"I take it you liked your steak?" Evin smirked, his gaze landing on Mason's empty plate.
"You could say that." Mason laughed, reached for his beer, and lifted it to his lips. "It was delicious," he said over the lip of the glass bottle before taking a swig, his gaze never leaving his dinner partner.
"I'm glad you approve," Evin replied and took a swallow of his own brew.
At that moment, their server chose to appear and offered a selection of desserts she was sure they would enjoy. She leaned over Evin's shoulder, allowing her full breasts to brush across his arm as she lifted his empty plate. When Evin declined anything extra, she looked to Mason.
"How about you, hon?" She tossed Mason a wink.
"I'm good. I think the steak and potato were plenty."
"Okay, then...but I don't think you two know what you're missing," she added with a provocative smile, then pivoted with a roll of her hips and headed back toward the kitchen.
"I think our server has the hots for blonds," Evin muttered over his beer and glanced in Mason's direction.
"Uh, think again. That redhead nearly shoved her breasts in your face." Mason chuckled and lifted his Sam Adams. "I think you're the one she's after."
"Yeah?" Evin shrugged. "Not really interested, though."
Mason cocked his head at Evin. "You prefer brunettes?" he asked before taking another swig.
Evin's gaze snagged Mason's, and he leaned in at his ear. "I prefer cock," he said, the words accompanied by the rasp of his deep voice sent a shiver down Mason's spine and stalled the beer in his throat.
Mason swallowed hard, forcing the liquid the rest of the way down his esophagus on a choking cough. He lunged forward in his chair, plopped the bottle back on the table, and grabbed a napkin to cover his mouth. Evin delivered a hard pat to his back.
"You okay?" Evin's smooth voice whispered again near his ear.
Mason took a deep breath, then cleared his throat once more. "Fine. Sorry about that. That last swallow went down the wrong way." Mason glanced over at his dinner partner, who'd leaned back in his chair, a slight smile curling the edge of his lips. Dammit, he was sexy as hell. He had hoped—even suspected—Evin was gay, but he hadn't anticipated such a colorful announcement. One that about had him spewing beer across the table.
"About what I said..." Evin began, rotating his beer bottle with his fingers. His gaze drifted from his hand to Mason. "Does that bother you?"
"I have your checks all ready," their server stated, interrupting the moment. She placed a register receipt next to each of them. "I'll be back in a moment." She wheeled around and headed in the direction of her next table.
"So does it bother you?" Evin picked up their conversation where he'd left off.
"That you're gay?" Mason placed his elbows on the table and leaned in, matching the intense blue-eyed stare that made his cock ache, his heart pound, and a fierce need to do anything but talk.
"Yeah. That," Evin said, one black slash of a brow lifting.
"Absolutely not."
Dimples appeared in both cheeks as Evin flashed Mason a smile. He lifted his beer and took a long swig, then topped if off with a slow swirl of his tongue around the lip of the bottle. Fuck. Mason couldn't take his eyes off the way Evin worked the rounded curve of the glass. Inside and out. Blood surged to his groin, bringing his dick to rock-hard attention. Mason dragged his stare from Evin's expert maneuvers up to his face. The air seized in his lungs when he caught the sight of Evin's hooded gaze. One that said, I want to fuck you, and you can be sure it'll be the best damn ride you've ever had.
And God help him, but Mason wanted to find out.
The server returned moments later, collected their payment, and then Evin led Mason back to his yellow '69 Chevelle SS convertible.
Mason slid onto the black, buttery-soft leather just as Evin eased into the driver's seat.
"So how long did it take you to restore her?" Mason brushed the dash with his palm.
"I started restoration about four years ago before I moved to Dover, and I finished it up while I've been here. So all together, five years."
"You did an awesome job." At the stoplight, Mason didn't have to look to know Evin's gaze had left the road and lingered on him. He could feel it. Evin's perusal was like a warm hand that traveled his body, leaving a trail of arousal in its wake.
"Thank you," Evin said, the heat of his gaze never wavering. "But I would have thought your mind would be more focused on when we're going to fuck than on my car."
Mason jerked his head in Evin's direction, his heart rate pounding in his throat. "You get straight to the point, don't you?"
"I don't play games." Evin palmed the gearshift and accelerated them back into traffic. "I know I want you, and I don't think I'm way off base by saying that you want me just as bad. You're stuck here in Dover for the next few days." Evin glanced his way. "Why don't we make the most of it?"
Chapter Three
Evin had been cocky as hell in front of Mason. But the truth was, he was anxious as shit.
A year had passed since his father had banished him from the pack and he'd moved to Dover. Twelve months of jacking off alone in his bed. And the loneliness was driving him out of his mind. But no one in town had even piqued his interest, and a string of anonymous one-night stands wasn't Evin's thing. They had a nasty tendency of making an empty bed feel even colder.
There was something different about Mason, though. The human definitely piqued his interest. From the moment Mason had walked into his bay, Evin had been coiled so tight and his dick so hard, he was surprised he'd been able to form a coherent sentence. The spicy scent of Mason's skin made his blood hot. The way those damn linen pants hugged Mason's ass when he moved had Evin's cock aching for release. Shit. No other guy had ever got under his skin so quick before. But it had been all Evin could do to keep a handle on his control and not grab the man by the back of his head, spin him around, and fuck him until Mason knew who he belonged to. Whoa. Where the hell had that come from? He shook his head.
Evin turned left on Highway 211, heading out of town and toward his cottage. After rounding a curb, he pulled onto the shoulder and set the brake.
"Why are we stopping?"
"If I turn around now, there's a hotel about two miles in the other direction." Evin pivoted in his seat and faced Mason. Even though the moon served as the car's only source of illumination, Evin's perfect night vision allowed him to drink in the rich hue of Mason's dark eyes. A striking contrast to the short layers of golden blond hair that shimmered under the beams of moonlight. Evin tightened his hand around the leather-covered steering wheel. He had to, or in the next second, his fingers would be wrapped in those locks, and he'd be finding out if they were as soft as they looked. But he knew one touch would never be enough to satisfy the craving about to drive him out of his mind.
"Is that what you want, Evin? Would you rather I choose the other end of the road tonight?"
Yes. Because I've got a bad feeling you're going to be a taste I'll never get enough of.
No. Because I think I'll go crazy if I don't touch you.
"I think it's pretty clear what I want." Evin reached out and trailed a forefinger along Mason's cheek. The coarse sensation of Mason's shadow of a beard shot through Evin's skin like a bolt of lust aimed straight for his cock, forcing him to bite back a hiss of pleasure. Mason turned into his touch, then took Evin's finger knuckle-deep inside his mouth.
And sucked.
Evin couldn't hold back the groan that emanated from his throat. "Tell me what you want, Mason. Say it." With a final swipe of his tongue over the tip, Mason released his finger with a pop.
"I want you to fuck me."
Two miles had never seemed longer in his life. Evin slowed and turned onto the gravel driveway, tires biting into the rocky surface and spitting a dust cloud to their rear. In silence they rolled to a stop in front of his rented one-bedroom house, both exiting the vehicle the moment he'd cut the engine. Evin's hear
t pounded a constant beat of anticipation in his ears as he shoved the key in the lock and opened the door.
In one move, he dropped his keys on the table against the inside wall and flipped the light switch before stepping into the living space. Mason entered next, and a slight click signaled he'd closed the door.
He rotated on his heels, grasped Mason's wrists, took them over his head, and shoved his back against the wood. A hot rush of air left Mason's lips right before Evin's came down hard, claiming them. Mason released a moan into his mouth, and Evin had to fight to keep from licking up the sweet sound. The effect was sexy as hell and had Evin's cock swelling even more than he'd thought possible. Fuck. At this rate, he might blow before he ever got a chance to get inside his delectable human.
Evin pulled back from Mason's lips, coming up for air and to make sure a few things were perfectly clear. "Before we go any further," he began, placing his forehead next to Mason's. "I'm not into deep kissing, okay? No tongue."
"Oh...okay," Mason said between breaths. "We all have things we don't like."
"Don't get me wrong; I like kissing." Evin brushed his lips against Mason's, stimulating a rock of Mason's pelvis into his. "Just no tongue." He couldn't risk introducing too much of his saliva into Mason's system. The chance was minimal that enough DNA would be present to infect a human partner. But it was a chance Evin wasn't willing to take.
"Whatever you say."
"Good," Evin nearly growled. "I like the sound of that." He dipped his head in search of the bounding pulse at Mason's neck and dragged his tongue across the heated surface. A shudder raced through Mason's body, vibrating against him. Evin traveled up to Mason's ear and traced the lobe with the damp tip. "But that doesn't mean I don't like to use my tongue elsewhere." Mason arched, pressing the hard ridge of his erection into his own throbbing cock.
"Fuck. Evin..." He gasped and tugged at the hold Evin had on his wrists. "Want to touch you."
"Soon, Brown Eyes," Evin breathed, moving back to Mason's pulse. "I'm not done tasting you yet." Unable to resist, Evin nipped the tender flesh, not enough to break the skin, but enough to get his lover's attention.
"Fuck. Yeah," Mason moaned, his breathing reduced to hard pants that tickled the hair at Evin's neck. His cock jerked. Shit. So responsive—even better than he'd imagined. Evin slid his lips over the mark, allowing Mason's flavor to coat their surface, and then with a swipe of his tongue, relished the essence on his taste buds.
"Mmm... Damn. So fucking sweet." Evin released one hand from around Mason's wrist, continuing to bind him with the other, and followed the outline of his body down to the man's fly. Mason arched into his exploration.
Within seconds, Evin had the zipper and button released on Mason's pants, and then worked the closure of his own. Evin shoved his jeans and underwear, followed by Mason's, past their hips. After releasing the other man's wrists, he jerked him forward.
"Shoes off."
Mason did as instructed, toeing off his loafers. Evin made short work of his boots and shucked the denim from his legs before grabbing Mason by the thin cotton of his deep blue shirt. He didn't wait for permission; Evin took the liberty of removing the article for him. Gripping a section in each hand, Evin ripped the material down the front. Buttons snapped off, hitting the wood floor in a shower of pellets.
"Fuck!" Mason stumbled back, his rigid cut cock bouncing against his lower abs. Evin's mouth watered.
"You like that?" The words released on a rumble from Evin's chest. He stepped forward, closing the inches between them, then ran his palm from Mason's navel up and over his nipples. Mason's rear bumped the door, and his head fell back with a thump against the wood.
"God...yes."
Mason's pulse hammered under Evin's palms, matching his own rapid heartbeat. Damn. Evin couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on by any man. He dropped a kiss onto Mason's throat, then worked lower until he captured a tight nub between his teeth. Mason hissed and thrust his erection against Evin's abdomen, as if begging for attention. Evin obliged, rubbing the hard line of his abs next to the other man's shaft in time to the tiny sucks he inflicted to Mason's nipple.
"Shit," Mason cried out, digging his fingers into Evin's hair.
Yeah, it was so fucking good. Evin brushed his cock against the other man's leg, reveling in the firm feel of his quads along the sensitive back side of his shaft. On a breath, he moved to Mason's other nipple and gave it the same nip-and-suck treatment. Mason writhed, spiraling Evin's lust to near combustion.
Evin trailed his tongue down the center of Mason's abdomen, dipping within the hollows. Mason's rapid breaths pressed his human flesh to his lips, and Evin rode the undulating waves lower, allowing the tip of his tongue to circle Mason's navel before sampling the inside.
"Christ, Evin," he groaned, the thrash of his head releasing a steady series of bumps on the door.
The fingers wrapped in Evin's hair tightened, the sting at the roots going straight to his balls, and the pressure to his scalp directed him farther south and onto his knees. Exactly where he wanted to be.
Mason's cock flexed and tapped his lips, the smooth, hot skin beckoning him to taste. Evin flicked his tongue out and sampled the sweet spot beneath the head. Mason sucked in a harsh breath, and Evin glanced up. Fuck, Mason looked so damn hot, his almond-shaped brown eyes filled with lust and hooded by long, thick, blond lashes. Beautiful.
Evin followed the curve of Mason's cock with his tongue, down toward the base. The musky scent of Mason's flesh invaded his nostrils, sending a buzz to his brain. Evin reached up and tugged on Mason's sac. Mason spread his legs wider, and that was all the invitation Evin needed. He lowered his head and took one of the rounded jewels into his mouth. A tremble rolled through Mason's thighs. Evin moved his hand, gripped the other man's shaft, and with a steady rhythm, worked his length. Mason groaned in encouragement. Evin couldn't resist any longer and grasped his own cock, squeezing, then releasing the base to slide along the girth to the tip.
Moisture leaking from the slit coated Evin's fingers as they glided up and down Mason's length. Mason pumped into his hands, his breath ragged. Evin loosened his grip on his own erection and moved in for a taste of his lover's. Dragging his tongue from the base to the crown, Evin savored the warm and salty essence that was Mason. His hand followed, maintaining the pressure, milking the precum from his shaft. At the flushed head, he dipped into the opening, not wanting to miss a drop.
"Fuck!" Mason cried out, jerking his head forward. "Don't want to come."
Lifting his chin, Evin flashed Mason his best provocative smile. "Don't worry, Brown Eyes, you're not. I haven't given you permission yet."
"Oh, God," Mason groaned and thrust his hips as if he had no other option than to give in to his body's demands. Sweat beaded the surface of his flushed skin, and Evin couldn't wait to feel him slick, hot, and sliding against him.
Without hesitation, Evin took Mason's shaft to the back of his throat.
"Son of a...!" Mason's body shook, and it felt as if he'd nearly doubled over when he dug his nails into Evin's scalp. Evin worked his throat, swallowing around the engorged head of the other man's erection. He reached up with one hand and massaged Mason's tight sac. Mason rocked his hips, attempting to force control of the movements along his shaft, striving for that last bit of command over the strokes on his cock that would take him to completion. Oh, hell no. Mason would come when Evin said he could. And when he did release...Mason would never forget who’d fucked him tonight.
Giving one last gentle suck to the crown, Evin pulled back, then stood.
"Come here." Evin motioned toward the bedroom and led the way. Inside the doorway, Evin yanked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it. Making quick steps to his nightstand, Evin then opened the drawer, reached in, and pulled out a condom. He held the thin square up between his fingers as Mason approached.
"Allow me," Mason said with a grin and plucked it from his hand.
He dropped to
his knees before Evin, ripped the package open, then circled Evin's cock with his fist. Evin sucked in a breath from the onslaught of sensation, and his head fell back between his shoulders. Christ. If it felt this good with only his hand wrapped around him, he'd never last if he got Brown Eye's lips around his cock. Suddenly the hot, wet feel of a tongue brushed the underside of his shaft. Evin groaned and rocked his hips, seeking more of the pleasure. But instead of more wet action, the cool feel of latex rolled over the head and covered his shaft. Evin glanced down and narrowed his eyes.
"Cocktease."
The corner of Mason's mouth lifted, and he winked. "Ditto."
Evin reached back and snagged the bottle of lube from the drawer, then tugged Mason up from his knees and guided him to the foot of his wrought-iron bed.
"Grab on to those." He motioned toward the iron railings of his footboard. Mason wrapped his hands around the thin bar and lowered his upper body.
"Damn," Evin said, his voice reduced to a lust-filled rasp. "What a beautiful sight." He smoothed the pale flesh of Mason's perfect round ass with his palms before bending over and following the path that led to the tight ring below with his tongue. Mason pressed back into his exploration and moaned his approval. Evin gripped Mason's firm cheeks, spread them wider, and pushed the tip of his tongue in deeper.
"Yes... Evin. God."
Evin reached out and stroked Mason's cock from below, then pulled back. "You liked that, did you?"
"Oh yeah." Mason swung his head around. "But I'd like it even more if you'd fuck me already," he said, giving Evin an I dare you look.
Evin slowly straightened to his full height and rubbed an open palm over Mason's right cheek. "You're just begging me to slap this ass, aren't you?"
"I'm begging you to fuck it." Mason twitched his rear, and Evin couldn't resist. He reared his arm back and then swung forward, landing a smack to Mason's cheek. Not hard enough to be painful, but firm enough to get his arrogant lover's attention. Mason jerked forward, then slung his head around. "Ouch!" His lids lowered to half-mast over smoldering eyes that said kiss my ass, but the movement of his hips spoke of other needy demands.
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