Dillan growled softly, the sound full of masculine pleasure. “Yesss,” he hissed. “Harder.”
Derek couldn’t help but follow the order. Hell, his own cock jerked and twitched, aching in his grip. “Oh, God,” he whined again, feeling his balls tighten.
“Oh, shit,” Dillan mumbled. “Are you going to come again, Derek? Does touching me, jacking my dick, pleasuring me, get you so hot?” Groaning again, he rumbled, “So close, handsome. Come with me. Show me how much you like touching me.”
Then, Dillan’s body bucked. He let out a guttural cry.
Derek felt Dillan’s cock swell and twitch in his grip. The water around his hand warmed. He knew it must have been from the hot seed Derek figured was pulsing from the man’s prick. Instead of being disgusted, Derek wished he could have seen how that looked.
Watching Dillan throw his head back, seeing the look of ecstasy on his lean face as he came, caused Derek’s own balls to pull tight. He saw the man’s body bow and shudder, expressing his completely uninhibited bliss. Then, hearing Dillan moan his name, Derek, oh fuck, yes, Derek, sent him right over the edge.
Derek’s body jolted as he came again in such a short time, fiery bliss cascading through his body. He moaned loudly, clamping his eyes shut as he shuddered. On his knees before Dillan, Derek rode out the second most intense orgasm of his life. Panting harshly, he pried open his eyes and stared at the man sprawled before him. He knew it was because of this man.
Confusion, embarrassment, and even shame flooded Derek, warring with the bliss. He released his grip on not only his own cock but Dillan’s penis. He clenched that hand, fighting his urge to explore the softening appendage. Instead, he grabbed his underwear and jerked the fabric back into place, covering his spent dick. He groaned as the wet cotton rubbed over his too sensitive appendage.
“Derek? You okay?”
Jerking his gaze to Dillan’s face, seeing his relaxed expression slowly give way to concern, Derek stumbled to his feet.
“Uh, y-yeah. No.” Derek frowned and shook his head. “I’m gonna shower and go to sleep.”
As Derek scrambled out of the hot tub, he ignored Dillan. He ignored the concern in the man’s tone when he called his name, and he ignored his desire to assure the man he was fine...because he wasn’t. Beyond being confused and ashamed, Derek didn’t know what he was.
In the span of an afternoon, Dillan had turned Derek’s whole world upside down.
Chapter Six
Dillan let out a slow breath as he watched his mate run away from him. He resisted the urge to follow Derek. While he’d much rather have spent the next hour holding Derek as the human worked through his panic over his first gay experience, Dillan realized this was something Derek needed to muddle through on his own.
Gods, the possessiveness Dillan had felt upon learning his mate had never been with another man. It had nearly been overwhelming. He’d wanted to bend the man over the side of the hot tub, lick his way into his sexy man’s ass, stretching him with his tongue, before claiming him in every possible way.
Soon...I hope.
Rubbing his forehead, Dillan grimaced. Had he pushed too hard? Maybe. Still, after over three and a half centuries alone, then feeling his mate’s arms wrapped around him, his body pressed along his backside, his heady aroma surrounding him...it’d been impossible to keep his distance.
Dillan shook his head at his eagerness. He hoped he hadn’t ruined his chance with the man. No, he decided. He’d find a way to get through to his handsome Derek.
Knowing he had other things to complete, Dillan stood and climbed from the hot tub. He grabbed their clothes and carried them into the house. Unable to help himself, he pressed his nose to Derek’s shirt and inhaled his new lover’s scent.
So good.
His prick twitched between his legs, threatening to rise. Deciding his mate would probably like to put on clean clothes after showering, he left everything in the small laundry room. He heard the shower start, so—after fishing out Derek’s keys and wallet, left the dirty clothes on the floor.
Next, Dillan wandered to his own room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. With Derek’s thicker frame, the sweats might be a little tight, but that would only make him look sexier. He stood outside the bathroom door and knocked gently.
When he heard the water shut off, Dillan called, “I’m leaving a pair of sweats on your bed. If you need anything else, I’ll be on the back porch.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and headed outside, grabbing his cell phone on the way.
Dillan picked up his jeans and pulled them on. If he’d been staying alone, he would have remained nude. Perhaps once his mate was comfortable in their relationship, they both could do that.
Smiling at that idea, Dillan grabbed one of the remaining beers and settled into a seat. He awoke his phone and peered at the screen. Seeing he had four missed calls, all from Edwin, Dillan chuckled softly. He selected his godson’s number and held the phone to his ear, waiting. It only took one ring.
“Dillan? Is that you?”
Dillan grinned widely. “Of course, it’s me. Who else would be calling you from my phone?”
“Well, you took a complete stranger home. Diana said he looked like he was strung out on drugs. I was worried!”
“I did not!” Diana’s muffled cry could be heard in the background. “I never said that!”
“You said he looked like he was strung out,” Edwin snapped, obviously no longer talking to Dillan. “That means drugs.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Diana responded. “Sorry, Dillan!”
“It’s fine,” Dillan replied, shaking his head. “Edwin, focus.”
Edwin huffed. “Well? What’s this about him being your mate? Did she at least get that right?” he snarked.
“Edwin,” Dillan growled in warning. “Tell me what’s really bothering you.”
Sighing, Edwin muttered, “I haven’t seen you in six years. You show up, say you’re going to spend a few days with me, then disappear again.”
“I’ve missed you, too, Edwin,” Dillan murmured. “Now, get your head out of your ass and be happy for me.”
Dillan heard a masculine snort in the background which he guessed was Byron. It seemed Edwin’s mate was in the room with him, now...or too. Dillan had no idea if Diana had left.
Edwin remained quiet for a few seconds, then he mumbled, “I’m sorry, Godfather.”
“You’re forgiven,” Dillan responded.
It was an old custom. One they’d used many times over the years as Dillan raised Edwin...on both sides. If one of them did something thoughtless and stupid, the other person could call them to the carpet on it. If no harm was done and the first person apologized, then the second would accept the apology. Then, they could both move on with a clean slate. No grudges.
“So, tell me about this guy?” Edwin urged. “Byron hadn’t recognized him. Who is he?”
“His name is Derek Sommers,” Dillan replied without hesitation. Once his shifter secret was out to his godson, they hadn’t hidden anything from each other. “He is new in town, my guess having just arrived since he hadn’t even found a hotel room, yet. He’s in the midst of some kind of, well—” He paused, wondering how much he should actually share, since it wasn’t his story. Finally, he decided it was safe to say, “I think there’s some family problems. His father’s a bigot.”
“Wait. Did you say Sommers?”
Dillan nodded, even though he knew Edwin couldn’t see it. “He says he has a brother in town. One that had been kicked out of the family,” he told Edwin. “I’m thinking he’s trying to figure out how to make amends.”
“Deke,” Edwin mumbled.
“What?” Dillan scowled, confused. “No, Derek.”
“No,” Edwin countered. “Deke Sommers is mated to the wolf shifter Luther. Word around the pack is that he has an estranged brother.” His tone took on a speculative quality, his analytical mind probably going at
full speed. “What do you want to bet your Derek is the brother?”
My Derek.
Dillan liked the sound of that.
“Hmmm,” Dillan mused. “That very well could be. He’s finishing up a shower and then heading back to sleep right now.” Hearing his stomach rumble, he realized that, once again, he’d forgotten to cook food. “Damn.”
“Uh, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, I’d just planned to cook for him and got a little distracted,” Dillan admitted. “I wonder if he wants something before going to sleep.”
“Maybe soup or a grilled cheese,” Edwin teased.
Dillan chuckled. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Look, we’ll need to pick up his car tomorrow. Why don’t we meet you tomorrow for breakfast?”
“We? You want to introduce him to us already?”
“Actually,” Dillan began, an idea forming. “Would Byron be willing to contact his pack-mate Luther and set up a surprise meeting at the diner? Well, it’ll be a surprise for Derek, anyway,” he continued, thinking out loud. “I assume Luther won’t want to keep the fact that Deke’s brother is in town away from his mate?”
“Probably not,” Byron said, his voice a bit echoey, making Dillan realize that Edwin must have put him on speaker phone. “Are you certain you want to spring something like that on your mate? Won’t it just cause problems later on if he finds out?”
Dillan sighed. Yeah, he hadn’t thought this entirely through. “You’re right. It could cause problems, but—” He frowned, remembering how Derek had been evasive, defensive, hell—even self-recriminating—regarding his family dynamics. “I’m not certain he...” Dillan sighed, then told him, “I’ll deal with that when he figures it out.”
“Very well,” Byron responded. “I’ll give them both a call. I’m sure this will be just as hard on Deke, depending on why they were estranged.”
“Wait, wait,” Dillan said, waving his hand. “How about a new plan. Would you come by early tomorrow? I’ll make breakfast if you bring Derek his car.”
“Good morning,” Derek murmured.
Dillan didn’t miss how his mate wouldn’t meet his eyes as he walked into the dining room. Nor did Derek join him in the kitchen, although he did see the longing in his expression as he gazed at the coffee pot.
Deciding to nip the awkwardness in the bud, Dillan swept his gaze over Derek’s body. His hair was slightly mussed, his arms were crossed over his chest, and he wore only Dillan’s sweatpants. Just as Dillan had figured they’d be, the sweatpants were a bit tight...showing off everything.
Delicious!
“You look sexy in my sweatpants,” Dillan stated. “The fact that they’re a bit small shows how you’re not wearing underwear.” He hummed. “Fucking sexy.” Then, with one hand he pulled a clean mug from a cupboard and set it on the counter. With his other hand, he held the coffee carafe over the mug. “Coffee?”
For several long seconds, Derek just stared at him, his eyes wide. Finally, he jerked a nod. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, thanks.”
As Dillan poured the coffee into the mug, he asked, “Cream? Sugar? Milk?”
“Uh, no. Black is fine,” Derek replied.
Dillan nodded. He pointed to one of the wooden bar stools on the other side of the counter. “Sit. Drink your coffee.”
He slid the mug across the counter to a position in front of where he knew one of the stools was situated. Dillan watched with most of his attention while he refilled his own mug. He waited until after Derek had taken a sip of his coffee and placed his mug back on the counter.
Then, leaning on the counter opposite him, Dillan closed the distance between them. He held his own mug between his palms as he stared at Derek. Dillan waited until Derek looked at him.
Smiling, Dillan stated, “There is no elephant in the room, Derek.” He softened his voice to a throaty purr. “I am attracted to you, and I know you are attracted to me.” Seeing Derek suck in a shocked gasp as his eyes went wide, Dillan’s smile widened into a grin. “While soon I do plan to show you how pleasurable it feels to have my dick in your ass,” Dillan rumbled, narrowing his eyes as he carefully watched Derek’s response. “If you’d like to know what it feels like to fuck me, I will bend over for your cock any time.”
Derek had a white-knuckled grip on his mug as he stared wide-eyed at Dillan. “H-How can you just blurt out shit like that?”
Dillan chuckled roughly. “I am...a few years older than you, Derek. I came to grips with my desire for men long ago.” He gave him a wry smile. “From what you said last night about your father kicking out your brother, I’m going to assume that your family would not approve of a relationship between the two of us.”
“Most definitely not,” Derek immediately whispered.
Humming and nodding, Dillan eyed his mate. “And what about you? Have you come to grips with what happened last night?” He smiled as he watched the warm flush creep up Derek’s cheeks. “Because I sure would love to explore your delectable body.” He winked. “I’d do all the work. All you’d have to do is lie there and enjoy.”
“What if I wanted to touch, too?” Derek’s eyes widened, as if shocked he’d said that out loud.
Dillan leaned further across the counter until Derek’s face was inches from his own. “You, sexy man, can do anything to me you want.” He saw Derek’s nostrils flare, heard his sharply indrawn breath, smelled his arousal, and Dillan’s own lust surged in response. “I’d let you feed me your dick. I’d suck it better than you have ever experienced. I’d lick your balls and eat your ass. I bet I could make you come just from my tongue in your channel.” He narrowed his eyes and continued, “Or maybe, you’d like to lie out under the stars and watch the world turn as I licked every single inch of your body.”
“Oh, my God,” Derek breathed. His pupils were dilated as he straightened, lifted his coffee to his lips, and downed nearly half of it. Still panting, he licked his lips, met Dillan’s gaze, and whispered, “No matter how much I try to tell myself it was just because I was hard up last night, I can’t get it out of my head. I loved how it felt to be touched by you, to touch you, and I get hard every time I think about doing it again.”
“You can do it again,” Dillan crooned. “Any time you want, I will give you what you need.”
“I don’t—” Derek paused his brows furrowed. “I don’t live here. You don’t live here. I—”
“Ah, but we could, right?” Dillan pushed. “We both have family here. We’d have each other. We wouldn’t be alone,” he pointed out. “What do you really feel is the trouble?”
“My parents. My dad says I’m engaged,” Derek blurted out. While that shocked Dillan, Derek continued with, “My mom will be devastated if I don’t go through with it. Ever since my dad disowned Deke, she’s been driving me to marry and have kids. I-I hate the woman. Jennifer Davidson. I never dated her, but I’ve always allowed my dad to control my decisions. I wanted to be a good son, to please him.”
Derek lifted his head and focused on Dillan, his expression bleak. “I made a mistake when I was in college. At least, that’s what he tells me. He has a police file that he bought off an officer to keep me from being charged with drunk driving and grand theft auto.” His face colored as he once again focused on his coffee. “I don’t really remember. There was a party.” Derek licked his lips, then admitted, “I don’t drink much anymore. A beer or two, like last night, is about it.” He scoffed and stared out the window into the woods and muttered, “I don’t even drink on the golf course anymore. You wouldn’t believe the shit that my clients and coworkers say after they’ve had a few drinks.”
“You don’t remember stealing a car?” Dillan ignored the rest of what he man said. That could all be dealt with. His mate had said he was a lawyer. If he ended up being charged with a felony, he’d lose his license. “What do you remember?”
Derek shrugged and shook his head before downing the last of his coffee.
Dillan quickly re
filled his mate’s mug.
“Nothing,” Derek mumbled. He lifted his gaze to stare at Dillan. “Just like hundreds of dumb college students every year, I went to a kegger and drank. I was under age, only twenty at the time.” He sighed and glared into his coffee. “I woke up in the backseat of a car, halfway across campus. I don’t know how I got there, but when I woke up, my dad was already there with a cop and he ushered me home. I never went to jail, but any time I got close to fucking up, my dad was damn quick to remind me of the police file in his safe.”
Narrowing his gaze, Dillan tried not to show just how fishy that whole thing sounded. “Uh, how do you know there’s a file? Did you read it?” he ventured.
“No,” Derek muttered, sounding wary.
Dillan couldn’t help it. He had to ask. “Then how do you know there actually is a police file?”
Chapter Seven
“My father showed it to me once,” Derek replied instantly. He frowned at Dillan. “I’m not an idiot,” he snapped. Sighing, Derek stared at his mug as Dillan refilled it. “It’s too early for this conversation. Can’t we just talk about the elephant?”
Dillan snorted. “You’d prefer we talk about sex as opposed to why you think you can’t have sex with me?”
“It’s better than talking about my youthful stupidity that my dad still uses to blackmail me,” Derek grumbled. He closed his eyes and inhaled the coffee’s bitter aroma. Head bowed, Derek figured a man like the one across from him—a man with his life obviously together, who’d raised a child, from the sounds of it—probably thought he was being stupid. “You probably think I’m so young and foolish.”
“Young, yes,” Dillan responded softly. “Foolish, no.”
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