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  “Move,” he whimpered.

  “Up,” I growled.

  I helped him rise to his knees without pulling out of him. Balancing on the mattress would have been too difficult in the position he had been in. He dropped his shoulders back to the bed, leaving his ass up in the air so I could move more easily.

  I started slowly, pulling out until just the head of my cock was in him, then pushing back inside of him before repeating the action. He let out a sigh, and I felt his body relax a little more for me. I knew he was ready for what I really wanted to do to him.

  He cried out the first time I slammed into him, but not in pain. That sound escaping his lips made me forget to be careful, forget that I was so much stronger than him. I forgot everything except how amazing he felt around my cock.

  My hips bucked against his ass cheeks, and my balls slapped against him with every thrust. When I finally remembered that I should be more careful with him, I started to slow down, but he threw his ass into me, encouraging me to keep up the pace I’d set.

  I gripped his hips in my hands and continued to pound in and out of his tight asshole until my orgasm built. I knew I was losing my rhythm, and Rhys must have felt it too because he clenched his ass muscles around me and I came screaming, letting go of his hips and collapsing on top of him.

  My heart pounded against his back, and it was a struggle to catch my breath for a minute. Finally, I slid out of him and rolled onto my back next to him. I pulled off the condom and dropped it into the trashcan while Rhys fell to the mattress and looked over at me with a grin on his face.

  “You’re amazing,” I said, my voice strained with my effort to breathe.

  “No, that’s you. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so hard or come twice in a row so quickly.”

  I was pissed at myself for being so wrapped up in my own pleasure that I hadn’t paid attention to Rhys coming twice. Unless he had the world’s quietest orgasms, it seemed like something I should have noticed.

  “I’m sorry if I was too rough,” I said.

  “Mmm, you weren’t. You were perfect.” He propped his chin up on his hand and continued to smile at me.

  “What?” I asked, starting to feel a little self-conscious.

  “Sorry,” he said. A blush crept up his neck and I fought not to reach out and caress his cheek. The motion seemed too…familiar, I guess, for the situation. “I just never thought my day would end up like this.”

  “Yeah, me either,” I replied with a laugh. “But I’m really glad it did.”

  “Me, too. Hey, does this fancy-ass cabin have a shower I could use?”

  “Of course. Indoor plumbing and everything. Not bad for hill-folk, huh?” I rolled off the bed and watched him do the same. We walked to the door, and I ended up behind him in the hallway and couldn’t help watching the way his body moved.

  Being a werewolf, my muscles worked differently from humans. When I walk, it sometimes comes across as a strut because of the way ligaments and bones shift with my movements. I couldn’t help noticing that Rhys had a bit of that, too. His muscles moved more fluidly than most humans. I could only assume he had learned to move that way when hunting, mimicking animals in the wild.

  “So where exactly is all of this indoor plumbing you speak of?” he asked.

  “End of the hall,” I answered, slightly distracted by the sway of his hips and the way his nakedness was making me hard again. “Do you mind if I share the shower with you?”

  “Not if you promise not to hog the shower head,” he said, opening the bathroom door. He walked into the room and stopped, looking around. I couldn’t see his face, but I could imagine the expression.

  Of all the rooms we’d built, I’d been most picky about the bathroom. I had special ordered two-way glass so that the entire room looked out over the forest, but from outside, the panes looked black, almost like solar panels. The shower had three moveable heads so that no matter where you stood in the enormous tub, you would get great water pressure.

  My father had made fun of me for wanting such an extravagant bathroom, but on the rare occasions I brought men home, it was worth it to get them up there. Not to mention, feeling like you’re showering in the middle of a forest is pretty fucking cool.

  “Christian, this is amazing.” Rhys turned to face me.

  “Thanks. I love how it turned out.” I pulled him against me and kissed him. “Now, I believe you said something about wanting to take a shower.”

  His cock was hard again and pressing into my thigh. I took his hand and led him to the tub, promising myself that this time I wouldn’t miss him coming for me. I turned on the shower, and the hot water quickly filled the room with steam.

  Once we were both in the shower, I pinned him against the wall and kissed him again. His hands slid around my neck, and he pulled me tighter against his body, his fingers running through my now-wet hair.

  I broke the kiss and licked a line of water off his neck as I ground my erection against his hip. I couldn’t believe how badly he could make me want him. I had never moved so fast with anyone before, but the more time I spent naked with him, the more I realized how right the situation felt. As I lathered soap in my hands and started to rub the suds over his smooth chest, I told myself I had just been paranoid earlier.

  I dropped to my knees, moving my soapy hands over his hips and down his thighs then back up to his cock. I gripped his member in both hands, sliding the slick bubbles up and down him then letting the water rinse him off.

  His cock was hot and swollen, and I had to taste him. I glanced up to see him staring down at me with wide eyes and biting his lower lip. As much as I wanted to suck that lip into my mouth, there were other things to be sucked right at that moment.

  He let out a sigh when I took him into my mouth, and his hands moved back to my hair. He gripped a handful of strands in his fist while I slid up and down his shaft with my tongue. I tasted pre-cum on my tongue and wondered how many times I could make him come for me before he left.

  I found the soap on the floor of the tub and managed to awkwardly lather my left hand while my right pumped his shaft. Using the suds as lubricant, I slid two fingers inside his ass while I sucked the tip of his cock and continued jerking him off.

  Rhys groaned and tightened his grip on my hair as I finger-fucked his ass and focused my mouth on his cock. When I pressed against that sweet spot inside of him, he cried out, filling my mouth with his cum and throwing back his head so fast I heard the thud of it against the wall of the shower.

  I let go of him and stood to make sure he was okay. He kissed me, licking a drop of his own seed from my lip. I smiled and ran my hand over the back of his head to make sure there were no bumps.

  “I’m fine,” he said with a shaky laugh.

  “Well, I’m suddenly relieved I didn’t use tile on the walls in here. You could have given yourself a concussion.”

  “Would have been worth it.”

  I turned off the shower, and we climbed out together. I grabbed a couple towels and we dried off quickly before returning to the bedroom to get dressed.

  Rhys looked over at the clock on the nightstand and groaned.

  “What’s up?”

  “It’s really late. I don’t think I’m going to get a tow truck out here tonight.”

  “Do you want to stay?”

  He turned and looked at me. “You wouldn’t mind?”

  “Of course not,” I said with a laugh. “I mean, you don’t have to sleep in here if you don’t want to. I have a guest room you could use. If you want to.”

  “Right,” he said. “Well, thanks. I appreciate that. Do you mind if I call my gran? I don’t want her to worry.”

  “Not at all. There’s a phone downstairs.” I led him down to the library and handed him the cordless. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yeah, starving actually.”

  “Me, too. I’ll get some food together while you make your call. I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done.”

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bsp; I closed the door on my way out and headed for the kitchen. I wasn’t used to having company for dinner and wasn’t entirely sure what Rhys would eat. After digging through the fridge, I could only hope Rhys wasn’t a vegetarian. I mean, I knew he hunted big game, but that didn’t mean he ate it.

  When he came into the kitchen fifteen minutes later, I had a huge plate of cheese, crackers and sausage set on the table. I pulled a couple beers from the fridge and handed him one.

  “Everything all set?” I asked.

  “Yes, I told her my car broke down, and I was sleeping with a complete stranger who’s concerned that my behavior’s irresponsible. She said she loves you and would you like to come with me to visit her tomorrow.”

  I laughed but stopped quickly when I realized he was serious.

  “She wants me to come with you? No offense, but what is up with your family?”

  He laughed, and I was glad I hadn’t offended him. Not everyone gets my humor.

  We sat across from each other and devoured the food and drank several more beers while we talked. Rhys told me about growing up in the U.P. and how he’d became a hunter. It wasn’t as horrible as it had sounded to me at first. He worked on contract for reservationists in Africa, and several times a year, he would travel there and hunt down animals that were hurt or diseased to keep infections from spreading through the herds. So at least he wasn’t harpooning elephants for ivory or anything. It was actually kind of noble work.

  When he wasn’t eradicating disease from the wilds of Africa, he had a federal license allowing him to do the same sort of thing in national forests. Taking down injured or sick animals to protect the rest of the population. He was like freaking Davy Crockett or something.

  Every time he tried to ask me questions, I would turn the conversation back on him. I liked to hear him talk. He told me about his grandmother and how, at eighty-five years old, she still worked part-time at a library and volunteered for several different charities.

  I could tell that he adored his grandmother, and when he explained that she was the only member of his family who’d supported him when he’d come out, I understood why.

  “She sounds like an amazing lady,” I said.

  “She is. And I can’t wait for you to meet her. If you’ll come with me, I mean.”

  “Do you really want me to? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I like you, a lot. But isn’t it a little soon to be meeting your family?”

  Rhys covered my hand with his own and smiled. It was the kind of smile one gives a kid in a helmet. Not very flattering.

  “Christian, I would really appreciate it if you would come meet my grandmother. It would mean a lot to her, too. She loves meeting new people, and I think she could tell, even over the phone, that I’m crazy about you.” He blushed, and this time I did run my fingers over his cheek.

  “You are?”

  “I know it’s probably ridiculous, but yeah. I really like you, and I would love to spend some more time with you. Please come with me?”

  I couldn’t believe I was actually considering it. The problem was I really liked him, too. I knew eventually I would have to tell him about the…werewolf thing, but there just never seems to be a good time to bring up that sort of thing.

  It would be a couple of weeks before the next full moon, so I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about shifting in front of him. I couldn’t imagine we’d spend more than a few days at his grandma’s house, so despite my better judgment, I agreed.

  “Okay,” I said. “We’ll call a tow truck in the morning to haul your jalopy to a shop, and we’ll take my car to your grandma’s house.”

  “Do I have to stay in the guest room tonight?” he asked with a smirk.

  “Darlin’, you can sleep wherever you want to.”

  “Who said anything about sleep?”

  I crooked an eyebrow at him and laughed when he waggled his own at me. I stood then pulled him to his feet too and led the way back upstairs. I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but I figured it would be one hell of a ride.

  Chapter Three

  We both fell asleep almost as soon as we crawled into bed. It had, for me anyway, been a strange and draining day, and climbing under the covers didn’t induce any intimate feelings. However, waking up with Rhys’ arm flung over my chest, his body so warm and firm next to mine, did quite a bit to wake up my libido.

  “What time is it?” he mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

  “Six,” I said before laying a kiss on the top of his head. “Do you want to keep sleeping?”

  “Mmm.” He snuggled tighter against me, and I felt a twinge low in my stomach that had nothing to do with sex but everything to do with Rhys.

  I refused to believe I could love him, not after less than twenty-four hours. I wasn’t sure if I had ever actually been in love before, but I was sure it took more than a couple amazing sessions of sex, some crackers and an invitation to Grandma’s house. We didn’t really know anything about each other. And I was withholding something pretty big from him. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us if I fell in love with him, and he was just looking to have a little fun.

  I was torn between taking a shower then calling the tow truck for Rhys or staying in bed holding him until he forced me to move. In the end, I decided to choose the responsible option, and with a small sigh, I carefully slid out of bed without waking Rhys.

  I trudged to the bathroom and started the water, standing naked in front of the windows and watching the sun come up over the trees. I found myself wondering if Rhys would be happy in the cabin with me, but shook my head as if it were an etch-a-sketch and I could erase the thought. I climbed in the shower and let the hot water beat down on my shoulders. Even through the steam, I smelled Rhys as he walked through the door of the bathroom. I opened my eyes and watched him climb into the shower with me, a small foil packet in his hand and a smile on his face.

  “I thought you wanted to sleep,” I said, pulling him into my arms.

  “The bed got cold without you in it.” He kissed me, his tongue pushing past my lips and tangling with my own.

  His cock was hard and pressing against my thigh, which made mine start to swell in response. I couldn’t believe how quickly he affected me. I’d wanted him the moment I’d seen him out on the road, and I didn’t see myself not wanting him anytime in the future. He seemed so different from anyone I’d ever met. We just…clicked. And I wondered if he felt it, too.

  Once again, I had the urge to tell him what I am, but then he was on his knees, running his tongue up my cock, and all rational thought went out of my head. All I could focus on was the feel of his hot breath against my aching member and how much I needed to be inside of him again.

  “You’re going to make me come,” I growled, looking down at him.

  “Many, many times I hope,” he said with a smile before taking my entire cock in his mouth. His throat convulsed around my tip, and I had to put a hand on the wall to hold myself upright as my knees tried to buckle.

  I wanted to come, wanted to release the amazing pressure in my balls, but something in the back of my mind told me that would be a bad idea. I struggled with it for a moment and realized I wasn’t sure if ingesting my bodily fluids would infect him with lycanthropy. I reached down and grabbed his arms, urging him to his feet.

  He stood, his grin and dimples back in place. I kissed him, walking him backward until he bumped into the wall. I hadn’t realized he was still holding the condom until he moved away from me to rip open the package. He slid it over my cock and looked around the shower as if suddenly lost as to how we would accomplish sex there.

  I urged him to turn around so he faced the wall with his hands pressed flat on the smooth surface and his waist bent slightly. I glanced around and silently congratulated myself for keeping a bottle of lube in the shower, even if I’d only used it alone before. I was glad it was there.

  One great thing about keeping lube in the tub…it warms up in the steam of the hot water. R
hys moaned when the liquid hit the small of his back and I started to work it down the crack of his ass. I slid two fingers inside of him, bending them at the knuckle to rub over his prostate while I worked loose his muscles.

  When I removed my fingers, Rhys spun around and kissed me, his hands on both sides of my face holding me still—as if I would have wanted to move. I slid my arms around his waist, bending slightly at the knee to get under his ass and lifted him up, pressing his back against the wall again for leverage.

  He made a small noise in my mouth that could have been surprise or fear, but then I was inside of him and he had his ankles locked around my waist, his hands entwined behind my neck, his head thrown back and he was screaming my name.

  He came quickly, his seed shooting up my chest, hotter and thicker than the water cascading over our skin. The feel of it made me come right after. I pulled him tight against me, holding him close while my cock spasmed in his ass.

  “Good morning,” Rhys whispered against my ear, and I laughed.

  I raised him up, pulling him off my cock before setting him back on his feet. I pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash next to the shower, then turned back to kiss him again. He had lathered his hands in soap and moved them over all of my skin he could reach while our mouths were pressed together.

  He broke the kiss and nudged my shoulder to turn around. I let the water spray over my chest while Rhys soaped up my back. His hands shifted to massage my ass for a minute before his arms wrapped around my waist and he hugged me tight.

  “You’re really strong,” he said softly.

  “I suppose,” I said with a shrug. My head screamed to tell him the truth, but my heart was terrified he would run out the door and I would never see him again. It was a struggle I’d never had to deal with, and honestly, my first instinct was to run. To put Rhys back in his little red hoodie and ride him right out of my neck of the woods.