the time of my life.”
“Getting bitten by snakes isn’t what I call a good time.” Baer’s voice turned low and growly.
“Well, no, but the rest has been pretty damn awesome, and I got to meet you.” Wiley lifted his head and rested his chin on Baer’s chest. “Meeting you has been the best part.”
“It’s been pretty damn special for me, too.” Baer pulled him up and kissed him. It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow heated and soon, Wiley was stretching out on top of Baer to get even deeper. He liked Baer’s wide frame, and he snuggled as close as he could. His dick plumped up, and he buried his face in Baer’s neck and inhaled the wonderful scent of him. Baer stroked his hands over Wiley’s back, reaching down to palm his ass. Wiley thrust against him, noticing Baer was hard again, too.
In the next instant, Baer was pushing him to his back and grabbing the lube off the nightstand. He coated his fingers and brought them to Wiley’s hole. Wiley spread his legs and gasped as a finger was pressed inside him. Baer watched him closely as he prepped him. It was then that he realized that his heart had definitely gotten involved with Baer and if the man’s expression was anything to go by, he was feeling something quite strong for Wiley, too.
Giddy with hope, he took Baer into his body and they made love slowly this time.
Chapter 18
Baer glanced over at Lucien as they walked out of the parking garage and paused on the sidewalk. The man had a strange sort of bemused look on his face, and Baer wasn’t entirely sure it had anything to do with the mix of shoppers and tourists wandering the street on the sunny Saturday afternoon. This morning, the mechanic had called to tell Lucien his car was fixed and ready to go.
Since Clay and Dane were covered in drywall dust as they tore out a wall to get at some more bad wiring, Baer had volunteered to give the Fire Weaver a lift into town in order to pick up his car. It would also give him a chance to possibly grab a little gift for Wiley. Nothing extravagant or crazy. Just something to say thank you. To show that he appreciated the man who had given him so much joy in so little time.
“What’s that smile for?” Baer asked.
The smile in question turned into more of a smirk when he looked down at Baer. “What? A guy can’t just be in a good mood?”
“Not without getting laid first.”
Lucien laughed and slapped Baer on the back. “Well, that explains your good mood, at least.”
Baer could only shrug. There really wasn’t any point in denying it. He didn’t think Lucien had heard anything, but he and Wiley weren’t exactly subtle about how cozy they had been getting over the past several days. Yeah, he got laid, but they were both adults. No big deal.
Starting down the street, Baer fell into step with Lucien, though he had to widen his gait just to match the tall man.
“I was just thinking that it wasn’t long ago I arrived in town. Thought Savannah was a cute, quirky place. Might be interesting to stay for a little while.” Lucien motioned with his hands as he talked, reminding him of Wiley, but not with the same exuberance. “I was looking forward to checking out the nightlife and even the ghost tours. This is supposed to be one of the most haunted cities in America.”
“You into ghost stories?”
“Love ghost stories. The creepier and scarier, the better. I lived in New Orleans for three years because you know there’s some crazy shit there.”
Baer huffed a laugh. “I’ve heard.”
“Just couldn’t stay long. The constant worry throughout hurricane season was driving me crazy.” He made a scoffing noise in his throat and threw up one hand. “And then, of course, I wind up here.”
“Hurricanes hit here?”
Lucien stopped and looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
Baer lifted both hands, guarding against that look while laughing. “Hey! I haven’t given it much thought. I haven’t been here long.”
Rolling his eyes, Lucien resumed walking. “Crazy man. Yes, hurricanes hit here, though it’s nowhere near as bad as it is for New Orleans or Miami. And before you ask, right now is hurricane season.”
Baer rubbed his bearded jaw with one hand. “Huh. I wonder if we need like a hurricane kit or something.”
“It’d be a good idea, but I