“Jesus, you have no idea what you do to me,” Preston cupped Wyatt’s face. Wyatt grinned. “Yes I do. I feel the same way. Do you know much I loved that last night? Just laying here in your arms and kissing? It made me feel closer to you.”
“I have a confession,” Preston kissed Wyatt’s lips. “The first time I made love to you, I bit you.”
“You did?” Wyatt sat up. “I don’t remember that.” “Because you passed out right after your orgasm remember? I thought for sure you’d call me out on being a werewolf. Jesus, there were so many times I let that part of me escape, especially when Sebastian was around,” Preston sighed and lay back. “I couldn’t help myself.”
Wyatt grinned and rolled over on top of Preston. “So I owe you a bite.” “Yes, I suppose you do.” Preston ran his hands through Wyatt’s silky hair. “I have a week off. We should go to the beach today. What do you say, huh? Then we can come back here and barbeque and make love.”
“And I’ll bite you,” Wyatt waggled his eyebrows. Preston flipped them over so he was on top again. He ground his hips into Wyatt’s and smiled at Wyatt’s erection on his hip. “Well, someone’s already
excited.”
“Well, I am in bed with you.” Wyatt closed his eyes as Preston’s erection slid over his. “So, shower and then the beach?”
“Yes,” Preston nuzzled Wyatt’s neck and kissed his collar bone. “No work and all fun.”
“Lead the way, my love,” Wyatt put his hand out. The shower took a lot longer than Wyatt had anticipated. Once under the hot spray they had started kissing again and Wyatt couldn’t get enough of Preston’s mouth. It blew Sebastian’s kisses out of the damn hemisphere. Preston’s kisses left him gasping and hanging onto the man with both hands as his body became boneless. They explored, caressed, licked and sucked until they both leaned against each other in an almost sex sedated haze. Wyatt finally turned the water off and exited the shower with Preston hanging onto him.
“My legs are numb,” Wyatt laughed hanging onto the sink. “Mine, too,” Preston picked Wyatt up and deposited him on the edge of the counter. Grabbing the brush, he combed through Wyatt’s short hair. “I loved it when it was long,” Preston sighed running his fingers through it.
“I know, but I hate it long during football.” Wyatt ran his fingers through Preston damp blond hair. “We are so different, Preston.”
“Not really, our skin color is the only difference. Yours is like warm milk chocolate.” Preston licked Wyatt’s chest. “I can almost taste it.”
“Does that make you white
chocolate?” Wyatt grinned. “I’m kidding. Your skin is like a perfect vanilla latte.” Wyatt ran his hands over Preston’s soft skin. “I can’t wait to get a tattoo of you.”
Preston pulled Wyatt in his arms. “Oh, yeah? What will it look like?” “A beautiful white wolf with brown eyes,” Wyatt wrapped his arms around Preston’s neck. “We better get going, sexy man.”
“Hey, let’s head down to
Steilacoom. I haven’t been down there in a while.” Preston picked Wyatt up and walked them back into the bedroom.
“Okay, you drive.” Wyatt grabbed some towels out of the linen closet. “I’ll get some water bottles.” Preston walked into the kitchen. He stopped and looked at the apartment. Wyatt was his now, they had finally come together. “Hey, Wyatt?”
“Yeah?” Wyatt came into the kitchen and dropped the bag on the counter. “We have any finger foods?”
Preston pulled Wyatt into his chest. “We are together, right? Like
exclusively?”
“Of course we are.” Wyatt caressed Preston’s face. “What is it?”
“Move in with me.” Preston searched Wyatt’s face. “Anytime you want.”
~~ The drive went by quickly and Wyatt took in the sights of Tacoma as they passed through it. He loved Washington, everything about it. June was heating up and Wyatt wiped his forehead. School would be starting up in late August and Wyatt wondered how he and Preston would be able to get around their
schedules. They pulled into the parking area of Sunnyside Beach Park and Preston ran for the water. Even in the summer, the Sound wasn’t very warm but it sure cooled you off when it was nearing one hundred outside. Wyatt laid the towels out and sank his toes into the warm sand.
Within fifteen minutes he was sweating and joining Preston in the cool water. Wyatt dove in and surfaced right next to Preston pulling his swim trunks down.
“Hey!” Preston grabbed Wyatt and crushed him to his chest.
“God, that’s hot,” Wyatt looked at Preston’s bicep’s flexing. “Not so bad yourself.” Preston ran his hands over Wyatt’s broad back. “Who knew you’d look like this? You were so cute at ten, though.”
“Hey! No fair, I didn’t get to see you when you were ten.” Wyatt wrapped his legs around Preston’s hips linking his ankles together. “Kiss me.”
Preston wrapped a hand in Wyatt’s hair and pulled him to his lips. He hovered inches from Wyatt’s mouth and smiled. “Service boy,”
“Oh, hell no.” Wyatt crushed their lips together. After making out in the water for a while, they sat back on the beach taking in the sun. Wyatt held Preston’s hand and they talked about life. Wyatt wanted to know everything there was to know about Preston Dalton.
“Were you always a werewolf? Like me?” Preston exhaled in sadness and raised his eyes to Wyatt’s. “No. I was at a party with Tucker and Wesley. At the time, my parents weren’t really even paying attention to me, so, the three of us would go out all the time. We found a party one night and kind of snuck in. I don’t remember a lot, I had quite a bit to drink, but I remember waking up to a guy on me. Next thing I knew, Wesley and Tucker and I were fighting wolves.” Preston shuddered. He pulled himself together and pressed on. “Wayne found us, sniffed us out so to speak, and took us to Carson. We stayed there and went back to school.”
“I’m so sorry, Preston,” Wyatt took Preston in his arms. “My parents didn’t even care,” Preston whispered. “They told everyone I’d gone to live with my grandmother or something.” Preston straightened up and pursed his lips. “Doesn’t matter, I had Wayne and the guys.”
“And now you have me,” Wyatt cupped Preston’s face in his hands. “And you always will.”
By sundown Wyatt could barely keep his eyes open and the drive back seemed to take forever. They both stumbled up the stairs to the apartment and barely made it into the shower to rinse off for bed. They’d go to the college in the morning to pack up Wyatt’s things. Wyatt staggered out of the shower and collapsed on the bed.
“I’m so tired Preston,” Wyatt moaned. “I know, I think the sun drained me.” Preston crawled on the bed and pulled Wyatt to his chest. “We can sleep in again.”
Wyatt yawned. “Good, love you.” “Love you, too.” Preston lay back and closed his eyes, the scent of Wyatt filling his senses.
~~~
“What do you think about me volunteering at the firehouse?” Wyatt shoved his clothing into his duffel bag.
Preston grabbed a box. “I think if it’s what you want, then you should do it. You know I’m going to torture you, though.”
“Oh, I know.” Wyatt looked around the dorm room. “Well, I didn’t have much to pack did I?”
The knock on the door spooked them both and they looked at each other. “Sebastian,” they both said.
Preston opened the door and looked at Sebastian in the hallway. “Yes?” “Oh,” Sebastian looked around Preston. “Um, hey, is Wyatt around?” “That depends,” Preston tapped his fingers on the door. “I just wanted to make sure we were okay and shit. We are still on the same team and we have to get along. I’m glad you’re okay, dude, I saw the fire.”
Sebastian backed into the hallway.
Preston relaxed his grip on the door. “Come in.”
Sebastian looked around the room. “You moving out?” “Yes,” Wyatt picked up his books and put them in a box. “I’m moving in with my boyfriend.”
Sebastian looked at the blond guy in the room. “Must be you?”
Preston nodded. “Sure is.” “Well,” Sebastian put his hand out. “I know you’ll treat him better than I did. He deserves that and so much more.”
“I’ll take good care of him.” Preston shook Sebastian’s hand. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in August for football practice?” Sebastian looked at Wyatt. “I am sorry, Wyatt, you didn’t deserve the way I treated you.” Sebastian ran a hand through his hair. “I wish you all the best. I’m going to be spending some time with George; he invited me out to his house,” Sebastian said.
Wyatt grinned. “He’s a good man; he’s always been nice to me. He treats you like his own kid.”
“He always has, he’s been like a father to me. Which I’m sure irritates my dad to no end; the butler-servant man treats me better than he does,” Sebastian said.
Wyatt took Sebastian’s hand. “I’ll have your back on the field, Bastian, and off,” Wyatt smiled.
“You’re a good friend,” Sebastian wiped his eyes. “I gotta go.”
Preston watched Sebastian leave the room. “That was odd.” “Yeah, it was.” Wyatt looked at Preston and frowned. “I know he’s having issues with his dad, but something else is freaking him out.”
“Maybe you can talk to him about it?” “Yeah, maybe,” Wyatt looked around the room. “Well this is it.” Wyatt motioned to the three boxes and duffel bag. “I don’t have much.”
“It will all fit and I want you to go shopping with me and pick up stuff you like okay? Our apartment will have things you like in it.” Preston hugged Wyatt. “I can’t believe this is real. I’m actually holding you in my arms and you’re moving in with me.”
Wyatt smiled. “It’s just the beginning, Preston.”
~~ By the time they made it back to the apartment they were half naked just walking up the stairs to their unit. As soon as the door shut Wyatt was all over him. This time, Preston felt his feet leaving the floor as Wyatt carried him down the hall to their bedroom. He hit the bed with a bounce, and Wyatt jumped on top of him. Preston let out a breath and looked at Wyatt’s lust-filled eyes.
“How do you want me?” “On your back,” Wyatt growled. “I want to see your face. Later on, when we get all crazy and shit, I’ll get us a sex swing and a stripper pole.”
“Wait, which one of us is
stripping?” Preston arched a brow. “You are,” Wyatt pointed at Preston. “Oh, hell, no.”
Wyatt laughed.
Preston moaned in ecstasy as Wyatt made love to him. He slid in like silk and the ride was one he’d never forget. Wyatt kept his thrusts slow and controlled, filling him to the hilt and sliding back out rubbing his cockhead along every ridge in his ass. His prostate was massaged on every in-stroke and Preston gripped the sheets with a scream on his lips. His orgasm rocked him to the core and when Wyatt’s canines sunk into him, Preston came again with a howling moan. The power rode up his spine and exploded out his fingertips. The connection was so strong Preston felt his heart ramming in his ribs. He wrapped his arms around Wyatt and kissed his neck.
“God, I fucking love you so damn much,” Preston sighed.
“I love you too, Preston.” Wyatt ran his lips up the soft flesh he’d just bitten. “We are connected for life, babe.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Wyatt smiled looking into Preston’s eyes. “We are all connected now. You, Taylor and Jagger, we’re all a family now. You’re not alone anymore, Preston.” Wyatt caressed Preston’s face.
“I’m going to marry you.” Preston cupped Wyatt’s face in his hands.
“You’d better,” Wyatt smiled.
Chapter Ten
July Fourth found the men of the firehouse on Austin’s pontoon boat anchored off of Gas Works Park. Wyatt’s family joined them along with Nicholas, Tucker, Wesley and Olivia. Wyatt made sure everyone’s drink was topped off. He was the designated boat driver for the evening and was pounding the Dr Peppers down. Now that Wyatt knew the whole story, he knew that Tucker and Wesley were the other kids Preston had run away with. They were a close-knit group, to say the least. Austin seemed a little more open towards Tucker and Kurt was coming around a little day by day to Wesley. They definitely had their work cut out for them with two straight mates. But Wyatt could see that Austin truly liked Tucker, and if the feelings were already there it may not be such a far jump for Austin. Tucker and Wesley were going back to Anchorage the following day and Wyatt hoped that they’d made a big enough impression for Austin and Kurt to at least be thinking about them when they left.
Sean was dating Olivia exclusively and took over the job of keeping her safe from horny underclassman. He promised to visit her at school when it resumed, making his presence known. Wyatt had gotten over his anger at everyone knowing about his mate and keeping him in the dark. It didn’t matter anymore, he loved Preston. The Sound was filled with shouts and laughter as more boats pulled up and anchored nearby. The fireworks show at Gas Works Park was a must-see on July Fourth. They came out early in the day and grabbed a prized area. Taylor and Jagger were fishing off the back of the boat and Grayson grabbed a beer for his husband, lowering it in front of his face.
“You there, babe?” Grayson kissed Taylor’s head. “Oh, yes. Jagger keeps catching dogfish sharks,” Taylor elbowed his brother.
“Yeah? Well you keep catching those freaky-eyed fish.” Jagger took a swig of his beer.
“Freaky eyes?” Grayson looked at his husband. “You mean flounder?” “Yeah, they freak me out,” Jagger chuckled. “I refuse to eat them.”
Xander came up on the conversation and chuckled. “He won’t, I can’t even secretly cook flounder. I swear he just looks at it and knows.” Xander sat down by his husband and kissed his cheek. “Love you, babe.”
Jagger set up his pole and dragged Xander into his lap. “And I love you.” Jagger ran his hand through his husband’s jet black hair. “I swear those eyes got me the minute you looked at me.”
“What is it with those eyes?” Taylor pulled Grayson down.
Troy and Sawyer joined in, sitting down with the group. “I know, the minute I laid eyes on Sawyer I knew he was it.” Troy wrapped his arms around Sawyer.
“My mom’s eyes,” Sawyer sighed. “We were all blessed with the emeralds.” “And we are all gay,” Grayson snickered. “Poor Dad.” “Well, we plan on getting a
surrogate,” Troy kissed Sawyer’s neck. “We are going to have another
rambunctious baby Wyatt running around.”
A loud groan came from the group. Wyatt looked at his brothers.
“I was not that bad!” Wyatt
smacked Xander’s head. “Ow! Abuse! Dad!” Xander laughed and moved out of the way of another smack.
John Quinton looked at his sons and smiled. “I love all of you. I’m proud to be your father.” John put his arms out. “Give your old man a hug.”
“I got him first!” Wyatt ran.
~~ Kurt watched as more boats pulled up, anchoring nearby. Seattle was
different than Wyoming, by a long shot. He and Austin were contemplating moving in together to save money. Austin was cool; they had almost the exact background. A beer appeared in front of him and he turned to see Wesley grinning.
“Thanks,” Kurt said.
“Welcome.”
“So, Wyatt says you and Tucker are going back to Alaska?” Wesley nodded, sipping his beer. “Back to work, I can come out for
Christmas, you know if you want?”
Kurt looked into Wesley’s eyes, they were a beautiful combination of cognac and amber; his hair was a shade Kurt had never seen before, a rich mahogany. “I… look; I don’t know how to say this without hurting your feelings. I’m not gay and I don’t want you to think there’s something here.”
Wesley backed away a little; his heart felt like someone had reached inside him and squeezed it. “Oh, okay. I just thought, you know, maybe as friends or something.”
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nbsp; Kurt opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Austin joining them with Tucker.
“What’s up, punk?” Austin hipbumped Kurt. “I was just telling Kurt that Tucker and I are planning on coming back for Christmas,” Wesley said.
“Yeah?” Austin looked at Tucker. “Well, just for a week maybe,” Tucker quickly said.
“That could be cool,” Austin nodded.
“Really?” Tucker asked. “Well, yeah, why not? I’m not going home for Christmas; I can’t stand being in the same room with my parents,” Austin laughed. “How about you, Kurt?”
Kurt looked from Austin to Wesley. “I’m not sure yet.” Kurt took Austin aside, looking over his shoulder at Wesley and Tucker. “You know he’s gay right? If you agree to go out with him again, he’s going to expect things from you.”
Austin grinned. “I told him I’m not gay, sheesh. What is wrong with you?” “Nothing,” Kurt said. “Look, Tucker’s a great guy, I have fun with him. There’s nothing wrong with having fun with another man.”
~~ Wesley looked over at Tucker; both of them could hear the conversation like it was right in front of them.
“Face it, Tucker. They aren’t gay; it’s never going to happen,” Wesley said sadly.
Tucker closed his eyes. “It’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair. Let’s just face it, the fates screwed us over.” Tucker walked to the bow of the boat and looked over the water. He had a mate, a mate who wanted nothing to do with him. “Fuck.”
~~ As the sun set over the Sound, the guys made their seating arrangements. Wyatt sat between Preston’s legs and relaxed into his chest. Their fingers threaded together as Preston wrapped him up in his arms.
“You happy?” Preston nuzzled Wyatt’s ear. “Never been happier,” Wyatt looked up at his mate and warm lips covered his.
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