So, you’re not gonna drive with you in the car. C’mon, I’ll get you home.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Even as he tried to protest, I could hear he liked the idea, and I saw a light shine in his eyes. It was as though somebody had lit something inside him—and then I felt myself brighten up a second later when I realized it was me.
“We’ll go in my car.” I was too used to ordering people around to pose it as a question. “You can pick yours up later. Point me to where you live.”
“That way.” He vaguely waved westward.
He was walking straight, and easily got himself into my car, so not drunk, just loosened up. Good. I’d felt a little guilty believing I’d distracted him from his work and gotten him wasted. Not the type of responsible behavior I prided myself on as an alpha. But driving him home was.
I slid into the driver’s seat and was struck with the full-blown intensity of his scent. I grunted and closed my eyes, straining to stop from reacting like some vulgar lout. I managed to reign in some control, and then opened my eyes to find Keifer staring at me.
“Everything okay?” he asked quietly.
“You just smell…wonderful.” I turned the engine on.
“Sorry…”
I turned to look at him seriously. “Don’t ever be sorry. You have nothing to apologize for. I promise. It’s fine. More than fine.”
A shy smile crept onto his face and he quickly turned to look out the window.
Downright adorable.
I tried not to think about Keifer sliding down in the seat of my car as we made our way to his place, getting comfortable against the leather. He wasn’t out of his mind drunk. Not by a long shot, but I could see he was definitely experiencing a fuzzy, happy bliss, and he couldn’t stop smiling as we pulled up onto Town Hall Road.
“You were sweet to drive me,” he said. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“Sure, I do. That’s my MO. Taking care of people.”
“Uh-huh. Oh, just here,” he said, pointing to his house. I pulled up in front.
He unclipped his belt and turned to look at me. With a little Dutch courage, it seemed he was able to hold my eyes for longer than usual, and with the combination of his smile and his scent, he was just about killing me. Since he was being a little braver with those warm eyes, I figured I’d follow suit.
“You have no idea how hard you made it to sit with you in a bar. Looking like that, all bright eyes and big smiles.”
“I didn’t make it hard.”
“Oh, you definitely made it hard.”
He snickered, and I couldn’t help laughing, but then I shook my head. “Look, I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
Keifer blinked, slow and thoughtful, and his smile curved a little in the corners. I knew what he was doing as soon as he started to lean closer, but I didn’t want to stop him. I’d kissed him the first time and now I wanted to savor the sight of him moving in toward me. I loved the flicker of new confidence on his handsome face.
It was a relatively chaste kiss at such an awkward angle. Even so, it made me dizzy with desire, and there wasn’t any pack around to distract me this time. All I had to focus on was his scent and the texture of his lips. I moaned, and he shuffled closer to press his lips harder against mine. As he moved I saw the hard outline of his cock.
He followed my line of sight. “Come inside.”
Most of the time I wasn’t one for taking orders, but this was one time I was happy to obey. He led me into his house, his warm hand in mine. I relished the texture of his skin and the length of his fingers as I linked them together, not wanting to let him go, even when he started shrugging off his jacket. I watched him, how his lithe muscles moved under his shirt, how his breathing increased slightly as he kept glancing at me.
I took a quick look around his home—tidy and beautiful, just like him—then took his hand once more and dragged him to the couch. I suppose I could have taken him straight to the bedroom, but I wanted to make sure he knew what he was letting himself in for. But when I sat down, I pulled him onto my lap, his legs astride mine, needing him close.
“Okay?” I asked.
Keifer nodded but seemed unsure if he was supposed to make the next move. I smiled and slid my hands along his slim thighs, and then tugged him a little closer until his cock pressed against mine. Keifer groaned, and I think we both knew where this was going. He leaned in, and I met him halfway, and once again felt the perfect touch of his lips.
My wolf paced, restless, something he never did, and I knew I was getting close to the point of being unable to stop—if I hadn’t already tipped over. It had been so very many years since I’d slept with anybody, and to have found someone special, somebody I wanted so badly it literally hurt, seemed beyond miraculous. Even so, his needs were more important than mine. I kneaded his ass through his tight jeans and smiled again when he whimpered, but I needed to know he was sure about this even as need pulsed through my body.
I combed my hands through his hair to guide him back, to make him meet my eyes. “You want my hands on you?” I asked, low and growling. “You want this?”
“Yes, badly.”
I groaned in relief, pressing a string of kisses against his neck. “Thank god.”
“You want it too?” he asked softly as he craned his neck, giving me more skin to kiss.
“I need it,” I said, burying my face in his shoulder and inhaling deeply. “Your scent again. It’s driving me fucking wild.”
“I swear I’m on suppressors.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s okay. Not your fault you smell divine.”
He smiled, shy once more. I kissed him deeply again, meeting his exploring tongue with mine, and then I slid my palm over his cock. He gasped and pushed into my hand, grinding against it.
Need friction, huh? I know the feeling.
My heart raced, and I could barely think about anything but fucking him, even though I knew it was too soon; we’d barely spent any time kissing, never mind anything else. It wasn’t wise to rush, but my body didn’t seem to care. I rolled my hips into him. He let out a shuddering groan that made me fucking crazy with desire.
“Fuck.” I rested my forehead against his. “I’m sorry, it’s just… If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
“No, don’t stop.”
“You sure? I can barely hold off.”
“Then don’t.” He leaned close to speak into my ear. “Take me.”
I growled, feeling my body take over. With Keifer’s permission, there was nothing left to wait for. No boundaries in my way. I slid him off me then quickly stood before grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall to his bedroom, but I didn’t know which room was his. He laughed and began pushing me until we entered a nicely proportioned room decorated in pale green and cream. I’m sure the rest of the room looked nice, but I could only see Keifer’s bed, could only imagine him laid out naked in the middle of it.
I turned to see Keifer hurriedly stripping, his shirt already on the floor as he shoved his pants and tight blue boxers down, allowing his pretty, thick cock to spring free from the confines of the fabric. I let out an animal growl, barely holding back my desire to pounce.
Keifer grinned, obviously knowing what he was doing to me, and then he crawled onto the bed, his pert ass exposed. That sight alone was enough to get me moving, but I could also taste his slick in the air, the essence of an omega wanting to be fucked, and who was I to deny him?
I’m sure Keifer expected me to strip off and take him there and then, but I wanted something else first—I wanted to taste him properly. Without preamble, I shoved his ass cheeks apart then buried my face in the wetness of his hole. He gasped, and then moaned, long and low, widening his knees as I lapped him up. Fuck, he tasted like honey and cinnamon all rolled into one. Completely consumed with lust, I licked and teased him with my tongue, and then worked him open with my finge
rs, aching for him but still trying to hold off for as long as I could before primal need snapped the last of my patience. When he groaned again, the sound so ragged, I couldn’t take any more.
I stood to pull off my clothes, my gaze focused on him as he rolled onto his back. His weeping cock curved against his stomach, and a blush spread over his chest and up his neck. He looked utterly adorable, so ready for me, wanting me. He wet his lips as he looked me over, and I saw admiration in his eyes. It was a boost to my ego that he saw me as an attractive man, even at my age, and I hoped I lived up to his expectations because I was too desperate to stop now. I’d meant what I said earlier—I didn’t just want him, I felt like I needed him.
I climbed onto the bed, and then used his hips to pull him closer to me. Once I had him in the position, I guided my hard cock to his hole.
“Oh fuck!” He arched his back just a little to try and get me to enter him.
I growled again and tested the resistance of his ass, finding it still tight despite his slick and the work of my fingers and tongue. When I pushed harder, his ass gave way to take the head of my cock, and I grunted in approval. Keifer gasped and reached for me, holding my shoulders tightly as he let out soft whimpers.
Suddenly, I felt the muscles of his ass flex to draw me in, and I couldn’t hold off. With another guttural grunt, I pushed all the way in, burying myself inside him. The velvet heat of his body around me made my head spin, stroking and satisfying a deep and primitive part of me that had been dormant for way too long.
“Greer! Oh my fucking god, I can’t believe this is happening.”
His breath stuttered, and he sounded desperate. His gaze was focused on me even as his eyelids fluttered. His instinct seemed to want him to close his eyes and ride out the intense wave of sensations. I knew the feeling. I could have closed my eyes too, if not for how badly I wanted to see him.
I wanted to see the man whose cries worked me up into a frenzy as he tightened his legs around the small of my back, whose scent stirred the wolf and the human in me to a deep aching lust.
“Greer, please move.”
Keifer’s plea had something fluttering in my stomach, and I smiled before withdrawing then pushing back inside him. He moaned, and after that I didn’t waste any more time in giving us both what he wanted.
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