Gingersnap. In my bed, all up in my space, and in my business. No bones about it, okay? Regardless of how this thing plays out between us, you will never be bothering me. You will never be in my way, or unwelcome. You got it? I would love to help you learn what you like. What kind of gay you want to be. And if we stop fucking, that won’t end. I won’t leave you behind, like they did.”
Colin’s face was wracked with fear and hope. But he was taking Judd’s words seriously. Maybe even believing them a tiny bit.
Judd pressed. “You got me?”
“Yeah. Yes. Yes, Judd, I got you.”
“Good. Now, we’re gonna stop this fooling around for tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I want my hands on your cock, and yours on mine, like nothing else right now. But you need to seriously think on things. Talk to Isaac if you can. He’s good on this kind of shit. But I’m ready for the next lesson whenever you are. I’ll wait as long as you need me to if you need time. But for tonight, I want you to pause and think about it. Okay?” Gently, lingering over his mate’s exquisite body the entire time, Judd separated them. Lifted Colin, put him to the side, wanting badly to stay touching, but obsessed with the importance of choice. Especially with Colin so young.
Colin’s full pretty mouth was pressed straight and firm, eyes narrowed. “Okay. I got it. I’m sure. But maybe you need time to think, too.” Colin was annoyed at being pushed away when his decision was already made. Plus he was sexually frustrated. Judd was pleased to see both those reactions, and that Colin wasn’t trying to hide them. Had a backbone, and it was important to know that he would use it on Judd.
Judd stood, cock aching. He scooped up his discarded t-shirt. He didn’t put it back on, just carried it in a ball and strode away. At the bottom of the stairs, he checked back, to make sure Colin was ogling his ass.
Colin was definitely ogling.
Good.
Fortunately for Colin, since he didn’t get much sleep, his first class wasn’t until two the next afternoon. As usual, at that hour, the pack house was empty, everyone either asleep or at work.
He drank some cold coffee out of the pot – caffeine wasn’t necessary for werewolves, but he liked the taste. He didn’t bother with breakfast, remembering he still had half a salami in his backpack and that would do. He geared up for a motorcycle ride, grabbed his bag, and was off to campus.
He had a lot to think about, but strangely it wasn’t Judd and sex that occupied his brain while he rode. It was his mother. (Which was more than enough to kill any of those first thoughts had they tried to develop.) He wondered if she wanted to see him, if she would even bother to reach out. He wasn’t sure if he desired her interest or was terrified by the prospect. Bit of both, most likely. He also didn’t know what he would do if she reached out. He admitted to being curious. By unspoken agreement, he and Kevin never talked about either of their parents. But this meant he knew very little about his mother.
His afternoon class was applied mathematics, which was one of his favorites, but even that didn’t totally distract him. Weirdly his brain seemed to have latched on to the fact that today his mother was in the Bay Area, and was going to give a concert that weekend. His real live mother was going to meet with Judd and Kevin that very evening to discuss security. His mother, whom he barely remembered. It was all very strange and surreal.
Nevertheless, when he was out of class and strapping his helmet back on, contemplating the best way to extract his motorcycle from the herd of scooters and bicycles that now surrounded it, the very last thing he expected was to actually see said mother in the flesh.
A stretch limo pulled up next to him. An honest-to-goodness stretch limo, not even the new sport utility kind that were better suited to the hills and curves of Highway One.
Colin glared at the ridiculousness of it, feeling self-righteous about his own choice of vehicle (not that he had much of a choice − werewolves and motorcycles were kind of a trope these days).
The limo put its hazards on and stopped, right there in