Longing for Wolves (Shifter Country Wolves Book 5) by Roxie Noir Page B

Calder’s hair and pulled just hard enough, and Calder half-chuckled, half-groaned as Sam wrapped his other hand around Calder’s cock, pumping it in time with his own strokes.
    “Sam, I’m gonna cum,” Calder gasped, and Sam growled.
    He couldn’t last either, not like this, not deep inside Calder when he felt like his entire body might just burst. Not when his vision was going white around the edges and Calder wouldn’t stop saying his name.
    “I’m close,” Sam whispered, pulling on Calder’s hair just a little bit harder.
    “I’m gonna cum so hard,” Calder whispered. He’d always talked dirtier when he was drunk. “Jesus, fuck , Sam, this feels so good. You feel so good.”
    Sam thrust again and Calder moaned and then Sam couldn’t hold back anymore. He came in a rush of white-hot pleasure, his whole world blanking out for seconds on end, and there was nothing but Calder and Calder was completely and utterly his . Then Calder’s cock jerked and his muscles around Sam jerked and Calder shouted, Sam’s hand still pumping his cock until it was soft and completely spent.
    Sam wrapped his arm around Calder’s chest and kissed the back of his shoulder, both of them still breathing hard.
    Just one more minute like this, please , he thought. Then whatever’s going to happen can happen.
    At last, he pulled out and rolled onto his back and Calder rolled over too, facing the ceiling. He slid his arm under Sam and kissed the other man on the temple, and there was something so familiar in it that Sam’s stomach turned. He found Calder’s hand and wound their fingers together.
    He’s drunk, he thought. He showed up drunk and horny. It doesn’t mean anything. He might not remember it in the morning.
    It didn’t take long before Calder was passed out and snoring. He’d always snored when he was drunk.
    Slowly, Sam fell asleep, still nestled in Calder’s arms, on top of his blankets.

Chapter Six

    Calder
    The sun sliced through the windows, and after fighting it for a long time, Calder woke up. His stomach felt bad, his head pounded, and he threw one arm over his eyes, wishing that wherever he was weren’t so bright .
    It didn’t bother him that it was unfamiliar. That was his life: waking up in unfamiliar places.
    Then he remembered, and he held his breath. Getting undressed in the parking lot of the steakhouse, taking his pants and shirt. Running cross-country for a while, stumbling through the underbrush because even if he was a wolf, he was drunk.
    Sam opening the door. Sam’s hand in his hair, Sam’s knee in his back, the whole world virtually exploding into shards.
    He didn’t even have to turn his head to know that Sam wasn’t in the bed with him, but he grabbed the pillow and held it to his face, inhaling Sam’s scent deeply. He could feel all the familiar nerves and brain pathways light up, a tightness forming in his chest he couldn’t get rid of. At least that hadn’t changed.
    Calder got up and went into the living room. Empty. No Sam in the kitchen, no Sam in the bathroom, and by then Calder was starting to panic. He found his pants and shirt, both full of holes, and tossed them on the back of the couch, trying to collect himself.
    Calder washed his face and drank a glass of water but nothing could soothe the deep, yawning hole in the pit of his stomach.  
    Of course coming here drunk and fucking Sam isn’t gong to solve what’s wrong with us , he thought. I don’t even know if he wants to solve it. I don’t know if we can. I don’t know if we should.
    Fuck.
    There was a note on the table, and Calder finally saw it when he put his glass down.

    You have a suit in the closet. Box labeled SUIT.

    For the first time, Calder looked at the clock. Almost eleven in the morning.  
    Something else in his brain clicked.
    I think I was supposed to be there an hour ago. In a suit.
    By eleven-fifteen, Calder was showered and dressed in the suit, the tie haphazardly draped around his neck. The