“Stay there,” Carson ordered, rising to his feet. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jared’s parted lips. “Or get naked, because after I get a warm cloth to clean you, I’m going to fuck you and get you all dirty again.”
Jared’s moan tested Carson nearly beyond his control.
Blowing out a harsh breath, Carson straightened. “Sexy fucker,” he mumbled stalking from the room.
The hairs on the back of Carson’s neck stood on end when he heard Jared’s husky chuckle.
Carson stopped in the nearby powder room and soaked a hand towel in warm water. After wringing it out, he grabbed a dry one from under the sink. He hustled back to the study and stopped in the doorway, swaying slightly as every drop of blood felt as if it surged to his already hard cock.
Jared had managed to strip out of his clothes. He still sprawled over the sofa, but naked. He’d planted his left foot on the edge of the sofa, the right foot on the floor, and he had two fingers of his right hand buried in his ass. The pink skin of his freshly shaved groin gleamed seductively.
Moaning, Carson pressed the heel of his hand to the base of his cock. When that wasn’t enough, he held both towels in one hand as he yanked open the fly of his jeans and shoved them just low enough on his hips to comfortably free his cock and balls. Finally, he stalked forward, closing the few steps between them.
Carson dropped to his knees before Jared. He gripped his lover’s wrist and eased his man’s fingers from his hole. “Naughty, naughty,” he grumbled, frowning at his man’s cheeky grin. “This is my ass.”
“Hell, yeah, it is,” Jared assured. “Better claim it damn fast, then, cause I’m about to come after that knife massage.”
Groaning, Carson focused on what he needed to do—care for his mate. He used the damp cloth to clear away the rest of the shaving cream—not only from Jared but from the sofa. Finally, he used the dry towel to gently rub over his skin, then he poured a liberal amount of lotion onto his fingers and began working it into Jared’s freshly shaved skin.
Jared hissed and bucked, a shudder working through him. “Hurry the fuck up, Carson.”
Carson grinned upon hearing the need in his mate’s voice. He managed to yank his gaze from the beautiful sight of Jared’s smooth, smooth skin. Noting the red flush covering his man’s chest and the way his nipples beaded, he reached out with his free hand and plucked at first one nipple, then the other.
“Fuck!” Jared screamed, his back bowing. Without a touch to his cock, he erupted, spraying his chest with string after string of pearly seed.
Growling at the stunning picture his debauched man made, Carson grabbed the lube and poured a healthy dollop onto his hand. He swiped over his dick, slicking himself up, then eased two fingers into Jared’s ass. Sliding in and out, he checked Jared’s readiness.
“Now, Injun,” Jared urged around panting breaths. “Spear me with your long hard cock right the fuck now.”
Carson obeyed, moaning deeply as he sank into his lover’s tight, hot chute.
Chapter Three
Feeling Carson’s long, thick cock slide into his rectum, Jared groaned in pleasure. Between the endorphins coursing through his system from his epic release and the exquisite stretch and slight burn, he floated blissfully. Wanting to give his lover just as much enjoyment, he squeezed his channel, grinning when the move caused Carson to hiss.
Jared moaned in response, reveling in the sound. He stared at Carson watching himself as his lover sank into his body. The look of rapture on his big Injun’s face fired Jared’s blood and filled him with smug satisfaction.
Even after years together, I still do it for him.
Jared hoped that never changed.
Glancing down, Jared hummed at the sight of Carson bottoming out. He shivered, goose bumps breaking out on his thighs. His abdominals clenched of their own accord.
Never would he have believed the oddly painful and pleasant sensations caused by Carson’s pubic hairs rubbing over his clean-shaven skin.
“Oh, damn,” Jared muttered. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around his man. Grinding his groin against Carson’s, he let out a throaty grunt. “That’s damn good.” His prick plumped. “Gonna make me come again.”
Carson hissed, his lips peeling from his teeth in a feral smile. “I can do that.” Reaching for Jared, he slid his arms under him as he pressed their chests together. “My mate,” he rumbled before sealing his lips over Jared’s own.
Jared opened to his lover in every way possible, wrapping his arms around him. As Carson began to move, easing out of him and pushing back in, he met him thrust for thrust. His shifter adjusted his angle and nailed his prostate, causing the best kind of fire to shoot through his body.
Feeding Carson a moan, Jared shuddered in his grip. He heaved out a sigh as he moved with his lover, relishing the sparks dancing through his blood. He hummed appreciatively at the renewed arousal.
Carson broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Jared’s own. He gasped roughly, his hot breath wafting across his face. “Jared,” he breathed huskily. “My mate. Mine.”
“Hell, yeah,” Jared whispered back, clinging to his lover in a way he’d never admit to another. “I’m yours, and you’re mine, Carson. Forever.”
Growling, Carson mouthed kisses along the tendon of Jared’s neck as his thrusts became erratic. Jared tilted his head, offering more room and submitting to his mate. Carson grunted as he slammed into Jared once, twice more before going still.
Jared felt Carson’s seed flood his channel in sharp jets. The hot pulses warmed him oddly from the inside out. He moaned and clenched his channel around Carson’s spurting erection.
I’ll never tire of this feeling. Pleasing my lover. Bringing him to release.
So fucking sexy.
Carson’s teeth sliced into Jared’s neck. A shard of pain stabbed through his shoulder, forcing him to bite back a hiss. Seconds later, tendrils of warmth flowed across his chest, causing his nipples to bead once more. The sensation coursed to his groin, causing his balls to roll deliciously and pull to his body.
Jared groaned and arched as his second orgasm within thirty minutes rocked through his body.
Grinning in what he figured was a loopy fashion, Jared couldn’t find it in him to care. He was with his lover, his mate for life, his wolf shifter. There was nothing he needed to hide from the man.
“Holy hell, what you do to me.” Jared turned his head and pressed a kiss to Carson’s temple. “You’re amazing.”
Carson lapped at Jared’s neck, sealing the wound. He lifted his head and grinned down at him. Sedated warmth filled his deep brown eyes.
“And I feel the same about you.”
For several moments, Jared allowed himself to just relax. His eyes slid shut, and he enjoyed the heady bliss of being held by the man he loved. When he’d visited the area for his sister’s wedding years before, he never could have guessed how his life would change.
So good.
Jared peeled open one eyelid and peered at the clock, checking the time. He groaned before muttering, “I need to get cleaned up. I gotta get to Declan’s early.”
When Carson eased away, Jared felt his softening dick slip from his chute. He saw his lover’s questioning look and knew what was coming. Moving his right hand, he pressed his fingertips to his lips.
“I have a surprise for those attending the Fourth of July barbeque this afternoon,” Jared explained. “Will you help me set it up?”
Carson immediately nodded. “Of course.” He swept his gaze over Jared’s sprawled form. “Shower, then?”
Jared scoffed, smirking. “Separate showers,” he countered. “Otherwise, we’ll never get there in time.”
Sitting on a blanket spread on the ground, Jared relaxed with his back against Carson’s chest. He rubbed his hands lightly over his lover’s wrists where his man had them on his chest. Peering into the night sky, he enjoyed the light display given off by th
e fireworks bursting across the night sky.
“So, how’d ye get permission for us to have fireworks way out here in the woods?”
Jared glanced toward the speaker. Alpha Declan McIntire, leader of the Stone Ridge wolf shifter pack, had settled next to him. His mate, Lark Trystan, sat on his lap. Both men watched the display, appearing to be enjoying themselves.
“Permission from Mayor Earlens,” Jared revealed, pulling out the slip of paper from his jacket and handing it over.
Declan took it and scanned it swiftly before returning his attention to the fireworks. “Is this real?” he asked, handing the paper back. “Or forged?”
Jared chuckled softly as he took it and tucked it away. It was true. He could have forged the document giving permission for them to set off fireworks. He’d decided that was too risky, however, since it was tough to say what law enforcement officers might be driving through the area. If they weren’t part of the pack, it could get awkward.
“It’s really real,” Jared assured. “I’m doing a favor for the mayor by teaching his teenage son self-defense.”
“Huh.” Declan fell silent.
Lark commented, “Well, that’s nice of you.” He oooed at a firework for a second, then added, “And this is awesome. I haven’t bothered checking out fireworks in years.” He pointed at a cluster of parents and children of various ages sitting on blankets not too far away. “The kids are loving it.”
“Is that Frankie and Vince with their son? Fred, right? Named after his brother?” Jared asked, cocking his head. “How old is the little one now?”
“Yep. He’s a little over a year,” Lark told him. “Crawling and everything.”
“Lots of mischief at that age,” Carson commented.
“Ye gonna have one of those soon?” Declan asked, amusement lacing his tone. “Ye could talk to Frankie about what surrogate he used. Or Ailean. He’s over there with Drake and their son. He’s almost four now.”
“Oh, hell, no,” Jared responded, shaking his head quickly. Upon seeing the surprised expression on Lark and Declan’s faces, he held up his hands defensively. “I don’t have a problem with kids... as long as I can send ’em home after a few hours.”
Carson chuckled, rubbing over his chest. “You should have seen him babysit Lily for two hours last week.” He pressed a kiss to the side of Jared’s neck. “He gave her a gun to play with.”
“You what?” Lark squeaked, gaping at him.
Jared rolled his eyes. “It was empty,” he grumbled. “She liked to hear the clicking noise it made. Plus, she had a hard time pulling the trigger to begin with, so it gave her something to really focus on.”
Lark peered up at Declan. “When we eventually have a kid, we’re not having Jared babysit.”
“Agreed,” Declan immediately responded, pressing a kiss to Lark’s upturned lips. When Lark returned to watching the fireworks, he smirked at Jared, winking. “What did Raul say?”
Shrugging, Jared replied, “He didn’t give a shit.”
“Sean sure did, though,” Carson pointed out. “Swore you were never allowed to babysit Lily by yourself again.”
“What a crime,” Jared muttered, shaking his head. “As if he was threatening me with something horrible.”
“At least she’s no longer in diapers,” Carson pointed out.
Jared physically cringed. “Ugh.”
Carson chuckled softly, pressing another kiss to Jared’s neck, and they settled in to watch the rest of the fireworks show.
As more exploding lights lit up the night sky, another thought slithered through Jared’s mind. He turned his head and whispered, “What about you, Injun. You want kids?”
Shrugging, Carson smiled warmly at him. “I don’t give a shit either way, my mate. If you change your mind in a hundred years, deciding you want the excitement and chaos of raising a cub, you let me know.” He pressed another lingering kiss to his lips, adding, “But if you don’t.” He lowered one hand and slipped it into the waist of Jared’s jeans. He lightly petted the still overly-sensitive skin at his crotch. “We know plenty of ways to make our own fireworks.”
Jared shivered in Carson’s hold. His prick thickened. “Hell, yeah, we do,” he whispered. Grinning over his shoulder at his lover, he added, “Happy Fourth of July, Injun.”
Carson smiled back. “Happy Fourth of July.”
After receiving another kiss, Jared refocused on the fireworks. It wasn’t easy because his big shifter didn’t remove his hand. Jared pulled the blanket higher over his hips, hiding his lap, and enjoyed every second of his lover’s touch.
About the Author
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
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