Feral Bachelorism (2 page)

“We’re almost there,” the guard said.

Sean grunted something non-committal. He wished he could be so easily assured, but the truth was, he was marching through the forest with a strange man, going to meet another man for a midnight rendezvous. God, what had gotten into him?

He was about to make it clear that he intended to turn around when the guard veered sharply left and stepped into a small clearing. If he hadn’t been following someone who knew exactly where he was going, Sean would have easily missed the entrance.

The meadow was only large enough to house a small, old-fashioned log cabin that looked as though it had been built by hand. A thin stream of smoke curled upward from a chimney. An oil lamp hung from the doorway, spilling its golden light over a metal knocker suspended halfway across a dark wooden door.

“Enjoy your evening,” the guard said. He turned and disappeared into the forest, another knowing smile playing across his lips.

Sean stood rooted to the spot. Here, silence hung on the night air. A soft whisper of a breeze ruffled his hair. He held his breath, arousal eventually winning out over discomfort.

This wasn’t about passion, he told himself as he strode toward the cabin. This was his opportunity to learn more about the property, to figure out just how eager Brad Hennessy was to sell. With any luck, the man was tired of running an amusement park. Hell, maybe he’d even be willing to settle for a lot less than the land was worth.

Encouraged, Sean rapped on the door. His knock went unanswered. He tried again, then waited, to no avail. Debating whether to turn and leave, he decided to give the evening one last chance and clasped the door handle. The door creaked when he eased it open, as though no one had entered the cabin in a hundred years.

Inside, the décor told a different story. A woven rattan bed dominated the better part of a large room. To each side of the elegant, old-fashioned bed stood matching end-tables. The sheets were black, with the exception of a turquoise and white striped blanket that hung over the foot of the bed. A fire danced on a hearth, its flickering light dancing over the cozy room.

Sean almost jumped out of his skin when the door slammed behind him. Before he could react further, a hard male body pressed snugly against his back. Arms slid around his waist, and an unmistakable erection prodded the base of his spine.

Brad’s hot breath feathered against the nape of his neck, and the first touch of his warm lips on his sensitized flesh nearly made Sean spill his load in his jeans.

“You’re late.”

* * *

“You didn’t have any trouble at the gate, did you?” Brad trailed a path of wet kisses down Sean’s neck. He slid his hands over the flat planes of the man’s stomach to nudge the hard length of his aroused cock through his crisp blue jeans.

Sean hissed, sucking in a barely audible breath. “No. They were very… accommodating.”

“They better be.” He nipped Sean’s earlobe lightly. “I pay them enough.”

The man’s broad, muscular shoulders stiffened, flexing beneath the thin material of his beige short-sleeve shirt. “I -- I’m not here to do what you think.”

Brad chuckled. He snapped the top button of Sean’s jeans open. Sliding his hand inside the waistband, he paused when his fingers touched the sticky moisture soaking through the cotton briefs. “Yeah, I can see how I might have misunderstood.”

Sean spun around so quickly that the motion momentarily threw Brad off. “You didn’t. I mean… you did. Misunderstand.” He took a deep breath, then released it on a sigh. Straightening his shoulders as though preparing to face a firing squad, he cleared his throat. “I’m not used to going to strange men’s houses in the middle of the night. And yours is the first male hand I’ve ever had down my pants, with the exception of my proctologist, and he’s about a hundred years old so I don’t think he counts.” Sean’s words came out in a rush. When he smiled at his own attempt at humor, his lips quivered slightly as they turned upward.

Brad narrowed his eyes, allowing his gaze to linger over Sean’s face. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the man was genuinely nervous, which was absurd. Hard Delights wasn’t a place for guys struggling with their sexuality. It was a haven for horny gay studs, men who wanted nothing more than to find a stiff rod to suck, fuck or jerk off.

Which is exactly what Brad had been hoping to do tonight.

At the park, he’d been instantly drawn to Sean on a primal, animalistic level. He’d taken one look at those linebacker shoulders, the man’s lean five-foot-ten frame, the way his shoulder-length light brown hair hung straight around his face, and he’d known he had to have him.

But it had been more than that, he realized as he watched Sean squirm slightly under his scrutiny. He’d loved the way a blush had crept up his cheeks at his friend’s crude suggestion that he may be in need of a good, hard screw.

Brad tended to agree with the friend’s assessment. If there was one thing Sean desperately needed, it was a breathtaking, mind-blowing, cum-squirting fuck.

Sean’s tongue swept out to moisten his dry lips. The sight stirred Brad’s blood, making his cock ache as it stiffened further.

“In fact,” Sean continued, his voice huskily filling the silence that had settled between them, “tonight was my first time at Hard Delights. My friends brought me,” he added almost as an afterthought, as though coming to an adult amusement park wouldn’t have been something he’d ever do on his own.

Well, that explained how he’d come to be at the park, Brad thought as he watched the flickering flames from the blazing hearth sparkle in Sean’s intense blue eyes.

There was no mistaking the desire in Sean’s voice, though. The man Brad had chosen to spend the night with might have been a virgin when it came to male lust, but he was also curious and genuinely interested.

A shudder ran through him. How long had it been since he’d spent the night with someone who wasn’t an expert in every kind of gay sex imaginable?

Too long
.

Without another second’s hesitation, Brad dropped to his knees and tugged on Sean’s jeans until they slid down around his thighs. His cock pressed, hot and hard, against the tight cotton briefs he wore. The tantalizing spot of moisture had grown, betraying Sean’s very apparent arousal. Although logic might insist that what was happening was wrong, his body clearly had other ideas.

“So if I do this,” Braid said, cupping Sean’s balls in his palm and squeezing gently through the fabric, “you probably wouldn’t enjoy it.”

A low groan escaped Sean’s throat. “Please,” he whispered, his eyelids drifting closed. His hips jerked forward, as though his body and his mind were torn in two different directions. “I only wanted to ask you a few questions about the park.”

Brad slid his fingers beneath the tight elastic band of Sean’s briefs and tugged until the constraints around the man’s cock allowed it to pop free. Desire surged through Brad’s body at the sight of the long shaft, the smooth mushroom tip, the bead of moisture gathered at the slit. Delicate blue veins snaked up the underside of Sean’s rod, pulsing with the feverish arousal he was trying so hard to deny.

“So ask.” Brad’s tongue swept out to catch the drop of pre-cum before it slid down his lover’s shaft. He kept his gaze fixed firmly on Sean’s face and saw the way the man cast a swift, hopeful glance toward the door.

“You’re free to leave at any time,” Brad assured him. “If that’s really what you want.”

Torment cast a shadow over Sean’s face. The sheer torture written on his features as he struggled with the decision made something tear in Brad’s chest. His pulse quickened and his arousal raged, pulsing from within with a life of its own.

Gods, the sensation was sudden and terrifying. He hadn’t felt this way since… since…

Brad gritted his teeth.

Since my first night with J.C.

That had been years ago, but he still recalled the sudden overwhelming sensation sweeping through his body when he realized J.C. Hill wanted him as much as Brad had always wanted J.C.

Heir to the Alpha of the Zante pack of werewolves, J.C. had been the object of every woman’s desire since he hit puberty. Any Zante female would have been delighted at the opportunity to secure herself a place in the history books, even though J.C. wasn’t expected to rule. He had an older brother who was not only adored by the pack, but who was also intelligent, loyal and kind. Those qualities and the fact that he was the first born son of the current Alpha made him more than a possible leader. They made him the only logical choice.

But a seat at the royal table and the vague possibility of one day becoming queen was enough of a reason for any woman to try to woo J.C. Yet unlike any other red-blooded werewolf male presented with the same opportunity, J.C. never indulged in the luscious delights offered to him. He could never be sure if a woman wanted him for himself or for his status, he’d told Brad once. Then he’d followed that up by saying that relationships with men were safer. He could protect his heart by never getting too deeply involved, which meant no risk of getting hurt when the relationship came to an end.

Well, at least one of them got away unscathed when J.C. found his true mate, Brad thought bitterly.

A soft touch grazed his cheek, snapping him out of his dark thoughts. “You okay?” Sean asked, his blue eyes gazing down at him with unmasked concern.

Brad’s gut tightened. The caress was sensual, inviting, and altogether innocent. It made his heart clench and his breath hitch in his throat. He blinked hard, trying to wipe away every last trace of J.C.’s memory. He hadn’t been in love with J.C., but damn it, their Friday Fuck nights were the only thing he’d looked forward to. Knowing J.C. waited at the appointed time and place gave him a reason to get through the week.

And now, for the first time in three years, J.C. wasn’t with him this Friday night. To make up for the loss of his partner, Brad had wanted -- no, he’d
needed
-- a distraction. A bout of rough, savage, no-strings-attached sex.

He craved the lust flowing through his blood. The raw power of arousal. He yearned to fuck until he forgot J.C.’s name.

He smiled up at Sean and nudged the man’s cock with his lips. “Just fine.” The tip of his tongue swept out to circle the head of his shaft. He tasted like salt and masculine arousal, a potent combination that made Brad’s dick throb. “You’re staying, then?”

In response, Sean slid his fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth closer to his straining erection. His legs no longer trembled. He held himself straight and proud, almost confident, as he looked down and met Brad’s gaze. Only the muscle twitching in his jaw betrayed his insecurity. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

The length of time they had together wasn’t something Brad wanted to think about because it was in no way negotiable.

One night. That was it. In the morning, their encounter would be nothing more than a pleasant memory drifting in a sea of other memories just like this one.

Sean’s grip on his hair tightened and he nudged his cock against Brad’s lips.

Brad chuckled softly, grateful to wade back into familiar territory. Sex he could handle. He’d just have to force himself to slow down, knowing that the wrong move could send Sean away. Although, judging by the forceful way he gripped Brad’s hair, that wasn’t a possibility he had to worry about quite yet.

“Is there something you want?” Brad asked, his voice hoarse to his own ears. He blew a slow breath over the tip of Sean’s cock, feeling him tremble as the cool air hit the slick moisture oozing from the slit.

Sean groaned. “Yes.”

“What? Say it.”

“Oh, God, don’t make me beg for it. I can’t.”

“Sure you can. It’s easy.” His fingers dug into Sean’s ass cheeks as he parted them, his mouth hovering tantalizingly close to his dick. “Try it.”

“No.”

Brad glanced at the pulsing shaft. He knew by the way it raged and throbbed, hard as a rock, that if he as much as sucked it deep into his mouth once, Sean would crumble into a million pieces. A fierce orgasm would slam into him so hard his seed would pump out quickly in intense, eager bursts.

But doing it was one thing. Wanting it was another. And accepting he wanted it was something else entirely.

“If you don’t ask, you don’t get,” Brad told him.

Sean released a deep, quivering breath. “You’re an ass, you know that?”

Brad laughed. He straightened and wrapped his arms around Sean’s waist, crushing both their erections between their bodies. “That’s not quite right. I want to be
in
your ass.”

Before Brad could give the impulsive action another thought, he slammed his mouth over Sean’s, hard, cutting off any further protests. The kiss was raw, primal, quickly turning savage. His tongue slid between Sean’s lips, forcing the man to open to him. He cupped his face in his hands and drank from him, drowning in the taste of male arousal, innocence and the unmistakable tinge of fear.

Trapped between them, Brad’s cock swelled to impossible hardness. Gods, he ached to fuck this man, to feel his shaft buried balls-deep in Sean’s tight virgin hole.

Sean reached down and cupped the length of Brad’s dick in his hand, stroking it with a steady grip. The unexpected touch nearly sent Brad to his knees again.

In that brief, excruciating moment, a fierce jolt of rapture slammed into him. Right then, he wanted to show Sean pleasure unlike any he’d ever known. Only the knowledge that this was all so new for him kept Brad from roughly pushing Sean down on the bed and forcing him to suck his cock in the sixty-nine position, his own lips clamped hard against the other man’s dick.

He broke the kiss reluctantly and traced Sean’s lower lip with his tongue. “Turn around and lie on the bed. I promise I’ll go slow, and I won’t hurt you. But by God, if you don’t let me fuck your ass, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

Sean swallowed hard, then nodded. “I trust you,” he said, doing just as Brad had commanded. He lay down on the bed on his stomach, his firm ass thrust high up in the air.

Brad groaned. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He wore nothing underneath. He never did on Friday nights.