by April Dinh
What if they just had sex? What if Nester kept things simple between them, kept his heart out of the equation? They could be friends with benefits, but there was just one problem with that idea.
Pyke had said they were mates, and keeping things casual wasn’t going to work. Nester still wasn’t sure he was ready to become Pyke’s. They both had baggage they needed to deal with. Nester needed to get his phone back, if only to keep himself alive. Right now he felt safe with Pyke, but that could change in an instant.
He should tell the guy about Dublin, yet the fear returned when he thought about Pyke getting hurt or killed. One could argue that Scott had deserved his fate, but Pyke was innocent, had done nothing but help Nester, and Nester wasn’t going to repay that kindness by having a stone cold killer gunning for Pyke.
His resistance faltered when Pyke yanked him back and their bodies aligned. His butt was nestled in the curve of Pyke’s groin, and oh god, it felt so good to have a hard cock pressed firmly against the crease of his ass.
Being the dork that he was, Nester pretended to “get more comfortable” so he could wiggle against Pyke’s hardness.
Pyke’s hand tightened on him and glided from Nester’s hip to his stomach, where it rested just above the waistband of Nester’s boxers.
“All I’ve thought about since meeting you was claiming you. My bear has been going nuts to get to you.” Pyke’s hand slid up Nester’s chest. He plucked one of Nester’s nipples, making him hiss. “Tell me this is what you want, Nester. Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this way.”
“You’re not.”
All the reasons Nester had kept Pyke at bay vanished. He couldn’t think with Pyke damn near curled around him. He wasn’t made of stone, and his cock throbbed for release.
Praying he wasn’t making a big mistake, Nester slid his underwear off and tossed them over the side of the bed, baring his naked ass to Pyke.
Pyke turned him and pressed Nester’s back to the mattress. They looked at each other before Pyke’s lips caressed his. This was what Nester had been craving. He moaned as he parted his lips, sucking Pyke’s tongue into his mouth.
They kissed and touched and explored each other with their hands as Nester’s body grew tighter. He wanted Pyke to fuck him so badly that he nearly begged for it.
“We can fool around without me claiming you,” Pyke said as his lips ghosted over Nester’s jaw. “I know you’re not ready for that.” Pyke pulled away and settled on his back. “Turn around and get on top.”
It took a second for Nester to understand what Pyke wanted. He slid his hand over Pyke’s rigid stomach and kissed along his chest. If all they were going to do was suck each other’s cocks, Nester wanted to draw this out. He wanted to map Pyke’s body, get to know each dip and cut line. Nester didn’t want to rush into the sixty-nine position and have this end so quickly.
And it would because his cock was so hard, throbbing so heavily, that one touch from Pyke’s tongue would send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm.
Unfortunately, Nester wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer. His body was on fire with need. Every spot Pyke touched, every lick he gave drove Nester’s senses crazy.
Pyke grabbed Nester and flipped him, making Nester laugh. “As much as I’m enjoying your tongue on my chest, I want to feel it on my dick.”
“That needy?” Nester teased. Who was he kidding? He was just as needy.
“Damn right.”
Nester moaned and hugged Pyke’s hairy leg when Pyke took Nester into his mouth. He lashed his tongue over Nester’s erection, sucking his length deep into his mouth before pulling back. Nester’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his fingers curled into the blanket. His hips jerked, and he felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven. Never in his life had he experienced anything so wondrous, so mind numbing, or so toe curling.
Nester began to pant and jerk, and goddamn, the man’s tongue was pure magic. The abrasion from his beard only added to the pleasure. Nester had never been with anyone who had facial hair, and he was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling.
Pyke released Nester’s cock, and Nester damn near cried out in protest. “You can join in anytime.”
Nester shook his head, blinking a few times while he tried to remember how to think. He wrapped his hand around the girth of Pyke’s cock and slid his tongue over the slit, moaning at the taste of pre-cum.
“That’s it, baby,” Pyke groaned. His fist strangled Nester’s cock as he hissed, spreading his legs wider apart before he placed both hands on Nester’s hips. “Enjoy me, sweetheart.”
“Sorry I’m late to the party.” Nester panted and tried to make his brain reboot. “It’s been a long while since I’ve had my cock sucked.”
He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Nester was dead certain Pyke didn’t want to hear about his past lovers or the fact that Scott really didn’t like giving blowjobs, but damn if the bastard didn’t love receiving them.
Nester worked Pyke’s length into his mouth and down his throat. He used his throat muscles to grip it tightly, pulling at Pyke’s sac. Pyke punched his hips upward, his hold on Nester’s hips tightening.
The room filled with moans, desperation, and need. Nester’s balls had already drawn close to his body. When Pyke slid a finger into Nester’s ass, it was over. Nester strangled Pyke’s cock with his hand as he threw his head back and cried out. Pyke drank him down, swallowing every last drop of Nester’s seed.
Hungry for Pyke, Nester sucked and licked, pulled and swallowed. He slid the flat of his tongue over the heavy vein then took Pyke down his throat. Pyke fucked Nester’s mouth in short bursts, squeezing Nester’s thighs.
With a few tight pumps of his hand, Nester had Pyke calling out his name. Cum spurted down his throat, and Nester was greedy for the taste.
He pulled back and rested his cheek on Pyke’s thigh. “I think you just sucked my brain out through my dick.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Pyke kissed his way across Nester’s bare shoulder.
To his shock and amazement, Nester saw that Pyke was still rock-hard. Even though Nester had just climaxed, his dick twitched and his hole pulsed.
Pyke reached down, grabbed Nester under his arms, and pulled him until Nester was lying across the man’s chest.
“Hungry for more?” Nester’s eyes were wide.
“This is what you do to me.” Pyke fisted his cock and gave the heated flesh a few slow strokes. “Like I said, no pressure. It’ll go down.”
The question was, did Nester want to waste a perfectly hard cock?
* * * *
Nester panted as he looked up at Pyke, excitement coloring his cheeks, his lips kiss-swollen, his eyes glossy from his orgasm.
Pyke was about to devour the man whole. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m not sure about anything,” Nester replied in a breathless voice. “All I know is that I want to feel you pounding my ass.”
Pyke curled an arm around Nester after he lubed his fingers and inserted two into his mate’s ass. That was where he wanted Nester, wrapped around him, close, needing and wanting him.
“I can’t believe this is going to happen,” Nester said with a sexy smile. His pretty eyes sparkled with anticipation, his body radiating so damn beautifully that Pyke not only wanted to fuck the guy but drown in him.
Pyke’s canines lengthened. He was starving for Nester as though he hadn’t had sex in years. He turned, pressing Nester into the mattress. Nester tilted his head back, moaning, pulling at Pyke’s hair. Pyke loved when the guy yanked at the strands. It showed him just how desperate Nester was for him.
“Need you in me.” Nester locked his fingers around Pyke’s nape and pulled his head closer as Pyke licked his way from one side of Nester’s neck to the other.
“What did you just say?” Pyke asked as he sucked at Nester’s Adam’s apple.
God, he couldn’t think. He was t
oo drunk with lust, need, and he just didn’t want to think right now. His hands kneaded the tender flesh of Nester’s ass, spreading the cheeks apart as he slid his cock between them and shuddered.
“Fuck me.” Nester shoved his tongue down Pyke’s throat.
Pyke sucked on Nester’s tongue as he slid his fingers in and out of Nester’s tight body. Nester moaned and rested his forehead against Pyke’s collarbone, panting, wiggling his ass for more.
A rumble vibrated in Pyke’s chest as he nipped at Nester’s shoulder, inserting a third finger before stretching them apart, working them in and out of the constricted space.
“That feels so fucking good,” Nester said in a moan. “I’m not sure if I can wait.”
“Then get on your hands and knees.” Pyke growled the words as rolled to give Nester room, but he was momentarily blindsided as he stared at the picture Nester made.
The guy was resting on his knees, ass tilted upward, his fingers curled into the bedding.
Fuck. Me.
That had to be the best sight Pyke had seen in a very long time. Nester writhed, moaning, his backside glistening with the lube. Pyke’s cock grew even harder.
“Don’t just stare,” Nester whimpered.
“Baby, I’m about to do more than ogle your tight little ass,” Pyke said before he moved in behind Nester and poured some lube on his cock. He tossed the bottle aside and shoved Nester farther up the bed, positioning him so that his ass lined up with Pyke’s erection.
Never had Pyke wanted anyone this badly. He brushed his hand over the small of Nester’s back and reveled in how soft his skin was, like brushing his hands over silk.
A wave of insane possessiveness washed through him, and Pyke couldn’t wait to bind their souls, to tie Nester to him, to protect the little human from whatever ugly truth he was hiding.
Nester looked over his shoulder, and their gazes locked. Pyke was rocked to his very foundation at the raw need blazing in Nester’s eyes. Had anyone ever looked at him like that?
Pyke pressed his knees on either side of Nester and ran his fingers down the man’s spine. Nester’s eyes fluttered closed as a breath escaped.
Nester pulled Pyke’s hand up and then pressed a kiss in the center of his palm. Pyke knew, at that very second, that no one else would ever do for him.
“Are you ready for me?” Pyke asked as Nester released his hand.
“Yes,” Nester whispered. “Take me.”
“Do you know just how beautiful you are?” Pyke wrapped his fingers around his cock and pressed the head to Nester’s entrance. “So fucking beautiful.”
Nester whimpered before Pyke thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep. Nester cried out, and Pyke pressed his palm into the center of Nester’s back, relaxing him, steadying the man.
Pyke gazed at Nester’s white-knuckled grip on the covers and waited until the man’s stranglehold eased. When Nester let out a shuddering breath and nodded, Pyke began to move, cursing under his breath at how good Nester felt, at how right this was.
Sliding his hands up Nester’s chest, Pyke pulled the man to him, rocking inside his mate as he placed his hand over Nester’s throat. He tilted Nester’s head to the side and grazed the tip of his canines over the soft skin on the man’s shoulder, forcing himself not to sink his canines in and claim him. If he did, Nester would shatter and their time together would end too soon.
“I want to ride you,” Nester said in an almost pleading tone. “I want to see your eyes as you take me.”
Pyke groaned. “All you have to do is ask.”
“I just did.” Nester grinned.
Pyke pulled back then turned, lying on his back as Nester slid his leg over his hip and then settled. He gripped his cock and held it erect as Nester lifted his hips and then slowly sank down Pyke’s shaft.
“Much better,” Nester said with a moan.
Gripping Nester’s hips, Pyke locked his gaze with Nester’s, and his mate began to move. Running his tongue over his lower lip, Pyke tucked his hands under his head and watched as Nester used him however the fuck he wanted.
Eternity with Nester was not going to be enough.
His mate looked dazed as he rode up and down Pyke’s cock. Soon Pyke couldn’t sit there and observe any longer. Using every muscle in his body, Pyke yanked Nester close and shoved his cock even deeper.
Nester cried out, lifting and dropping, trying to meet Pyke’s thrusts. Pyke rocked into his mate, and Nester rolled up to him, the pressure building between them. Once the two of them were in sync, their bodies moved together like an erotic dance. Pyke’s biceps bulged as he forced Nester to move faster. He watched as the man’s cock leaked pre-cum over his stomach.
The tension gathering inside Pyke was about to release—if he kept up his long, deep thrusts. So close…so close…
He began to groan his words—curses, promises, erogenous things he wanted to do to the man. They rushed from him as he swelled even more inside Nester.
Ecstasy lighted Nester’s face right before he began to come, jets of milky-white seed shooting between them. Pyke yanked Nester to him and sank his canines into the man’s shoulder.
The bond was instant, and Pyke felt it in his soul. Their heartbeats synchronized, and Pyke felt as if he’d known Nester since forever.
“Pyke!” Nester cried out, and Pyke could feel the man’s ass milking him, his muscles clenching, making his sheath so damn tight that Pyke had to work in order to keep thrusting into Nester.
The tendons in Pyke’s neck were bowstring-taut as he came. He growled around Nester’s shoulder before he slid his canines free and sealed the wound with a few strokes of his tongue.
Nester collapsed against Pyke’s sweat-soaked body, breathing raggedly as Pyke’s nuzzled his mate’s neck, his heart thundering in his chest.
They were sated, and Pyke was gently stroking Nester’s back when the doorbell rang.
If this wasn’t life or death, Pyke was going to kill whoever was on his doorstep.
Chapter Six
“What are you doing here?” Nester stood in the doorway, not only dumbfounded but irritated. “How did you even know where I was staying?”
“I’m an amazing person,” Norma Jean said. “Now, are you going to invite me in or make your mother stand out in the cold?”
If Nester had been strong enough, he would have crushed the door handle with his grip. If wishes really did come true, Nester would have wished for a strike team to haul his mother away.
“Invite her in,” Pyke said from behind him. “I’ll go make a fresh pot of coffee.”
If you make coffee, you’re only inviting her to stay. Very bad idea. Nester gave her a thin-lipped smile before stepping aside to allow her entrance, fighting against the urge to close the door in her face. Norma Jean might have been a crappy mother, but he was a respectful person, and he refused to stoop to her level.
Even though he wanted to.
She pushed past him and entered with a flourish and then looked around. Right away he saw the wheels turning in her head.
Pyke had a gorgeous home, and his mother was probably trying to come up with a con to get in on his wealth.
She turned on her heel and gave him a scathing glare. “You don’t know how to call your mother and set her worries at ease? Do you know that I’ve been fretting this entire time, hounding the sheriff and keeping up with the investigation so I know what’s going on? It’s not like my only child was concerned about my mental state.”
Sweet baby Jesus. Nester wanted to shove her back out the door. He flexed his hands repeatedly before rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve been kinda busy with the whole Scott thing. By the way, thank you for asking how I’m doing.”
She looked him up and down with that cold glint Nester had seen too many times over the years. “I can see with my own eyes that you’re fine.”
He crossed his arms and tapped his foot, wondering how long she was going to curse them with her presence. “Was there a reason you
came by?”
He still wanted to know how she’d found him, but his mother loved keeping him in suspense, regardless of the fact that he was wanted for murder. Norma Jean wasn’t herself if she wasn’t playing mind games.
“I see being away from me has dulled your manners.” She unbuttoned her fur coat—which was fake as hell—and handed it to him. “Be a dear and hang it up.”
Nester gave an exaggerated sigh as he grabbed her coat, walked to the closet, and tossed it in. Fuck hanging it up.
Wait…
With a frown, Nester opened the closet, dead certain he’d seen someone in there. God, he really was losing his mind. He peeked inside and gasped before slamming the door closed.
“What has gotten into you, young man?” his mother demanded while slapping her hand on her waist. “Since when do you slam doors?”
Ignoring her, Nester made a beeline for the kitchen, his heart catapulting through the roof. He kept his voice low so his mother wouldn’t hear him. He didn’t need to give her another reason to make this visit about herself. “There’s someone in your coat closet!”
“What?” Pyke furrowed his dark brows as he turned away from the counter. “What are you talking about?”
“It was just a shadow.” Nester waved his hands in a rolling motion. “But I know what I saw. Someone is in your damn closet,” he said with a hiss.
“Your mom is in the closet?”
Nester wasn’t going to touch that with a ten-foot pole. “No, it wasn’t her. Unfortunately she’s still standing in the living room like she’s royalty and wants to be waited on hand and foot.” Nester hesitated. “I-I think I saw red eyes.”
“Bring your mom in here so I can investigate.” Pyke walked toward the kitchen entryway, but Nester jumped in front of him.
“Can’t I just show her the door? We can say we have things to do and her timing is bad. Use your charm. That should get her to do anything you want.”
