my turn to talk. And she knows her stuff from having dealt with this for years herself. Her son has OCD, so she has a lot of experience. Talking to her always makes me feel good about myself.”
“Before we go, I want to put your next appointment into my phone.”
Wiley gave him a look filled with warmth, and he couldn’t help but feel it deep inside. He got out his phone and added the information Wiley gave him. He felt better knowing that he was keeping up with Wiley’s needs. He still planned to research OCD and learn all he could about what Wiley dealt with.
“If you need to see her sooner, don’t hesitate to tell me,” Baer said. “This is too important to let go.” Baer put his phone away, started the Jeep, and pulled out of the parking lot. “So, did you tell her about us?”
Wiley laughed and Baer’s heart skipped a beat. “Did I tell my therapist about magic, a shapeshifter, and evil aliens? Hell, no! I don’t want her to think I’m crazy.” Baer laughed with him and Wiley added, “I just said that I’d made some new friends.”
“Friends, huh?”
From the corner of his eyes, he could see Wiley shrug, looking as if he were trying for nonchalant, but the big smile was a dead giveaway. “I’m kind of hoping you and I will be a little more than that.”
Baer hit his blinker before turning into the parking lot of a grocery store. He deftly pulled the Jeep into an open spot and turned off the engine.
“Do we need something here?” Wiley asked.
“Thought I’d pick up some more fresh vegetables and fruit while we’re out.” Baer turned toward him. “But first, let’s talk about what you just said. About being more than friends. I think my actions the other morning proved I want that.”
Wiley’s grin did something wicked to Baer’s insides. “Oh yeah, your actions said a lot. Our actions did. I really enjoyed myself, and I want more. In fact,” he said, glancing at the grocery store for a second, then looking back at Baer. “I think we should pick up some condoms.”
Baer should not be getting hard at Wiley merely saying the word “condom.” That was just wrong. But there was no denying that his blood was racing south.
“Don’t need them. Magical, remember? Can’t get sick and can’t make you sick.” Baer returned his grin. “You verse?”
Wiley nodded. “With a preference for the bottom, though.”
“Oh, we’re gonna get along really well, then.” Baer leaned over, cupped Wiley’s cheek, and kissed him slowly.
Wiley wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him back in for more kisses. Baer was only too happy to comply. He slid his tongue into Wiley’s mouth and groaned at the sweet taste of him, wanting more. Wiley’s tongue met his, stroke for stroke, and it felt like they’d been kissing for years.
Reluctantly, Baer pulled away and dragged in a deep breath. They had to stop before he was tempted to steal more than a few hot kisses. “Damn, Wiley.”
“I know. It’s something, isn’t it?” Wiley took Baer’s hand and placed it on his hard cock.
Baer stroked him through his jeans. “We’re going to get arrested if this goes any further.”
Wiley sighed and pulled off his hand, grimacing and adjusting himself. “We’re going to have to wait a minute or two before we go inside. Talk about something unsexy. Quick.”
“Pestilents,” Baer grumbled.
“That’ll do it. Though that just reminds me we have to be extra vigilant in there. I’d hate for innocent people to get pulled into this.”
“You mean like you did?”
Wiley touched his thigh. “How many times do I have to remind you that I like this adventure I’m on? I’m having the time of my life and never expected to experience anything like this. Plus, there’s you.”
“You’re a good guy, Wiley Stuart,” Baer said, leaning over to steal a kiss.
Wiley hummed happily. “Come on, my hard-on went down enough to go inside.”
“Maybe I’ll kiss you again and fix that.”
“Don’t you dare!”
Baer laughed as he got out of the Jeep.
Chapter 13
Baer trailed behind Lucien, Grey, and Clay as they stepped off the patio and started across the field. He’d just gotten back from the doctor’s appointment and grocery run with Wiley. The young man had mentioned something about checking emails and getting a little work done. Probably for the best since all Baer wanted to do was toss him over his shoulder and carry him up to the bedroom.
Clay and Lucien