closed his mouth over the man’s slim lips. Bruce tasted like cranberry, alcohol, and some kind of breath mint. Good that he wanted to hurry. How long until Lindsey could bury his cock? He pushed his tongue in farther and did a strong fucking motion with it.
Bruce yanked his head back, gazed into Lindsey’s eyes, and gave out a long, slow moan. “Let’s fuck.”
“Good by me. The bed’s right there.” He pointed to the other side of the huge room, where his king-size sat in an alcove that could be closed or open. Now it was open, with white sheets glistening and the bedspread folded on a bench at the foot.
Bruce jumped up with his erection tenting his suit trousers. He sprang across the floor, tossing his suit coat on a chair as he went. Lindsey did appreciate enthusiasm.
The guy had his shoes, shirt, and pants off by the time Lindsey got to the bed. Not a bad body at all. He smiled. “Crew?”
“Yeah. Can you tell?”
“Very nice shoulders and back.”
Bruce preened a little. “Thank you.”
Lindsey removed his jacket, slowly untied his ascot and dropped it with a flourish on the chair, then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Drool, human.
“Wow. Polo sure agrees with you. How the hell did you get that six-pack?”
“Karate.”
His eyes widened. “I guess I better be careful.”
“Never fear, darling.” He made short work of his socks and shoes, unfastened his belt and pulled down the zipper on his trousers, then dropped them to the floor. With one thumb, he hooked his lavender boxer briefs and pulled them just enough for Bruce to see the tip of his cock. “I only attack upon request.”
Werewolves had big cocks. Fact of life. No matter how slim Lindsey stayed, his cock occupied more room than his size suggested. A lot more.
Bruce’s eyes had made it to saucer proportions. “Jesus.”
Lindsey nodded. “Yes, and I hate to tell you dear, but I like to top.”
Bruce swallowed hard. “That’s okay. I’m a bit of a size queen. If you’ve got lots of lube, that is?”
Lindsey waggled his cock as he stepped out of the pants and briefs pooled around his feet. He walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and removed a bottle of lube. “Large economy size.”
It took some fingerfucking to get Bruce ready, but finally Lindsey had the man on all fours and his cock poised. The condom was just for show, but show it was. Extra large. “You ready?”
“Hell yes.”
Lindsey pushed.
“Ow.”
“Breathe out, darling.”
Bruce did, and the big cock slipped past the ring of muscle. Okay, it felt good. Good enough to make him come. Not good enough to make him freak.
“Oh man, baby, that is so good. Wow, you are huge. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Lindsey did, pumping like crazy. It didn’t matter where his cock was. It felt good. Not like it would if he was inside that guy from the parking lot. Holy God, what would that be like? Hot, boiling. That guy would bite and spit if Lindsey tried to shove his cock in him. Yeah, he’d have to hold him down and fuck his brains out before he gave in. Lindsey’s chest rumbled and his hips hammered and hammered.
Bruce pushed back but looked over his shoulder at Lindsey. “What did you say?”
Damn, take a deep breath. “Nothing. I just hum when I’m happy.”
He laughed. “Sounded like a growl, you sexy beast. Fuck me, Lindsey. Fuck me!”
Lindsey pounded like a jackhammer, reached around to crank the man’s cock, and forced himself not to think of gorgeous animals in black leather and tight denim.
Chapter Two
Lindsey pulled in to the dirt lot at the Way Station. It was early—for a werewolf, anyway. He didn’t need a lot of sleep, partly due to his wolfy genes and mostly due to his type A drive to try every damned thing there was. The orgasm had been good—satisfactory—and he sent Bruce off with a kiss and pat on his butt. Then he’d changed the sheets and tried to sleep. No luck. Mysterious eyes surrounded by curly hair kept creeping into his mind. Distraction required. He’d pulled on some jeans and a sweater and headed for the unofficial werewolf bar. Maybe he’d catch Cole.
He hopped out of the Tesla. On the porch, he pushed open the big wooden door and got hit by wolf smell. Though humans came here too, this bar at this hour meant werewolves.
He glanced around the big, crowded room. A couple of Harker pack members waved. He’d