“Can fairy fruit turn me gay?” Bruce asked, his words heavy with confusion.
“You think I know?”
“He said it would give me what my brother had.”
Laddin shrugged. “Josh is definitely gay. But I’d bet you already had thoughts every now and then. Lots of people are bi-curious.”
Bruce’s eyes widened, but he didn’t speak. And for a werewolf, he looked a lot like a deer in headlights.
Laddin sighed. He was too tired to deal with sibling crap or fairy-fruit crap or even sexual-identity crap. He was hard as a rock now, and horny as hell. Bruce was a good kisser and had a physique that rang Laddin’s bell big-time. But he didn’t need any extra complications in an already complicated life.
He was about to say something about going to sleep, but then Bruce abruptly kissed him again. The move was quick and almost brutal, but Laddin didn’t mind. Especially since their mouths devoured each other in aggressive thrusts. It was as if Bruce was angry he wanted to kiss Laddin, and yet he couldn’t stop himself.
And that, naturally, turned Laddin on even more. There was nothing like being wanted with a hunger that defied reason. Need pulsed through his blood, and he clutched Bruce’s shoulder in a tight fist.
And then Bruce drew back. His breathing was rapid, his eyes dazed, and he licked his lips like he wanted to go back.
Laddin flashed him a teasing grin. “Thought you weren’t into men.”
“I wasn’t. Except apparently, right now, I am.” He cocked a brow at Laddin. “You got a problem with that?”
“Hell no.” Lust was pounding hard in his blood, and he wanted to pin Bruce down and thrust into those tight asscheeks. But sex was never simple unless the rules were stated clearly. “You ever been with a man before?”
Bruce shook his head.
“Then I’m in charge, got it?”
Bruce’s nostrils flared at that. He was a dominant male, and he obviously didn’t like ceding control. Laddin could respect that, but this was about safety.
“You tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. But when someone says stop, we stop. Got it?”
“I won’t want to stop.”
“Too fucking bad. You have to control yourself. You’re a lot stronger than you used to be and your needs are—”
“That’s not what I meant,” Bruce interrupted. “I mean… I want this. I want to fuck you, and I’m not going to change my mind.”
Oh. Suddenly all those lascivious fantasies he’d had outside rolled back through his mind. He couldn’t believe that he’d get to act out one of them. Only one. But then, Laddin was too hot to be picky.
“Okay, then. I’m going to take you on a ride like you’ve never had before.” He reached out and gripped Bruce’s erection. Damn, the man was huge, just the way he liked them. And his hips bucked with power as Laddin grabbed hold. But he didn’t stroke him. He simply squeezed and held still.
“One more thing.”
Bruce looked up. “Yeah?”
“I’m doing this ’cause I’m lonely. It’s been a long time for me, and you look good naked.”
Bruce grinned. “I can accept that.”
“So why are you doing it?”
Bruce’s eyes widened, and Laddin could see he’d hit the bull’s-eye. Bruce was a guy who relied on his instincts. He was practical by nature and decisive in a crisis. And he probably didn’t spend a lot of time figuring out why he did the things he did.
“Maybe I’m lonely too,” Bruce said, his voice rough with challenge.
“When were you with your last girl?”
Bruce swallowed. “A couple weeks ago.”
“So it’s not a loneliness problem. You probably get laid whenever you want. Firefighter groupies, if I had to guess.”
Bruce nodded.
“So what’s riding you now?”
Panic filtered across Bruce’s expression. He didn’t want to look into his motives, and he sure as hell didn’t want to think he was suddenly gay or bi or whatever. He was going with the flow, and Laddin had to decide if that was what he wanted. A quick fuck with a hot guy who needed the distraction. Was that enough for him?
Tonight? Yes. On a night when he was likely to have cheese nightmares, a hot fuck was the perfect distraction.
“I don’t need an answer,” he said as he began stroking his fist up and down Bruce’s shaft. Bruce’s breath caught and his eyes shuttered to half-mast. “But you’ll need to figure it out for yourself tomorrow.”
“It’s just a fast fuck,” Bruce whispered.
“Nothing’s going to be fast, boy,” he said, making his voice rough as he challenged the alpha guy. After all, Bruce was the young one here, in terms of being a werewolf and of gay sex.
Sure enough, Bruce stiffened at the term. And his expression sharpened in response. “You promised me a ride, boy.” He shoved his hips upward as he punctuated the sentence. “That’s what I want. And that’s what you’re going to give me.”
Laddin grinned. The mood was established, the terms clear. A hard fuck with no consequences. He could work with that. Hell, he was going to love that. But Bruce was going to get a whole lot more than he bargained for.
“Then let’s get started.”
Chapter 12
LADDIN SPEAKS HIS MIND AND BRUCE LOSES HIS
BRUCE HAD no idea how he managed to turn back to human. One second he was trying to comfort Laddin with a doggie nuzzle. The next second he was kissing the guy. But never in his life had he been more grateful to be a man.
Laddin pushed him backward and began devouring his mouth. The kiss was simple, thorough, and wholly exciting. And though Bruce pushed back—he thrust into Laddin’s mouth and ground against him—it was Laddin who was in control and Bruce who opened. And that threw Bruce so badly, he had no choice but to give way completely.
Before,
