The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,84
this, sweetheart?”
He tipped his head back to look up at Robson, surprised but pleased that Robson would even think to suggest that. Warmth filled him at the small smile on his mate’s face and the kiss Robson laid on him upside down.
“You wouldn’t mind if I shifted?”
“Not at all. Whatever you need.” Robson stepped back so Marcus could stand, then led the way to his living room, already stripping out of his button-down shirt.
Standing at the end of the couch, he paused with his hands on his belt when Robson started chuckling behind him. Turning, he raised a brow. “What’s so funny?”
“There’s no way we’ll both fit on that.” Robson gestured at the couch.
He turned back to look at the brown sofa more critically. It was a hand-me-down from Beth and her husband when they’d bought new things a few years ago. Marcus didn’t spend a lot of downtime at his house, so he’d never really considered the cuddling ability of it, but Robson might have a point. It wasn’t very long or very wide, so a full-grown man of Robson’s size would have enough issue getting comfortable on it. Add his wolf?
“Um, probably not.” He turned in a circle, his brain feeling sluggish after the emotionally wrought afternoon and evening.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
Oh, right. He pretended to scowl at Robson’s grin, but he snagged Robson’s hand where it hung at his side and linked their fingers before heading up the stairs. His house was pretty small compared to some of the others the pack owned, but it was plenty of space for just him. Of the two bedrooms upstairs, one had a desk and computer that he rarely used, but he turned toward the other room.
His large bed with a navy blue comforter took up most of the space. There were bedside tables on either side and three bookcases stuffed full against two walls, with a comfortable chair by the window that he liked to sit in when he read in the evenings. On the other side of the room were two doors, one leading to a small walk-in closet and the other to the bathroom.
“This is nice, cariño,” Robson murmured, pressing up against Marcus’s back and kissing the nape of his neck.
He’d been scenting Robson’s arousal since they were sitting at the table, but he didn’t feel any pressure to do anything about it. Robson coasted his hands down Marcus’s chest, bringing them to rest at the top of his pants, fingers working to undo his belt then his button and zipper.
Marcus hummed in contentment and closed his eyes as Robson slowly knelt behind him and stripped his pants and briefs down his legs. He stepped out carefully, then laughed softly when Robson lifted each foot and peeled off his socks as well.
Standing once more, Robson wrapped his arms around Marcus again and hugged him firmly. No words were needed; Marcus was simply basking in Robson’s warmth and soothing scent. He couldn’t stop a small, sad noise from escaping him when Robson stepped back.
“Let your wolf out,” Robson said with a chuckle.
Marcus threw a look over his shoulder—not a pout, no. He was a pack Enforcer; he’d never do something like that—and caught his breath at the sight of Robson pulling his T-shirt off over his head, muscles rippling with the smooth motion.
At Robson’s throat clearing and pointed look, he blushed and shifted, sinking into his wolf and letting himself embrace that part of him. It only took a moment, but by the time he turned around, Robson was pushing his jeans past his knees.
Winking, Robson straightened and stepped out of the bundle on the ground, left standing in a pair of black boxer briefs. “You don’t mind if we get under the covers, do you? You won’t get too warm?”
Marcus cocked his head as he thought about it, then shook it with a bark.
“Oh, okay,” Robson said, laughing and stepping over to the head of the bed. When he bent over to pull the comforter and sheet back, Marcus couldn’t stop himself from darting forward and bumping his head into his underwear-clad ass, sending Robson tumbling onto the bed. Chuckling, Robson stood back up and swatted at him. “None of that, cariño. We aren’t playing right now; we’re resting.”
Huffing, Marcus sat and waited for him to finish with the bedding.
Robson laughed again. “I feel like you should be scarier than you are to me. But you just seem like a big puppy.”