Fighting Temptation [Brac Village 11] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page B

just for fun, but it seemed his father thought a good game of bowling was needed when he had something serious to talk to Carmine about.
    Carmine smiled when he remembered the time his dad had taken him to the lanes to talk to him about sex. That was the most awkward game he had ever played. Carmine still winced when he thought of how his dad had used words like penetration and mutual satisfaction . The man had sucked at the birds and the bees, but Carmine loved the guy for trying.
    Once Carmine had their shoes, he led Turi over to their lane.
    “I’m supposed to wear shoes that everyone else has worn?” Turi didn’t look too happy.
    Carmine pulled out a pair of socks from his pocket. “That’s why I brought these.”
    “Oh, I thought the lump in your pants was…never mind.” Turi hastily grabbed the socks. He sat down and slipped his sandals off, pulling the socks on.
    What had Turi thought—Carmine couldn’t believe he was actually blushing. It had been forever since that had happened. He rubbed at his jaw as he watched Turi put his shoes on.
    “Aren’t you going to put yours on?” Turi nodded toward Carmine’s bowling shoes that were sitting on the floor.
    Pulling his eyes away from his mate, Carmine pulled his boots off and donned the ugly green-and-yellow bowling shoes.
    “Okay,” Turi said as he stood and clapped his hands together. “Show me how this all works.”
    Carmine went to the small console and showed Turi how the score was kept. He then found the ball Turi was most comfortable with and the one with the weight he had always played with. “Now watch me.”
    Turi’s eyes raked up and down Carmine’s body and he couldn’t mistake the look for anything but interest. Carmine cleared his throat as he walked to the end of the lane. He had to take a few moments to compose himself. His cock was threatening to grow hard at the way those green eyes had practically caressed his body.
    Carmine took his turn, knocking all of the pins down. “Strike!”
    “That doesn’t seem so hard.” Turi got up and grabbed his ball. When his mate walked to the end of the lane, Carmine had to quickly show the man how to stand. His mate was turned sideways, like he was about to throw the ball instead of roll it.
    “You don’t heave it, Turi. A gentle roll will do just fine.”
    Carmine took a few steps back, watching. When Turi’s arm cocked back, Carmine moved out of the way, fearing that the fey would let the ball go at the wrong time. He did not need his nuts smashed.
    When Turi’s arm was high up in the air, the ball fell. Carmine had seconds to pull his mate out of the way before the bowling ball came down on Turi’s head. The ball hit the floor with a loud thud and rolled a few inches away.
    “It looked a lot easier when you did it,” Turi mumbled.
    Carmine grabbed the ball and handed it to his mate. He stood behind Turi, helping him with a few mock arm tosses. The closeness was affecting him. Turi’s small ass kept tilting back into Carmine’s groin as his mate swung his arm forward.
    He was trying his best not to notice, but Carmine could only ignore so much. There was no denying that he wanted the man, sexually. Turi was a very gorgeous guy. But Carmine knew that once he bedded Turi, there would be no going back.
    A bear didn’t have to bite in order to claim his mate—although biting was something he loved to do. But the process was much simpler. All he had to do was sleep with the guy. As tempting as that was, Carmine didn’t plan on fucking Turi.
    “Okay, try now.” This time Carmine moved further away.
    After a small running start, Turi let the ball go. Thankfully it went down the lane this time instead of up in the air. A few pins fell, but Turi was jumping around and whooping like he had bowled a strike.
    Carmine chuckled at the man’s enthusiasm.
    “I think I like bowling.” Turi grabbed his ball when it came back to him. He did better this time, leaving only two pins standing. The