Crashing into Fate (Maple Grove #25) - Lynn Hagen Page 0,29

what was going on in Nessie’s life, he couldn’t be certain who the bad guy was in all of this.

Soon Sheriff Copache was there, taking the woman inside the office. Of course Arlan wanted to know what they were saying, but he wasn’t going to barge in there just to hear what was going on.

Lewis would tell him.

“I think this is enough excitement for one night,” Charles said. “I should be heading home.”

Arlan threw his arms around his brother and hugged him. “If you need anything, call me.” He kissed Charles on the cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, kiddo.” Charles placed a kiss on Arlan’s forehead. “Don’t worry about me. I always bounce back.”

Arlan wasn’t so sure about that. Charles was trying to hide it, but there was pain in his eyes. Now Arlan really hated Chloe. The cheating hussy.

And she’d had nerve to turn her nose up at Arlan because he was down on his luck.

Just as Charles walked to his truck, Lewis came out of the office and nodded toward Arlan’s brother. Charles nodded back before he pulled from the lot and drove down the road.

“Everything okay?” Lewis had his hands tucked into his jacket as he looked from the road to Arlan.

“No. His wife is a cheating bitch.” Arlan went back into his room. It was cold as shit outside. “Can you shift and eat her?”

“I’m going to have to decline.” Lewis closed the door behind him.

“Okay, so maybe not eat her, but I hate what she’s done to my brother.”

Lewis walked up behind Arlan and curled his arms around him. Arlan hadn’t realized just how much he missed being with someone, to be pulled against a solid chest. He reveled in the dark, masculine scent, the beard that grazed along his sensitive skin.

“You have a caring soul,” Lewis said against the shell of Arlan’s ear. “I’m glad you two are so close.”

“I’m glad you’re so close.” Arlan was throwing out hints, and he was hoping Lewis caught them, because Arlan wanted to put the depressing subject out of his mind. Not that he didn’t care about Charles, but Arlan wanted to be in a much happier place, like under Lewis’s naked body.

“I could get a lot closer,” Lewis purred. “Of course, we would have to be naked.”

It was as if Lewis had read his mind. “I think that’s a possibility.”

“How possible?” Lewis slid his hands up Arlan’s chest as he nibbled on his neck, making Arlan’s body catch fire and his head spin.

He hissed when Lewis pulled at his hair, his skin buzzing as a shiver raced over him. His cock was so hard and full right now that Arlan wanted only release.

Lewis spun Arlan so they were facing each other. Arlan had to crane his neck back just to see into Lewis’s pretty green eyes.

“I want inside you,” Lewis grumbled against Arlan’s lips as his fingers continued to tug at Arlan’s hair, gliding through the strands and making Arlan’s scalp tingle.

“Yes.” He bit the man’s lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Arlan was so busy trying to climb Lewis that he didn’t realize that Lewis was walking them backward.

They fell to the bed, Lewis bracing himself at the last second before his weight crushed Arlan. Then their hands were everywhere, stripping each other out of clothing, their lips exploring each other’s body.

Arlan curled one leg over Lewis’s hip, jerking upward as he devoured the man’s mouth.

He spread his legs wide, inviting Lewis to settle between them. “Where’s the lube? “ Arlan groaned. “We need lube.”

Lewis pinned Arlan’s hands above his head, nipping at his chin. “This is your room. You tell me where it is, and I’ll get it.” Lewis nipped his ear.

“Top dresser drawer.” Arlan moved his body toward Lewis’s large frame.

Lewis chuckled. “You’ll have to let me go so I can get it.”

“Can’t you just use The Force?”

“Not a Jedi, hon.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Arlan unwrapped himself to let Lewis up. He watched Lewis walk to the dresser. Damn, he had a nice ass. Arlan wanted to bite both cheeks.

Returning with the bottle of lube, Lewis lathered his fingers.

“Can you move any slower?” Unable to stop himself, Arlan grabbed Lewis’s cock. The heated shaft pulsed in the palm of his hand.

“Mother fuck!” Lewis dropped the lube, inhaling a deep breath. “Are you trying to make my rocket explode?”

Arlan grinned. “What? This?” He began to stroke the man’s dick gently, pulling on the flesh and watching the head turn darker.

“Fuck.” Lewis