“decisive action,” whatever that meant. J.C. had a feeling he didn’t want to find out.
What had changed, though, was him. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every flash of yellow-gold hair, tumbling down a woman’s back, every slip of red material that crossed his path, every pair of sapphire eyes boring into his made his cock jolt to throbbing awareness.
J.C. leaned his elbows on the metal railing overlooking the park. The cool evening air caressed his face with a feather-light touch. It was a busy night. Men walked in holding hands, whispering in each other’s ears, anticipating a night of delightful adult fun. He scanned the crowd, his eyes searching, seeking, desperately yearning for one glimpse of her .
“Don’t tell me you just want to talk again.” Brad’s teasing voice washed over him, reminding J.C. of why he was really here.
He turned and leaned back against the railing, eyeing his lover. They’d been doing this for years, yet until last week, J.C. had continued to look forward to their nights together as though it were the first time. There was something about Brad that drew J.C. to him, and it was more than his solid build, his thick cock, or his perfect, tight ass. The man carried himself with the kind of confident presence that only came from being truly self-assured. J.C. envied him that.
“No, definitely not. I’m here to fuck. Hard. Take my mind off things.”
Brad grinned. He’d been doing entirely too much of that lately. “Things? Or a certain blonde?”
J.C. grabbed Brad’s chin in his fingers, tilting his head until he could smell the strong scent of his lover’s aftershave. Old Spice. His favorite. “You’re the only blond I have a thing for, and you know it.”
“Then why --”
J.C. silenced him with a kiss. He’d meant it to be gentle, but it turned savage, raw, before he even knew what happened. His teeth scraped across Brad’s tongue when the man’s lips parted to allow him entry. He tasted blood.
Thank the Goddess there wasn’t a full moon tonight. He didn’t want a repeat of their last time together.
Brad broke away, an appreciative smirk spreading over his face, making his eyes crinkle. “Now that’s the man I remember.” He glanced over J.C.’s shoulder and his grin deepened further, bringing out his dimples. “If you’re not interested in any other blonde, then I suppose I shouldn’t tell you who just strolled through the front gate.”
J.C.’s heart pounded against his ribs. Blood roared in his head, thrummed in his veins. His cock twitched in protest at being confined.
And he hadn’t even turned around yet.
“This is stupid,” he said, though more for his own benefit than Brad’s. Taking a deep breath, he spun on his heel and let his gaze wander. It didn’t take long to spot her.
Men swarmed around Eve as though she drew them all like a magnet. J.C. rubbed his hand over his jaw. He hadn’t shaved, and the light bristles tickled his palm.
Maybe she did attract them with unnatural force. Maybe she had some sort of magical ability to draw the attention of every man in sight. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
He craved an explanation, something simpler than feelings, emotions, or anything else that would only get him into trouble. He did not want a mate. And a human mate was worse than no mate.
Tonight, Eve wore another short dress, this one a soft powder blue. He didn’t have to see her eyes to know the color would set them off to their full advantage. Her legs peeked from under a ruffled hem and he couldn’t help but stare at the lean lines of her calves, her elegant ankles, her white strappy lace-up sandals.
A growl formed unbidden on his lips. She looked incredible. No, better than incredible. She looked delectable, good enough to eat. He wanted to run his tongue over every inch of her body. The dress pushed up her cleavage and her breasts bounced with every step she took. Last week, he hadn’t been able
What had changed, though, was him. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every flash of yellow-gold hair, tumbling down a woman’s back, every slip of red material that crossed his path, every pair of sapphire eyes boring into his made his cock jolt to throbbing awareness.
J.C. leaned his elbows on the metal railing overlooking the park. The cool evening air caressed his face with a feather-light touch. It was a busy night. Men walked in holding hands, whispering in each other’s ears, anticipating a night of delightful adult fun. He scanned the crowd, his eyes searching, seeking, desperately yearning for one glimpse of her .
“Don’t tell me you just want to talk again.” Brad’s teasing voice washed over him, reminding J.C. of why he was really here.
He turned and leaned back against the railing, eyeing his lover. They’d been doing this for years, yet until last week, J.C. had continued to look forward to their nights together as though it were the first time. There was something about Brad that drew J.C. to him, and it was more than his solid build, his thick cock, or his perfect, tight ass. The man carried himself with the kind of confident presence that only came from being truly self-assured. J.C. envied him that.
“No, definitely not. I’m here to fuck. Hard. Take my mind off things.”
Brad grinned. He’d been doing entirely too much of that lately. “Things? Or a certain blonde?”
J.C. grabbed Brad’s chin in his fingers, tilting his head until he could smell the strong scent of his lover’s aftershave. Old Spice. His favorite. “You’re the only blond I have a thing for, and you know it.”
“Then why --”
J.C. silenced him with a kiss. He’d meant it to be gentle, but it turned savage, raw, before he even knew what happened. His teeth scraped across Brad’s tongue when the man’s lips parted to allow him entry. He tasted blood.
Thank the Goddess there wasn’t a full moon tonight. He didn’t want a repeat of their last time together.
Brad broke away, an appreciative smirk spreading over his face, making his eyes crinkle. “Now that’s the man I remember.” He glanced over J.C.’s shoulder and his grin deepened further, bringing out his dimples. “If you’re not interested in any other blonde, then I suppose I shouldn’t tell you who just strolled through the front gate.”
J.C.’s heart pounded against his ribs. Blood roared in his head, thrummed in his veins. His cock twitched in protest at being confined.
And he hadn’t even turned around yet.
“This is stupid,” he said, though more for his own benefit than Brad’s. Taking a deep breath, he spun on his heel and let his gaze wander. It didn’t take long to spot her.
Men swarmed around Eve as though she drew them all like a magnet. J.C. rubbed his hand over his jaw. He hadn’t shaved, and the light bristles tickled his palm.
Maybe she did attract them with unnatural force. Maybe she had some sort of magical ability to draw the attention of every man in sight. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
He craved an explanation, something simpler than feelings, emotions, or anything else that would only get him into trouble. He did not want a mate. And a human mate was worse than no mate.
Tonight, Eve wore another short dress, this one a soft powder blue. He didn’t have to see her eyes to know the color would set them off to their full advantage. Her legs peeked from under a ruffled hem and he couldn’t help but stare at the lean lines of her calves, her elegant ankles, her white strappy lace-up sandals.
A growl formed unbidden on his lips. She looked incredible. No, better than incredible. She looked delectable, good enough to eat. He wanted to run his tongue over every inch of her body. The dress pushed up her cleavage and her breasts bounced with every step she took. Last week, he hadn’t been able
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