Garret's Dilemma

by Fel Fern

  “A little,” Garret admitted.

  “Will pizza do?” At his grunt, Bo dialed their favorite pizza place and ordered two extra-large meat-filled pies along with a couple of wings.

  His huge mate looked around the empty space, and began cutely murmuring things he wanted to do, like buying paint or making furniture for the place because he didn’t trust the local manufacturers.

  Bo grinned at that. He’d always like that about Garret. Always insisting on doing things hands-on, and once, Garret and he spent the entire afternoon in the woods, looking for wood. His mate hadn’t been just all talk either.

  Apparently, Garret was a master carpenter and Bo didn’t even know that title existed until he’d learned Garret did most of the furnishings in his cabin. Garret still avoided crowds like a plague, but since they had all the time in the world, there was no harm taking one day at a time.

  While Garret considered the space, Bo took his time appreciating Garret’s fine body. All the wounds Garret had sustained during his fight with Royce and Declan had already healed. The marvels of being a werewolf, and to Bo’s surprise, he found out he’d inherited some of Garret’s regenerative abilities because of their mate marks. The pack doctor explained that throughout their traumatic episode he or Garret could have lost consciousness any moment, but their stubbornness and sheer will prevailed.

  Today, Garret only wore a worn-out pair of jeans and a plain dark green tee slightly beaded with sweat. Each movement made Bo’s mouth water, like how Garret’s back muscles bunched or when he bent down and Bo was treated to the sight of Garret’s fine ass.

  “Are you gawking at me, little human?” Garret asked, probably noticing Bo stood there, saying nothing. He turned, frowning at Bo.

  “Hey, it’s a free world, buddy. Besides, you look so yummy.” Bo’s jeans felt a lot tighter and he’d always imagined a scenario like this—with the two of them all hot and bothered after expending energy on hard and manly work. Okay, to be honest, they did nothing but enjoy each other’s company once the doctor approved them for sex. Bo doubted they’ll ever get sick of each other though. The passion between them hadn’t dimmed one bit. It only grew stronger with each passing day.

  Garret gave him a thoughtful look. “I suppose we can feed a second kind of hunger.”

  Bo checked his wrist watch. “The delivery guy did say thirty-minutes. Apparently they’re booked with orders.”

  “Huh. Odd.” Garret gave him a suspicious look.

  Bo blinked, but he could never muster being coy. Besides, sooner or later, Garret would find out he purposely called the pizza place to deliver a couple of minutes later so they could cash in some sexy times.

  “I can just walk down. It’s only two blocks away.”

  “No!”

  Bo dramatically flung himself at Garret, knowing Garret would instantly catch him so he wouldn’t fall. Hell. He’d stoop so low and come up with any excuse to rub up against the hard planes of Garret’s body.

  “Don’t play games with me. I know like some of this, hot stuff.” Bo gave Garret a suggestive wink while gesturing to his body.

  Garret growled, making Bo’s erection tighten. “Feeling horny, aren’t we?”

  “I can’t myself. We’ve been so far apart from each other.” Bo whined.

  Garret chuckled. “We saw each other three days ago.”

  “That’s long enough.” Bo’s hand wandered between them. He pressed his palm over the bulge in Garret’s jeans. “Come on, big guy. Give me a welcome home party I won’t forget.”

  Garret leaned over to take his lips hard and rough, just the way Bo liked it. Heat jolted up his chest and member. When Garret released him, Bo moaned into his mouth. Bo let Garret peel off his shirt, then yanked down his jeans. Then he did the same until his mate stood in front of him, nude and gloriously hard.

  Pulling Bo to him, Garret pelted kisses down the side of his neck, beginning to tongue his mate mark, before moving lower. He sucked the hollow between Bo’s collarbones, before closing his mouth over his left nipple. Bo groaned as Garret bit down and left his mark there.

  Then Garret raised his head and caught Bo’s bottom lip between his teeth. He kissed Bo again, this time slow, taking his time. Bo loved moments like this, when his mate could be either soft and hard, or playful and serious.

  “Let me take care of you,” Bo suggested, curling his fingers over Garret’s member. He let out a breath when Garret caught his hand.

  “With your mouth,” Garret demanded.

  Bo knelt, only happy to comply. He groaned when Garret speared his fingers through Bo’s hair and tugged. Bo took his time, flicking his tongue over the pre-cum gathered at Garret’s tip. Garret let out a rumbling groan of approval. Bo licked him from crown to root, while gently massaging one of his balls with his free hand.

  Garret tugged again. “Don’t fucking tease me, Bo. I’m not in the mood.”

  Bo complied, finally taking Garret between his lips. Having done this numerous times, Bo easily accommodated Garret’s length. He bobbed his head up and down, marveling at how Garret thickened under his ministrations. Bo loved the taste of Garret’s need on his mouth and bringing him to the edge.

  Garret gently used his hair as a handle and pulled out. “I want to come inside your ass, not your mouth.”

  Bo grinned, his own cock already at half-mast after wrangling sounds of satisfaction from Garret’s mouth. “How do you want to ride me, big guy?”

  “You pick this time.”

  “How generous of you, hon.” Bo thought about it for a second. “On the floor, since we don’t have any furnishings to do it on anyway.”

  “Don’t worry, little human. Soon, we’ll fill this place with life and our memories.”

  Excitement and warmth crawled down Bo’s spine at those words. Why did he have a feeling Garret was suggesting they’d be doing it on every single furniture they acquired? Bo didn’t mind though.

  “Lube?” Bo asked.

  “I got it right here.” Garret fumbled for his discarded jeans fished it from the back pocket.

  “You carry that around on purpose?” Bo asked. He frowned. “You planned this.”

  “I know my mate is always horny.” Garret smiled, showing Bo the slightly pointed ends of his inhuman canines. “Don’t need to pretend.”

  Bo pouted, but didn’t deny it.

  “On fours,” Garret commanded and helped Bo get on position.

  Bo wiggled his ass suggestively at Garret, and groaned when Garret gave him a playful smack on the ass.

  “You’re asking for it, pup.” Garret growled. “Take your punishment like a good boy.”

  Hell. Bo had a hard time trying to hide his eagerness. “Yes, Sir.”

  Garret gave him open-handed slaps, alternating between his buttocks and inner thighs. By the time he was done, Bo had grown incredibly hard.

  “Remember the rules, Bo,” Garret warned.

  “No coming. I get it, Sir.” Bo agreed.

  For that, Garret reached between his legs and pinched his tip. Bo gritted, but managed to keep it in. The last thing Bo wanted to do was react like a horny teenager. Besides, the last time he broke that rule, Garret found a creative way to punish him by pushing him to the edge, then withdrawing before Bo exploded.

  Garret ran a callused hand over Bo’s sensitive new welts. When morning came, Bo couldn’t wait to see Garret’s lingering hand prints, his personal marks, over his ass. Hell, he couldn’t wait to wake up in their own house the very first morning, even if they only owned one mattress on the floor.

  “Good boy,” Garret said in an appreciative deep voice.

  Bo felt Garret lubing up his ass a moment later. He groaned in frustration as Garret took his time, caressing and tracing his puckered hole before sliding a finger in.

  “Patience, pet,” Garret reprimanded him.

  Bo did his best. Garret slid a second finger in, and then began scissoring him for his access. Bo moaned, feeling Garret nudging his cock head l
ater.

  “Take deep breaths,” Garret commanded. Bo did, willing his muscles to draw Garret in until his mate as buried hilt deep. He closed his eyes as he let the burn fade away. Garret gripped the flesh of his hips hard, and asked, “How do you want me to ride you, Bo?”

  “Fast and hard, please.”

  “Please. I like that.”

  “I know. That’s why I always say it.”

  Garret laughed, the sound warming Bo’s insides. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

  “Are you going to keep talking, or mount me, big guy?”

  Then Garret eliminated his ability to think by sliding out of Bo, before driving his shaft back in. Garret began slow and then built up his speed. Jolts crawled up Bo’s chest and groin. He still didn’t know why his body reacted like this when it came to Garret, but he stopped asking because each time felt right and certain. Garret was really the missing piece of the puzzle Bo had been searching for all his life.

  Each time their bodies collided, Bo felt the mate bonds between them pulsing to life. Garret went faster and deeper. Spending more time with Garret helped him understood the concept of soul mates, because he felt the spark between them burn brighter each time they touched.

  Garret stroked the fire building inside Bo into an inferno. Soon, they would reach supernova and Garret would send his mind flying. Garret must have switched angle because his next thrust wrangled a breathy gasp from Bo.

  “Garret,” Bo gasped. “Please.”

  Garret hit his sweet spot repeatedly. His hand found Bo’s tormented member and began gliding his fist up and down.

  “Please,” Bo uttered again.

  “Come all over my fingers, Bo. Now.” Garret’s authoritative voice triggered Bo’s orgasm.

  Bo’s head reeled and the room fell away. The world narrowed its scope to just the two of them. Letting out a shuddering groan, Bo spilled his load all over Garret’s fingers. Waves of pleasure assaulted his body, more intense than he’d ever experience. It wasn’t long before Garret came as well. After several thrusts, Bo heard his tell-tale growl. Garret reached climax, emptying his cum inside Bo’s ass.

  They collapsed against each other on the warm wooden floors.

  “Where are you going?” Garret demanded. Bo recovered and began to worm his way out of his embrace.

  “Cleaning up? I mean, these floors are new.”

  “Later. Stay like this for a while,” Garret muttered.

  “Sounds like a good plan,” Bo agreed.

  He settled close to Garret, enjoying his warmth. Cuddling close until his spine touched Garret’s front, Bo remembered long ago. Back in Garret’s cabin when both of them took the chance, Bo remembered being greedy and wanting everything—the mind blowing sex, the tears and the laughter.

  They fought for their relationship, and in the end, they got it all. Bo was a cynic when it came to love, yet here he was, living his hard-earned happily-ever-after. Hell, if Royce hadn’t gone all psycho Bo would have never collapsed on Garret’s porch.

  “What are you thinking about?” Garret asked, nipping his ear.

  “Nothing.”

  “You’re always thinking about something,” Garret reminded him.

  “You. Us.” Bo took a deep breath and said the three words he feared would drive Garret away. “I love you, you know that right? I mean, I quit my job and moved to Darkfall to be with you.”

  Garret tucked Bo’s head against his shoulder. “I know, pup. I love you, too. If you didn’t know that, then you’re an idiot.

  “Oh I know. I just want to hear you say them.”

  Garret snarled just as the doorbell sounded. Bo leapt to his feet, grinning. “That must be the pizza. See? Like I said, it’s exactly half an hour.”

  “You bribed them,” Garret said. Bo sensed amusement underneath Garret’s flat voice, because he knew Garret well enough by now.

  “Yeah I did. I wanted some of you.” Bo yanked up his jeans, and paused at Garret’s next words.

  “And you’ll always have me,” Garret said softly.

  “Until death do us part, right?” Bo asked, beaming.

  “Neither of us will be dying anytime soon.”

  “Damn right, baby.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Felicia Fern works as a graphic designer during the day, and loves penning erotic romance at night. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction.

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