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“It’s definitely permanent.” He swore he heard another groan. Damn, what the fuck was this guy doing to her? “Well, have a good night. Bye.” Max pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. Have a good night? Is she insane?
He fell back onto the mattress and looked up at the ceiling. She’d broken up with him—on voicemail. That was a level of tackiness even he hadn’t sunk to. No, you just fucked your brother’s woman without even thinking about the woman you were engaged to.
He ignored his own smarmy conscience. Whatever the guy had been doing to Dani, she’d been unable to focus on a conversation that should have taken twenty seconds.
Hmm, interesting.
The shrill jangle of his phone jolted him out of his thoughts. He didn’t recognize the number but it was local. He rolled over as he answered. The perfume of Mandy’s hair lingered on the pillow and he couldn’t resist burying his face in the soft material and breathing deeply. Letting her scent fill him.
“Hello.” His voice sounded rough, well used. Probably from whispering to Mandy all night. He couldn’t resist telling her what he wanted to do to her, how deep he wanted to go, how good she felt on his cock. Oh fuck. His hips pumped forward, rubbing his dick against the sheets.
“Max?”
He quickly processed the masculine voice on the other end of the line.
“Hey, Gideon.”
“Hey. Have you heard from Jackson?”
“No.” Max paused and looked around the room. Mandy’s room. Jax might have come home last night but Max hadn’t been there. “He didn’t call again.”
“Okay. I guess…well, those guys you were meeting with last night, Jackson didn’t trust them. That’s why they arranged to meet at my place.”
“I don’t trust them either but they didn’t seem surprised to see me there. I think Jax is really just out of town. He sounded okay on the phone.”
“Good. That’s all I was checking on.” There was another long pause. “And to see what you had planned for the day?”
“Hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
“I have a million ideas.”
Gideon’s tone dropped, taking on a seductive sound that triggered Max’s memory of the kiss they’d shared last night. His cock, half hard from his Mandy fantasies came back to full strength. He wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft and gave a few strokes. The wolf came awake and growled, the sound pure pleasure in Max’s head. His thoughts shifted back to sex, only Mandy wasn’t starring in his fantasies—they were led by a strong male body, tan skin that made Max eager to taste. He licked his lips.
Mandy’s flavor lingered and it blended perfectly with the memory of Gideon’s kiss, that hard body against his, the first slow touch to his cock.
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He groaned and pushed his head into the pillow, pressing his hips up, driving his cock through his fingers.
“Max?”
Gideon’s voice pierced the fantasy just enough to let him focus.
“Sorry, stubbed my toe.”
Again, Gideon laughed, as if he knew Max was lying. “Right. Anyway, plans?
Today?”
“I’m open to whatever.”
“Ooh, don’t tempt me.”
It was Max’s turn to laugh. “What did you have in mind?”
“How about a hike into the Chugach Mountains?”
Max nodded. That sounded good. A chance to get out, move, be near the earth.
That might soothe his wolf, calm the creature enough so he didn’t flip out the way he had last night.
“Sounds good.”
“Should I come get you?”
Max started to agree then froze. “Uh, wait.” He flipped back the blankets and shivered as his feet hit the cold floor. He calculated how long it would take him to get home. And shower.
“Uh, give me thirty, no make it forty-five minutes.”
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Max dug through Jax’s kitchen drawers to find a marker and a sheet of paper. In big block letters he wrote, “Jax, where the hell are you? Call me. Max.” Just in case Jax came home. He’d said he was out of town. That could mean across the country or a fifty-five minute flight from Fairbanks. Hard to tell with Jax.
Max plopped the note on the center of the dining table as the front doorbell rang.
He grabbed his coat and tugged it on. He took a long inhale as he got close to the door, taking a moment to catalogue the scents. The room smelled like Jax, naturally, but the faint scent of Gideon on the other side of the door made Max’s body tighten. Even jacking off in the shower hadn’t helped. Just the thought of Gideon or Mandy made Max was hard again. He’d always had a high sex drive—it was the norm in the werewolf community—but this was ridiculous.
He took another breath, this one to calm his nerves and opened the door. Gideon looked up and smiled, then he did a slow scan down Max’s body. He recognized the look. He’d used it on hundreds of women—that sexual stare that said “baby let’s fuck and I’ll make you scream”—but he’d never been the object of it. And damn if he finally understood the power of it.
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He held himself still, letting the inspection occur, hoping his dick wasn’t too obvious, that his jeans managed to contain the burgeoning erection.
The smile teasing Gideon’s lips and the spark in his eyes told Max that Gideon had seen he was hard. But Gideon didn’t say anything. Instead he nodded toward the jacket Max had pulled on.
“Cold?”
“Yes.”
“It’s summer.”
“It’s summer but it’s Alaska so it’s still cold.”
Gideon laughed. “It’s not that bad. It’s supposed to be in the mid-sixties today.”
“It was over a hundred when I left Vegas.”
“Yeah, your brother was like that when he first moved up here too. Got over it pretty fast.”
“Good for him.” He knew he sounded a little bitchy but honestly wasn’t that better than grabbing the guy and humping like a dog in heat?
As he turned to lock the door, his cell phone thumped against his side. Out of habit, he pulled it out and checked it. After missing the call last night, he wasn’t sure about his coverage. But at this point he wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to his brother. Would Jax be able to recognize Max’s guilt over the phone?
“Did he call?”
“Huh? Oh, no.”
If he actually talked to his brother, he was going to have to confess what he’d done.
The more he’d thought about it, the more he realized he didn’t want to do that on the phone. He needed to do it face-to-face, where he could watch Jax’s reaction.
What the hell do you think his reaction’s going to be? Max’s obnoxious conscience asked.
You fucked his fiancée. More than once. After the second time, he’d allowed Mandy to sleep even though his wolf urged him to take her again. Courtesy said he should let her sleep or even better get the hell out of her house before he made it any worse. But being so close and the scents of their bodies mixing together…Max couldn’t resist and in the middle of the night he’d woken her, fucking her slow and steady. She’d barely been awake but she’d come sweet and soft, her orgasm easing her back into sleep.
Max groaned. He didn’t need a reminder of that.
“You okay?”
Yeah, except for the perpetual hard-on.
He was glad he didn’t actually speak the words. Gideon might think they referred to him. Which they kind of did. The scent of the other male was intense, totally different from Mandy, spicy and warm. Strong. He leaned forward, his mind not thinking anything except getting closer to that smell, that warmth. That taste. He licked his lips anticipating the flavor.
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“Max?”
He jerked and took a step back. “Sorry.”
A wicked light flicked t
hrough Gideon’s eyes and Max’s cock twitched. Dangerous man.
“No problem. Let’s go.”
They got to the Ford Escape in Jax’s driveway and climbed in. As Gideon pulled into the street, he asked, “How did the rest of the night go?”
Max sat up, guilt tightening all his muscles.
“What do you mean?”
“How did Mandy react when you told her?” Gideon glanced to his right.
“Uhhhhh.”
“What does that sound mean?”
Gideon’s stare bounced between the road and him. Max didn’t know how to respond without lying.
“You didn’t tell her.”
It wasn’t a question. Max forced his eyes forward. For some reason he didn’t think he wanted to see the look on Gideon’s face.
“No.” Just let it go. Don’t ask any more questions, he silently begged. Because for some reason, Max couldn’t find it in himself to lie about this.
“That might be awkward later.” More than you know. The car slowed and Gideon looked at him. “Max, what happened?” Max opened his mouth to answer but the words just wouldn’t come out. “Oh fuck. You slept with Mandy.”
Max winced.
“How—?”
“I don’t know!” Max exploded. “I planned to tell her and then I showed up and she smelled so good.”
“She smelled good?”
Gideon didn’t sound like he believed it. Max smiled, thinking about the way her ass moved when she walked. “Yes. Damn good.” Max lost himself in the memory. “And the next thing I know I’m on my knees with my face buried between her legs.” He closed his eyes and winced. Fuck, hadn’t meant to say that. “Forget I said that.” Max silently begged for aliens to come and take him away for anal probes. Anything had to be better than this.
Hell, confessing to Gideon was hard. Confessing to Jax was going to be torture.
Brutal, knuckle-breaking torture.
Gideon was silent for a long time, driving Max through the unfamiliar streets.
Finally, he said, “So that’s why you don’t seem as worried about finding Jackson.
You don’t want to tell him you had sex with his girlfriend.”
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Gideon’s tone was the perfect mixture of mockery and reprimand.
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an offer?” Gideon’s voice changed, turning from mockery to flirtation.
Max’s cock twitched in response.
He swallowed and forced his lips to form what his mind knew was the right answer. “Uh, no.”
Gideon chuckled, as if he knew how close Max was to “yes”.
“Too bad.” Gideon turned into a large open parking lot.
“What’s this?” He lifted his chin toward the building. Alaska Rock Gym. “I thought we were going hiking.”
“We are. I was thinking you might want to climb first.” Again Gideon flashed that assessing gaze up and down Max’s body. “You look a little tense. And since sex doesn’t appear to be an option—oh wait, I mean more sex—” He winked. “How about a hard workout and then a little fresh air? Cleanse the body if not the spirit?”
Max nodded. He needed something physical. Well, something physical besides fucking. Needed to exhaust himself so he would be too tired to act on any of the crazed sensations going through his body. Because the combination of his own scent and Gideon’s was making his already-hard dick hurt. He leaned back in the seat, trying to ease the constriction across his groin. The movement rubbed his jeans across his erection and he grabbed the door handle, clinging to it instead of ripping open his fly and begging Gideon to suck him off.
Max had a few gay friends and they all teased him about having a guy suck him off.
Said there was nothing like it. Particularly someone who enjoyed it. He glanced at Gideon. Based on that kiss last night, Gideon knew how to use his mouth.
His mind, guided by his wolf, flipped into fantasy—Gideon on his knees, his lips wrapped around Max’s cock, sucking hard.
“Max, let’s go.” Gideon’s call yanked him from the dream his mind and his wolf conspired to create. He hesitated, giving his cock a hard thump to make the damn thing subside. The pain did its job and Max climbed out of the car and followed Gideon into the building.
He had done some climbing at Red Rock outside of Vegas but he’d never been inside a rock gym. He listened as Gideon walked him through the safety harnesses and belaying. After a quick tour, they moved to the harder climbing walls. Yeah, climbing was a good idea. A good way to expend some of the extra energy ripping through is body.
He just wasn’t expecting how almost naked they would be.
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licked his lips, the urge to taste some of that hard male flesh requiring a tactile satisfaction. His cock leapt and he felt the press of material against his growing erection.
Gideon’s mouth quirked up in an arrogant smile. Max dragged his gaze away. Yeah, fucking your brother’s fiancée wasn’t bad enough. Now you’re going to fuck his best friend?
Don’t think so. Get it under control. The internal pep talk seemed to help a bit as did the fast hard breath. Feeling a little more in command of his body, he stripped off his shirt and climbed into the borrowed harness. He needed to go first. Needed to make his body move.
Gideon seemed okay with that and took up his position to belay for Max. Max hooked in and felt the rope go tight. Ready to climb. Max pulled his shoulders back and reached for the first handhold, pulling himself up. The genetics of being a werewolf gave him extra strength so he made it more challenging than it had to be, barely using his legs, dragging himself to the top with just his finger strength. Gideon’s voice cheered him on, the friendly sound at the bottom of the wall making him work harder.
Sweat dripped from his body as he neared the finish, the strain in his shoulders and hands a good ache, something so completely not sexual. He pulled himself up toward the last handhold, reaching out to brush the bell that hung at top.
Gideon cheered and Max laughed. His dick was no longer threatening to break free of his clothes, his muscles were getting that pleasant soreness of too much use. Yeah, he might make it through the day.
He leaned back, confident that Gideon could hold him, and walked himself down the wall.
As he unhooked his harness, Gideon came over. “Great job, man.”
“Thanks, ba—” Babe. Damn. He’d just about called Gideon “babe”. He crushed the word and mentally slapped himself.
Gideon didn’t seem to notice. “That was some serious upper body strength.” The words caressed Max’s skin, turning sexual in a way that made him ache. Gideon might be teasing but the effect of his words on Max’s body were real enough.
“Thanks,” he said, not sure he was strong enough to look at Gideon without reacting. “You ready to go up?” But he had no choice. He had to do a safety check. Max stepped close and checked Gideon’s harness, the backs of his fingers brushing against the tight warm skin of his stomach. The low ripples of Gideon’s muscles tempted his fingers. He licked his lips, imagining running his tongue across every groove.
Oh yeah. Gideon held still as Max worked slowly through the safety check, trying to tell his fingers to move faster but unable to get any response. It was all he could do not to stroke the tight skin. He forced his mind to focus, making sure the harness fit properly. God forbid his distraction put Gideon at risk. He tugged on the front clasp and stepped away.
“You’re good.”
“I know.” Max’s head snapped up. Gideon winked. “I’m very good.”
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Max’s cock twitched. I don’t doubt it. Those words filled his head but outwardly h
e rolled his eyes.
“Climb,” he ordered not really sure what else to say except “I’d like to find out”
and that wasn’t something he was ready to admit. At least not out loud. Hell, he was having issues with hearing the words in his mind.
But all that disappeared as Gideon headed up the wall. His muscles stretched and lengthened and Max couldn’t help but watch. The wolf in his head rumbled, the sound vibrating the inside of his brain. Max hummed low, liking the way the noise echoed in his head.
He watched Gideon, his eyes going to the man’s ass and the thought of wrapping his hands around those tight muscles filled his head. The fantasy quickly shifting to Mandy’s ass, squeezing as he pumped into her, his cock gripped by her tight pussy.
Yeah, that’s it.
Gideon approached the side of the bed, his eyes glittering with lust. He leaned down and offered his mouth to Max in a long, deep kiss. Max groaned, taking Gideon’s tongue. Small hot hands slid up his chest, teasing his nipples. He pulled away, fighting to draw back from the intoxicating kiss. Mandy smiled, licking her lips.
“You look good together,” she whispered. Gideon grinned and leaned in, kissing Mandy.
Max watched and slowly fucked his cock into her, short steady thrusts. She moaned and reached up, cupping her hand around the back of Gideon’s neck, holding him in place as Max fucked her pussy and Gideon tongue-fucked her mouth.
Gideon slid his fingers over her tight nipple, just adding to the pressure. She arched up, stretching that sweet body even as she cried out, the sound muffled against Gideon’s lips. Her cunt tightened around Max’s cock and he fought his own orgasm. He didn’t want to come, not yet. He groaned and pulled out, drawing back. Gideon met him, one more kiss before he crawled between Mandy’s sleek thighs taking Max’s place between her legs.
Gideon leaned forward and placed his mouth on Mandy’s pussy. Max watched for a moment, captivated by the sight of Gideon’s tongue slipping between her wet folds. The other male arched his back, highlight the long line of his body. The need to fuck, to be a part of the scene before him, drove him on. Max crawled up behind Gideon’s strong male body, the sleek taut ass tipped up and offered to him. He eased the tip of his cock into the tight hole. Gideon tensed and lifted his head taking a breath before returning his attentions to Mandy’s cunt. She moaned and her fingers bit into his skin. “Make her scream, babe, while I fuck this tight little ass.”
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