“That’s the one thing I’m not worried about.” He slapped Corey’s hands away from his dick.
“Just trying to speed things along.”
“You’ll learn I do things at my own pace.”
Corey waggled his eyebrows. “As long as something happens today, before we turn old and gray.”
R.J. scanned Corey’s body, a slow visual sweep, and a shiver of awareness pelted Corey. From his face to his groin, R.J.’s gaze stroked him. Corey’s cock stirred with renewed interest. A quick rebound.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Me?” An unexpected compliment, and not one he’d anticipated from R.J. “I drive my father crazy with my makeup and nail polish. I embarrass him. He cringes every time he sees me.”
“I don’t want to talk about your father.”
“Neither do I.” Corey gave R.J.’s cock a furtive stroke. “Isn’t the lube drying out on your hand yet?”
“Stop copping a feel.” R.J. slapped Corey’s hand and slid his fingers across Corey’s thigh. He stole a quick breath, anxiously waiting for R.J. to give him more. The first brush of R.J’s fingers across his pucker pulled a gasp from him, despite the sun-warmed lube. The push into his hole brought a soft curse. Yeah, R.J.’s touch was way better than anything he’d dreamed of, and this was only the beginning.
“Okay?”
“More than okay.” He thought R.J. might go slow and tease him again. Didn’t happen. To his relief, R.J. slid his finger deep, slicking his channel with the competent stroke. Oh man. Corey lifted his hips into the smooth glide of fingers, encouraging more of the same. Felt damn good. The addition of another finger filled him, stretched him. R.J. spread his fingers in a scissor motion to widen him even more. Probing fingers caressed and stroked, and when they hit his gland for the first time, Corey jerked at the jolt of electricity surging through his body. His balls pulled tight, drawing up again in preparation. At this rate it wouldn’t take long for him to spill his load again.
“More,” Corey gasped. “Fuck, give me more. Please. I need you now.”
When R.J. removed his fingers, his empty channel pulsed. Corey inhaled sharply, battling for control. Nerves simmered in the pit of his stomach, which told him more than anything how much he’d come to care for R.J. This was more than a mere vacation fling for him. A confession wouldn’t pass his lips because the last thing he wanted was for R.J. to stop this delicious torture.
The bottle of lube burped when R.J. squeezed more on to his hand. He slicked up his cock with economical strokes, his lazy pleasure ratcheting up the lust in Corey. He couldn’t wait to see R.J. at the moment of climax.
R.J. sought his gaze. “You ready?”
“Yes, damn it.” Tension worked down his body and converged in his balls. He was past ready and so grateful they didn’t need to use condoms. Human lovers expected condoms so he used them to avoid questions. He and R.J. didn’t even discuss the matter because werewolves didn’t succumb to the same human diseases.
R.J. shifted his weight and pushed inside Corey. When the head of his cock rested just inside, he paused. “I think I’m gonna like this.”
Corey squirmed, desperate for deeper penetration. “I never pegged you for such a damn tease.”
A surprised expression slid across R.J.’s face. “I…hell.” He buttoned his lips and thrust hard.
The intrusion burned. Corey bit his lip, enjoying every twinge as his channel expanded to fit R.J. Corey couldn’t decide whether to close his eyes and concentrate on the sensations or to leave them open and watch R.J. Either way he couldn’t lose.
“God, you feel good. Tight. Fuckin’ perfect.” R.J. pulled back and invaded again.
Mesmerized by the sight of his lover, he gawped at R.J. His gray eyes were squeezed tight, his face a contorted mask of pleasure.
“Kiss me,” Corey pleaded, suddenly needing R.J.’s hard emotion focused solely on him. A rich rush of desire made his pulse skitter, pushing him quickly to a place of raw need. His hips canted upward, forcing R.J. to plunge deeper. “Faster. R.J., please go faster.”
“My pace.” R.J.’s eyes snapped open, and Corey witnessed the wildness in them, the flicker of wolf. R.J.’s fingers dug brutally into his hips. He’d have bruises come tomorrow. Corey didn’t care.
“More,” he whispered.
R.J. withdrew, slid back inside until he was balls deep. He paused to lay a bruising kiss on him. Their lips clashed, Corey’s hands clutched R.J’s shoulders, clinging to him like a tree to the earth. Pulling back a fraction, R.J. thrust in earnest. Hard and aggressive strokes that made Corey’s eyes roll back. He snatched a breath. Their mouths fused, and he moaned into R.J. when a wild stroke slid over his prostate. Oh man. Fuck, that was good. Corey drifted, lost in the sensations, the heat, the pleasure.
R.J. sank into the hilt, groaned and gave in to the hunger evident on his face, orgasm twisting his features while his cock pulsated. A flood of wetness filled Corey. Corey reached between them to get himself off again, but R.J. slapped his hand away. With the perfect amount of pressure, he gripped Corey’s cock and squeezed. Corey’s belly muscles tensed, his balls swelled and he came.
Fuck. The pleasure swept him again like a wild storm. When he returned to himself, he slumped, relaxed and replete.
R.J. touched him and he acted like a wimpy marshmallow. Yep, when it came to this man, he was plain easy pickings.
“You okay?”
“Hell yeah.” Corey brushed aside the twinges of discomfort in his body. “I’m more than okay. When can we do that again?”
A slow, sexy smile lit R.J.’s face as he pulled free. “That good, huh?”
“Yes.” For once Corey kept his cockiness at bay. He hoped R.J. realized how sincere he was with his words. This situation between them was no longer a challenge or a game for him. The days would pass rapidly, and there’d be times when he and R.J. couldn’t find privacy. He let out a sigh. Now that he’d been with R.J., he didn’t want to think about the end.
“It felt good on my end too. Better than good.” R.J. stood. “Fancy a run before we return to camp?”
“Hell yeah.” Corey leaped to his feet and started his shift before R.J. changed his mind. He’d come a long way when it came to embracing his wolf, never hesitating. This struck him as kind of ironic. R.J. had to hunt most of them down whenever it was time to change back to human form. Maria and Beth whined about ruined fingernails, but not him. Well, only that one time. Some of them couldn’t wait to get back to the city and their luxurious amenities. He’d give his left nut to spend more time in Yellowstone, especially with R.J. in the equation.
A few days later R.J. strode into the dining room for breakfast. His gaze zoomed straight to Corey, and he couldn’t hold back his grin when he received a cheeky wink in return. Unable to help himself, he joined Corey and Teague. “Are these seats free?”
“Take a pew.” Teague jerked his head at one of the two spare chairs.
“Coffee?” Corey asked.
A warm sensation flared to life in R.J.’s chest. “You don’t have to wait on me.”
Corey leaned closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m trying to get the inside scoop on our activities today. I thought a cup of coffee might work.”
“Good idea.” Teague eyed the blackboard menu. “I’ll put in our orders. Pancakes all round?”
“Works for me,” Corey said.
“Thank you,” R.J. said. “Pancakes sound great.” He waited until Teague wandered out of hearing. “Are you okay?”
“Couldn’t be better. I have a very sexy lover and the afternoon off. Could we do something? Together?”
“I’m sorry. It’s my turn to be on call.” Regret chased through R.J because he’d like to have more one-on-one time with Corey. “I thought if you and the rest of the kids were interested, I could take the bus down to Old Faithful. We can return to camp via Yellowstone Lake.”
Although disappointment flickered across Corey’s face initially, h
is eyes lit up at the idea of some sightseeing. “I’d love to take more photos.”
A slow smile bloomed in R.J. He’d suggested the afternoon trip to Hal already, hoping the kids would enjoy the outing. Actually, Corey had given him the idea and now, seeing Corey’s pleasure warmed him through.
“Teague, R.J. is taking the bus out this afternoon to Old Faithful. We’ll get to do some sightseeing,” Corey said when his friend returned.
“Awesome,” Teague exclaimed. “I want to get a disposable camera. They’ve run out at the shop here. What are we doing this morning after breakfast?”
“More tracking exercises. We’re having a contest against Hal’s students.”
“Is there a prize?” Corey asked, a gleam of challenge in his eyes.
Understanding came to R.J. immediately. Corey would like to score more private time with R.J. along with a beer. “I might buy ice creams for everyone at Yellowstone Lake.”
“Make that chocolate and it’s a deal,” Corey said. “For chocolate I’d do my very best tracking.”
Later that afternoon, R.J. parked the bus outside the Old Faithful service center. “We’ll spend an hour and a half here. Everyone meet back at the bus at two-thirty, and we’ll head off to Yellowstone Lake.”
“Will we see Old Faithful?” Beth asked.
“We have fifteen minutes before the geyser erupts. I know some of you want to purchase cameras. I’ll show you where the store is, and I’d suggest the rest of you find a vantage point and save a place for us all to watch the eruption. Any questions? No? Okay, let’s go.”
The kids dispersed rapidly, leaving R.J. alone with Corey. R.J. allowed himself the luxury of touching Corey’s biceps. “Go and save me a good spot, okay?”
Corey flashed him a quick smile and sprinted away, leaving R.J. to lock up the bus and hurry to the store. In the store R.J. helped the kids find what they needed and sent them on their way before making his own purchases. He left the store with his own disposable camera, so he could take some photos of Corey and the rest of the kids, and half a dozen chocolate bars.
Aware of passing time, R.J. hastened his pace and arrived at the geyser as water and steam burst from the vent. Sulfur filled every breath, and he started to breathe through his mouth in an attempt to stave off a sneeze.
“Man, this is cool,” Corey said, his finger pressing feverishly on the shutter button of his camera.
“How high does it go?” Maria asked, bouncing up and down in excitement.
“Up to 180 feet,” R.J. said.
“The brochure says it keeps going for five minutes,” Teague said.
“I can’t wait to paint it,” Corey said.
R.J. took one look at Corey’s shining eyes and thrilled at the shared experience. He rested his hand on Corey’s shoulder and squeezed gently. It didn’t matter that they weren’t alone or they weren’t having sex. He wouldn’t have changed this moment for anything.
“Today we’re going to practice tracking,” R.J. said.
“More tracking?” Beth squawked. “You’ve had us practicing for the last three weeks.”
Teague nodded. “Yeah, that’s all we’ve done since our trip to Old Faithful. When will we do something new?”
“Tracking and using sense of smell play a big part in the lives of wolves. We use smell to find food, to sense danger and to recognize family,” R.J. countered.
“I like tracking,” Corey said.
“Suck up,” Teague said.
“And you’re good at it.” Beth wrinkled her nose when everyone sniggered. “The tracking, I mean. That’s why you like it.”
“If everyone is done with breakfast, we’ll head out,” R.J. said. “Don’t forget water and your lunches.
An hour later, R.J. parked the bus at the trailhead. Hal set off with his students, and R.J. collected his group together. “We’re going to do our tracking in the valley that lies to the west of here. We’ll walk along the rim to the far end of the valley and start our tracking exercises—with Hal’s group today. Follow the path just ahead.” He lifted his hand to forestall questions. “Hal and I will fill you in on the details before you shift. Off you go.”
R.J took the rear, and Corey dropped back to walk at his side.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had a chance to meet in private,” R.J. said in an undertone. “I don’t want you to think—”
“I know you’re busy and have responsibilities,” Corey said quietly.
“I enjoy spending time with you, even with the group.” R.J. swallowed, hardly believing the words he’d uttered—even if they were completely true. “I’ve never said that to anyone before.”
Corey slung a companionable arm around his shoulders and grinned. “I’m glad you picked me. Are you going to give me some hints about our tracking exercise?”
“Nope,” R.J. said cheerfully.
An hour later they reached a vantage point. With views over the valley below, the spot was ideal because the surrounding trees and undergrowth provided privacy. On the valley floor below, a herd of bison grazed. Perfect for their exercise.
“Gather round,” Hal said. “The twelve of you will work together today. I want you to decide on one animal, cut it from the herd and harry them as if you’re intending to snack on them for dinner.”
R.J. scanned the eager faces in front of them. “You’ll need to sneak up on the herd and get as close as you can without detection. Choose your animal and take turns at forcing them to run.”
“That sounds like hard work,” Maria said, her tone close to complaining.
Hal shared a rueful glance with R.J. “Most wolf hunts end in failure,” he said. “And the pack goes hungry. Use this as a learning exercise to apply the skills we’ve taught you.”
“Listen to Hal,” R.J. said. “This is an opportunity to practice for the hunt at the end of the course. Remember to choose an animal that appears weaker in some way. Maybe they’re younger and vulnerable, less experienced or perhaps injured. That will make your job easier.”
“You’ll find this painless if you work as a team. Keep your competitiveness out of this exercise and it will go well,” Hal said. “R.J. and I will observe from up here. Send up a distress howl if you need us.”
An acute sense of anticipation filled the air as the kids stripped and shifted. Corey trotted over to him in wolf form and nuzzled his legs. Grinning, R.J. stooped to scratch the scruff of his neck. “Have fun.”
With a low yip, Corey trotted off to catch up with the others.
“Corey is a natural leader,” Hal said. “He’s surprised me. I appreciate the way you’ve taken an interest in his training. He’s blooming with your attention.”
“I’ve been impressed with Teague too,” R.J. said gruffly. “The rest of my group tends to look to them for leadership. Do you want a drink?”
“Sure, it’s going to take a while for them to get down into the valley basin.”
They spent the passing minutes in companionable chat.
“I see them,” Hal said.
“That’s not good,” R.J. said, craning his neck for a better view. Each bison had lifted its head, no longer focused on grazing. “The herd has noticed them too.”
“Hell, I don’t believe it. One of the kids is after that calf. They should know better than that. The mother won’t like them getting close.”
R.J. shook his head, not taking his gaze off the kids and bison below. “Sometimes all the telling in the world won’t make a difference. They need to learn from experience. You taught me that.”
“Look there’s the mother.”
“And she’s about to charge.”
“This is the stage where I always wonder if I should be down with them,” Hal said, frowning. “Damn it, back up. Give the mother some space.”
R.J. didn’t take his attention off the unfolding drama. “You say that every course. We have to let go some time.”
“Who is that?” Hal asked.
R.J. narrowed his eyes. “Damn, it lo
oks like one of my girls. Maria or Beth. They should know better.”
As they watched, another wolf distracted the mother, leaping at her nose. Corey. The mother whirled and lashed out with a hind foot. The bison cow lowered her head and charged. Corey dodged. The cow whipped around and charged again with barely a pause. This time she caught him a glancing blow. Corey lay on the ground, stunned.
R.J. cursed, fear making him clumsy as he ripped off his boots.
“It’s all right,” Hal said. “He’s moving. The other kids have things covered.”
R.J. let his knees complete their buckle and dropped his butt to the ground. His heart pumped rapidly, taking time to slow to its normal rate. “Some of my teaching must’ve stuck.” Damn, he couldn’t seem to stop shaking.
“You like the kid,” Hal said.
R.J. focused on Corey, his wolf twisting, shoving against his control. “Yeah. Now that he’s dropped his smart-ass attitude he’s intelligent and fun to spend time with. I like him a lot. Do you want me to go down and check on him?”
“They haven’t signaled us. Besides, he doesn’t appear badly injured.”
“Thank God.” R.J. watched the young weres regroup and start again with Corey directing the show. “We owe him a couple of chocolate bars.”
“At the very least,” Hal agreed. He took his gaze off the kids to turn to R.J. “You make a fine teacher. I’m proud of you, R.J.”
A lump formed in R.J.’s throat, the praise rare. Treasured. He swallowed once, and again, to shift the emotion in him. “Thanks. It’s easy with students like Corey.”
The months passed rapidly, the summer days filled with lectures, running and hunting in wolf form, working on his art and spending stolen moments with R.J. A shudder of pure desire worked through him when he recalled the fiery lovin’ the previous night.
Corey picked up a stack of dirty plates from breakfast, pleased with the mindless task because the chore allowed him to wallow in his memories. He stacked them into the dishwasher and recalled the clandestine meeting.
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