Reno grabbed Baker’s legs, pushing them back as he rocked his body, his eyes going to where they were joined together, watching in amazement as Baker’s body sucked him in. “You feel so good.” Reno’s fingers gripped Baker’s legs tighter as he forced himself not to hurry, not to rush their first time.
Baker slipped one hand around Reno’s neck, the other still on his shoulder as he pulled Reno down for a kiss. Reno ravaged his mate’s mouth with the passion that was coursing through him.
Soon, his thrusts increased, met in kind by Baker. His mate spread his legs wider, inviting Reno to go faster. And he did. Reno was soon alternating between quick thrusts and slow, rhythmic moves. He was touching Baker anywhere his hands skimmed, pinching and teasing his mate’s nipples as he plunged his cock, and tongue, deeper.
Reno damn near lost it when Baker tightened his inner muscles around his cock. The vise-grip sensation made Reno pause as he shuddered.
“You like that?” Baker did it again, and then again. “You do, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Reno answered and then swatted his hand on Baker’s ass. “And I know you like that.”
Baker’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, a small whimper escaping. Reno was utterly fascinated with the man. Baker was so responsive, letting Reno know with the noises—and expressions—that he loved everything Reno was doing to him. Grabbing Baker’s legs, Reno wrapped them around his waist as he moved his lips from Baker’s mouth to his neck, licking at the skin where he was going to sink his canines. His mate’s moans were growing louder, signaling his approaching release.
Reno gave one hard thrust, at the same time his teeth cut into Baker’s flesh. They sank deep as Reno grabbed Baker’s cock, feeling the erection pulsing in his hand as Baker cried out.
Reno’s eyes widened when he felt his body shatter like a thousand tiny shards of glass were raining down on him. And in that space inside of him, he felt Baker, really felt him, like deep within him. His mate’s presence danced around Reno, teasing him, laughing before racing toward Reno so their lives could meld together and become one.
Reno grunted as he moved faster, deeper, and harder in his mate’s body, prolonging Baker’s pleasure as he fought to find his own climax. Baker was writhing under him, clutching at Reno, pulling at his body. Reno released Baker’s cock, pounding into soft flesh, growling into Baker’s shoulder as his seed filled his mate’s ass.
Baker was his.
The mating dance was complete.
Chapter Eight
Baker smiled, feeling Reno watching him. The man was damned and determined to get this stalking thing right. He was nothing if not persistent. Baker didn’t think anything wrong with him, but arguing that point to Reno was like talking to a brick wall.
Letting his fingers touch the spines of the books, Baker walked down the aisle of the bookstore at a leisurely pace. At first, Baker had thought the man crazy for stalking him. Who in their right mind made that conscious decision?
But the more he got to know Reno, the more Baker saw a lost little boy inside the man. His mate was following the rules set down by generations in his pack that dictated what was supposed to happen in a mating dance. The dance was complete, but his mate was on some crazy kick about what should have happened. Baker thought Reno just enjoyed the damn game of stalking.
He also thought Reno’s belief that something was wrong with his coyote was ludicrous. No one could predict how someone fell in love. There were no set rules or guidelines, no boundaries, and no two couples were alike. His pack needed to teach their damn kids that lesson. Love did what it wanted to do and damn anyone else who tried to predict how it should act.
Grabbing a slim book from the shelf, Baker read the back cover, but his thoughts weren’t fully into what he was reading. It was split between the contents of the book and Reno. Okay, more of his mind was on Reno than what he held in his hand.
Placing the book back on the shelf, Baker strode toward the front of the store, waved bye to the man behind the counter, and pushed open the door to walk outside. Gazing up toward the sky, he could see the fading sun and the onset of dusk. It was a beautiful night, magical, and Baker felt that magic wrap around him like a wondrous blanket.
He wanted to play Reno’s game.
It was a night that seemed to be filled with romance. Did he just think that? God, falling in love turned him into a poetic idiot. Baker shook his head at his random thoughts and strolled slowly down the street. Reno was still following. He could feel it in his very bones. The man was right when he said they had a bond. Baker couldn’t explain it, but he could feel the energy coming from his mate.
Reno wasn’t too far behind him.
Continuing to stroll slowly, he spotted a gazebo with a small patch of woods behind it.
Perfect.
Baker walked into the diner, deciding he needed something to drink as he stargazed. That and he was prolonging their game. He glanced over his shoulder, staring out of the big glass window, but he didn’t see anyone on the street.
But he knew Reno was there.
The knowledge made him feel flushed with a warmth that radiated throughout his body. He wanted to dance in place, whoop, and tell everyone in the diner he had one of the hottest mates on the planet.
But he curbed the urge, walking to the counter instead. No, he practically bounced over to it. The smells in the diner were alluring to his empty stomach.
