Johnny's North Star

by Lynn Hagen

  “That feels so good,” Brady moaned.

  His eyes fluttered open when Harmon placed a hand under Brady’s chin to turn his head. Harmon’s face was close enough that Brady smelled the coffee and bacon on his breath. His lips parted seconds before Harmon kissed him, sending Brady’s heart into overdrive.

  Then he had a moment of clarity and pulled away. “But you’re straight.”

  Harmon shook his head. “Bi.”

  “Oh.” Brady’s brows shot up. “In that case.” He slid onto Harmon’s lap and curled his arms around the guy’s neck.

  “Slow your horses.” Harmon pulled his head back when Brady tried to kiss him again. “There’re things we need to talk about.”

  “Please don’t tell me we’re stopping because of my father,” Brady moaned. “I know you two are friends, but—”

  “This isn’t about him.” Harmon lifted Brady off his lap and set him aside. Brady would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, but he was also curious, too.

  “Then what do we need to talk about?” It was clear the head on Brady’s shoulders wasn’t doing the thinking. It was the little head that was leading the way.

  “There’re things about me you need to know.” Harmon stood and pressed his hands into his hips. He looked so much taller when he towered over Brady like that.

  “What kind of things?” Brady wasn’t sure what to think since he didn’t know a thing about Harmon. He braced himself for whatever Harmon was about to reveal to him.

  “I don’t know how to put this, so I’m just gonna come right out and say it. I’m a bear shifter, and you’re my mate.”

  Brady cocked his head to the side as he studied Harmon, trying to imagine him shifting into a bear. It wasn’t a stretch of the imagination considering Harmon’s size.

  “Aren’t you gonna say anything?” Harmon asked. “Call me a liar or a lunatic?”

  “No.” Brady shook his head. “My best friend is a gazelle shifter, so I know your world exists. But I don’t really know what you mean about me being your mate.”

  Harmon grinned. “Fate handpicked you for me. Don’t you feel the connection between us? You’re it for me, and I’m it for you.”

  Brady jumped up and backed away. Funny how he could accept that Harmon wasn’t human, but when he talked about an eternal commitment, that was where Brady drew the line. He was willing to go toe to toe with his dad about living his own life, but this…fuck.

  “I’m gonna get us some coffee while what I just told you sinks in. I really want to talk about it if you’re that freaked out. Just promise me you won’t leave.”

  Like Brady could go anywhere. Harmon had taken his clothes hostage, and his Prius was still parked at the bar. There was a snowstorm outside, too. Brady was surprised he’d been able to drive to the bar and that Harmon had navigated his way home last night.

  Brady went to the window and parted the curtains. The snow was still coming down pretty heavy. Even if he wanted to leave, there was no way Harmon could drive in this condition.

  Mate. Brady rubbed his hands up and down his arms as he thought about all his past boyfriends. Joshua had only been one rotten guy in a long line of rotten men. When it came to dating, Brady’s luck was truly sour. But Harmon didn’t seem the type to cheat. Or at least Brady hoped not. Wait. What was he thinking? He wasn’t sticking around long enough to find out.

  Those thoughts fled when Brady turned and found Harmon standing there with two cups of coffee…and the guy was completely naked. Brady’s underwear immediately tented as his gaze roamed over miles and miles of tanned muscle. When his attention stopped at Harmon’s cock, Brady watched as the beast awakened. It thickened right there in front of him.

  “Oh lord,” Brady whispered.

  “Did you want some cream in your coffee?” Harmon moved forward and set the mugs on the coffee table. “I couldn’t remember how you took it.”

  “I just had some coffee a half-hour ago,” Brady said to Harmon’s dick. “You shouldn’t have forgotten that fast.”

  As Harmon walked, his cock bobbed. Brady whimpered. He wanted to watch Harmon walk around the entire house just so he could see his shaft move.

  “So, do we need to talk?” Harmon stopped a foot in front of him. “Are you freaked out by it?”

  Brady managed to tear his gaze away from the impressive python. He looked up at Harmon, his breathing shallow, his heart thumping wildly. “What? I’m-I’m not freaked out by your size.”

  A deep rumble of laughter vibrated in Harmon’s chest. “I wasn’t talking about my dick. I was talking about us being mates. Is that fact freaking you out or making you want to run?”

  Brady gaze lowered once more. He couldn’t stop staring at Harmon’s cock. “I…we…”

  “Hang on.”

  Brady bit his lower lip when Harmon turned and walked away. God, his ass was just as impressive. Tight, nicely rounded, and Brady wanted to bite him. He wanted to sink his teeth into those golden globes.

  Harmon returned with a bottle of lube in one hand. He didn’t say a word. The guy just stared at Brady with smoldering, heavy-lidded eyes. He spun Brady around to stare out the window at the white, wintery mess that was falling even heavier. Harmon worked Brady’s underwear down his legs and tossed the material aside.

  “Grab some window,” Harmon said.

  Brady did, and the next thing he knew, Harmon parted his cheeks and dove in, eating Brady’s ass as though it were a holiday feast. Brady yelped and groaned, rising onto the balls of his feet as he sucked in a deep breath and whimpered.

  Thank fuck no one was out in this storm or they would’ve gotten quite the show. Brady parted his legs, sliding them farther apart as Harmon’s tongue swirled and dove into Brady’s asshole.

  “Oh fuuuuck.” Brady’s eyes fluttered closed as his fingers curled around the window frame. He was breathing so hard that the glass in front of him fogged. When Harmon shoved one beefy finger past the ring of muscles, Brady nearly lost it.

  He was making all sorts of strange noises as Harmon dined on him. Sadly, in the eight years that Brady had been sexually active, no one had rimmed him. Ever. This was a new experience, which he was becoming quickly addicted to. How could he have lived so long without having this kind of pleasure in his life?

  Harmon added another finger, making Brady’s hole burn as the guy stretched him, preparing Brady for the python invasion. His limbs shook as he pressed backward, needing…something more.

  “God I missed doing this,” Harmon murmured behind him. “Missed the smell of a guy right in my face.”

  Brady couldn’t imagine suppressing his needs for ten long years. He was sure Harmon had loved his wife, and probably still did, but to deny the other half of his desires had to have been torturous.

  “I’m close,” Brady breathed out as Harmon’s tongue slid over his balls. The pressure was building in his nuts, like electrical fingers creeping up his spine.

  “Then let’s get you there.” Harmon dove back in, licking around his fingers while he used his other hand to jerk Brady’s cock. Moments later Brady was shouting, his body jerking as cum shot out, hitting the wall and part of the window.

  He slumped and would’ve had fallen had Harmon not caught him. The guy was sitting on his legs and placed Brady on his lap—back to chest. Brady’s hands had braced the wall under the window. Harmon lifted him, and Brady felt the blunt head pressed against his well-used hole.

  “Are you ready to be claimed?” Harmon’s lips were against the shell of Brady’s ear. His warm breath skittered across Brady’s sensitive skin. Brady shivered and nodded, unable to form words.

  Harmon curled his fingers around Brady’s hips and slowly impaled him. Brady’s ass stretched wide with the large invasion. He whimpered, locking his knees against Harmon’s. He’d never had sex in this position before. It opened Brady up wider, enabling Harmon to go deeper.

  “Oh…Oh…Oh…” Brady hissed and then wiggled as his body adjusted. “Keep going s
low. I need slow right now.” He felt as if he were being split in two, felt every inch of Harmon’s cock entering him.

  Harmon bottomed out and stopped moving. Brady heard how hard the guy was breathing, felt his chest expand and contract against his back. Harmon’s fingers tightened around Brady’s waist. He also felt Harmon’s heart pounding.

  “Tell me when I can move.”

  “Can we…” Brady licked his lips. “Can we change position? My legs are cramping.”

  Not really. Brady was very flexible, but he wanted to feel Harmon blanketing his body. He wanted to be pinned under the guy, at Harmon’s mercy. Brady needed to feel Harmon’s muscles crushing him. Not to the point of pain, but Brady wanted to be trapped.

  It was a longtime fantasy. Sue him.

  Harmon kissed Brady’s nape. It was a feather-light kiss that sent chills of pleasure through Brady’s body. With his other boyfriends, sex had been good, but with Harmon? It was a whole other level that Brady had no idea existed.

  Without sliding his dick free, Harmon turned them and placed Brady on his hands and knees. Brady gasped and groaned when Harmon pressed his chest into his back. It was as if the guy could read his mind. Harmon curled his fingers around Brady’s wrists, keeping him restrained.

  Neck ties or silk scarves would’ve been better, but Brady wasn’t about to complain. Not when he felt Harmon’s weight pressing into him.

  Harmon pulled backward, leaving just the head in Brady’s ass, and then he plunged forward, slamming his beast into Brady, making him cry out.

  “You’re a naughty boy who likes being punished with a dick, aren’t you?” Harmon punched his hips forward, his cock grazing Brady’s prostate.

  “Yes!” Brady hissed. “Punish me!”

  Harmon nipped his shoulder. The bite stung as Brady writhed beneath him. “I’ll give you whatever you need, baby.”

  “Need to come again,” Brady panted. “Make me come, Harmon.”

  Before Brady knew what was happening, Harmon sank sharp teeth into his shoulder. Brady bucked and jerked, and then something inside him felt as though it had snapped into place, like a tight rubber band being plucked. It felt as if his very soul had merged with Harmon’s.

  Brady threw his head back and shouted, his second orgasm stronger than his first.

  Harmon slid his teeth free and licked the wound. Then he reared back and pounded so hard into Brady that Brady felt as though his brain was being rattled.

  Harmon buried his dick deep in Brady’s ass and shouted, his cock pulsing hard as he filled Brady with his release. As the two of them pulled in ragged breaths, Brady’s phone began to ring.

  It was his dad’s ringtone. Talk about shitty timing. Brady ignored the call as Harmon eased out of him, dropped onto the floor, and pulled Brady into his arms. It was cuddle time. His dad could wait.

  Chapter Seven

  Johnny opened his eyes the following morning, ready to race to North’s room to check on her. He didn’t like the fact that Hawk had made her sleep away from them once again. What if she’d gotten scared or had walked out of the house? The Den was ginormous, and she could’ve easily gotten lost if she’d decided to explore.

  Hawk grabbed Johnny around the waist when he tried to get out of bed. “Not so fast.”

  “But I have to check on North.”

  “She’s fine. I’m pretty sure she’s already out of bed and playing with some of the mates.”

  That didn’t reassure Johnny. He wanted to be the one who made her smile. North was his, but although Johnny didn’t mind sharing with others, not this time.

  He was also afraid her parents would be found and she’d be taken away from him at any minute. He knew he wasn’t supposed to get attached to her, but he saw so much of himself in North. All Johnny wanted to do was protect her.

  But his train of thought switched tracks when Hawk slid his hand down Johnny’s bare back and cupped his ass. His eyes fluttered closed when Hawk kissed his shoulder. Johnny turned, sliding his arms around his mate’s neck. “Are we about to have sex?”

  Hawk chuckled. “What gave it away?”

  Johnny pointed to Hawk’s hard cock. “Your monster told me.”

  One of Hawk’s brows arched. “My monster?”

  Johnny giggled. “I can call your penis whatever I want.”

  “You got that right,” Hawk growled.

  Johnny loved when his mate growled. It was such a sexy sound and sent ripples of pleasure all over his body. Even now goose bumps ran up and down his arms.

  “Okay, but we have to be quick. I have to go check on—”

  Hawk silenced him with a toe-curling kiss that made Johnny’s cock hard. He moaned against Hawk’s lips as he slid his leg over his mate’s waist and straddled him. There was no way he could ever deny his warrior. Hawk had saved Johnny from an abusive life, had given him a loving home, and loved Johnny so much that Johnny’s past was a distant memory that he could barely recall anymore.

  “I love you, pretty baby,” Hawk said when he broke the kiss. He tucked strands of Johnny’s curly hair behind his ear and looked at Johnny with love shining in his green eyes.

  “I love you, too.” Johnny grinned. “Am I about to ride you?”

  “Such a smart man.” Hawk reached to their nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He liked when his mate called him smart, because Johnny knew he wasn’t that intelligent. He wasn’t putting himself down. It was the truth he’d accepted a long time ago, and Hawk loved him regardless.

  He snatched the lube from Hawk and wet his fingers. Johnny knew how much Hawk loved to watch him stretch himself. He climbed off Hawk and turned, his ass right in Hawk’s face.

  On his hands and knees, Johnny slipped two fingers into his hole. Hawk let out a low, guttural moan as he slid his hand over Johnny’s butt cheeks. He kissed each globe as Johnny moved his fingers in and out of his slicked ass. He nearly crashed to the covers when Hawk licked at his balls.

  “Oh, god,” Johnny moaned. “Don’t stop licking me. I like feeling your tongue on my nuts.”

  Hawk loved when Johnny talked dirty.

  His mate nipped one of his cheeks. Johnny hissed. “Wanna feel your fat cock in my ass. Wanna feel you pounding in me.”

  Hawk’s breath hitched.

  Johnny grinned.

  “Keep talking,” Hawk demanded.

  After inserting another finger, Johnny described in detail what he wanted Hawk to do to him. His mate’s green eyes had grown really dark. Johnny knew that meant Hawk was barely hanging onto his control.

  “That’s good enough.” Hawk gently grabbed Johnny’s wrist and pulled his hand away. “Climb aboard, pretty baby.”

  Johnny spun around and crawled back onto Hawk. He pressed his hands into his mate’s chest and jutted his ass in the air. Hawk lined his cock up, and Johnny sank onto it, impaling himself as his eyes fluttered closed.

  “That feels so good.” Johnny began to bounce on Hawk’s cock, riding him fast and hard. His mate grabbed Johnny’s hips to steady him as he thrust upward, taking over.

  And Johnny let him. He mewled his pleasure as Hawk impaled him over and over again, his own cock bouncing between them. God how Johnny loved sex. Hawk had been the only man Johnny had ever been with, the only man he’d ever loved.

  His mate pulled Johnny down and sank his sharp teeth into Johnny’s neck. He loved when Hawk did that. Johnny cried out, ropes of seed splashing between them. His mate snarled before he pulled his teeth free and licked the wound. Hawk thrust hard and deep and then buried himself as he came.

  Johnny collapsed on top of his mate, exhausted, but happy. Until Hawk moved. Johnny wanted to protest, but his mate eased out of him and carried Johnny to the shower.

  When they were done and dressed, Johnny shot from the room in search of North.

  * * * *

  The den was an explosion of noise when Johnny entered. North hadn’t been in her room, and Johnny had had a slight panic attack until he spotted her seated on the
suede sofa, a controller in her small hands.

  Cecil was racing her in some car video game. North looked like she was concentrating really hard. Johnny walked over and dropped down beside her. “I was thinking maybe we could do some artwork.”

  “Just as soon as she’s done kicking my butt,” Cecil said. “I’m getting beat by a five-year-old. I have a reputation to protect.”

  Johnny looked toward the pool table when he heard the pool balls crack. Kota and Loco were playing a game, and Remi was behind the juice bar making himself something to drink.

  Keata and Gabby walked in, trying to pull Johnny away to get into some mischief. Johnny was normally up for shenanigans, but he was currently busy sitting there trying not to be jealous.

  North seemed to be having a good time with everyone but him.

  “Yes!” North jumped up and pumped her arm. “I won!”

  Cecil threw his controller down. “I want a rematch.”

  “You got beat by a toddler,” Remi teased. “Take what’s left of your pride and scurry away.”

  Cecil picked up his controller and threw it at Remi. The guy laughed as he ducked. “Sore loser.”

  Johnny grabbed North’s tiny hand. “Let’s go find something to get into.”

  “Trouble,” Keata said as he hurried behind them when Johnny and North left the room.

  Johnny spun around. “I can’t let North get into trouble. I have to show how responsible I am so Hawk will let me keep her.”

  Keata touched Johnny’s arm. “You know you can’t keep her, right? She’s got parents, and they probably miss her.”

  “So much that they haven’t even called,” Johnny snapped. He curled his lips in. He hadn’t meant to say that in front of her. Johnny hadn’t meant to snap at Keata, either. The guy was one of his best friends, and he would be devastated if Keata never spoke to him again.