Page 40 of Destined Prey
“Who fought?” Ben asked, stopping and looking Jack over. “Not you?”
“Not me,” Jack agreed. “Rhett beat the crap out of Aldan, but Aldan did some damage, too. Anyway, seems that Aldan thinks something strange is going on at the ranch. He said people are talking and there’s coywolves at our ranch and no one else’s, too many of them and—I don’t know. He’s probably just trying to stir up trouble. There’s no way he could know about shifters, right?”
Ben wanted to believe that, but— “I don’t know, either. The fact is, the wolf and coyote shifters want us gone. We’re abominations in their opinions. Could be some of them have started spreading rumors, maybe not of shifters, but of coywolves in general. If you get humans stirred up enough oversomething they don’t understand, they’ll do everything they can to kill whatever that something is.”
“No, that’s not going to happen,” Jack vowed.
“No, it isn’t,” Ben agreed. “I’m going to have to talk to Casey, let him know what’s going on. We were going to shift and run tonight, but if we do, we’ll need to avoid the Double T, I think.”
Jack opened the restroom door. “Let me get it—looks like your hands would slip.”
Ben chuckled. “Yeah, I normally wipe them off on a towel first, but I got distracted by this sexy man standing by my dorky brother.”
“Robin seems like a nice guy,” Jack said. “So, what do you really think about Aldan?”
“Nothing yet. I mean, he could have lied about why he was there. He could have told the truth. Nothing we can do but be careful and keep an eye out on him.” Ben nudged the faucet’s knob to get the water on. He washed his hands while Jack watched him in the mirror.
“Rhett’s pretty sore. Aldan caught him hard on the jaw and side, his ribs. Gave him a glancing blow on the temple, too, but Rhett wouldn’t go to the doctor when I asked him if he wanted to earlier, and he seems fine—just like he’s aching from the fight. Aldan looked worse. Rhett threatened to shoot him if he came back onto our property. I worked outside with the ranch hands today.” Jack smiled toothily. “It felt good. I hated it when I was a kid, but damn, I enjoyed it today.”
Ben nudged the water off, then dried his hands. “That’s great.” He turned and grabbed Jack by the shirt front. “Now kiss me.”
The need hit so fast it almost winded him. All the worry about Aldan, about rumors and danger, was shoved aside by the raw fact that Jack was right here—warm, real, his.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Jack murmured. He pulled Ben into his arms and slanted his lips over Ben’s.
Ben felt that kiss from his lips all the way down to his toes, and all points in between. He moaned and backed Jack up to the closed door where he could rub against that lean, sexy body to his heart—and dick’s—content.
He began to rut, rubbing his hardening shaft over Jack’s until they were both fully erect, and Jack was clutching at his ass, encouraging Ben to move faster, harder.
Ben brought his hands up to Jack’s chest, then ran them down, down, as he slid to his knees.
“Ben?” Jack squeaked. “Your family—”
“Don’t want to talk about them,” Ben muttered, pressing his face to Jack’s groin. He inhaled and smelled sweat and musk and pre-cum. “Mmm.”
“I didn’t shower—”
“Good.” Ben liked the way Jack smelled, had never been turned off by the scent of a man who’d been working. “I’m gonna lick you until you come.”
That got him another delightful squeak, then he unfastened Jack’s belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slid the zipper down.
“Nice, honey,” he praised, admiring the rigid outline of Jack’s dick through the red briefs. “Very nice.” He licked the length of it, wetting that red fabric.
Jack placed trembling hands on Ben’s shoulders. “Oh…fuck!”
Ben worked his own cock free, then he really went to it, doing his best to blow Jack through the thin material, sucking at the fat head, dragging his tongue up and down from base to tip. When Jack began to pant, Ben tugged Jack’s underwear down enough to uncover his shaft, then Ben fisted the base of it and sucked the crown right into his mouth.
Jack made a strangled sound, and Ben stopped teasing. He took Jack’s cock in as deep as he could and started jacking himself off at the same time.
Jack started to thrust, rocking his slender hips forward and pushing into Ben’s throat. Ben willed himself to relax, to take it, willed Jack to fuck his face, to not hold back.
Then it happened—that sharing of thoughts and feelings, and Jack hissed as he buried his hands in Ben’s hair.
“That’s what you want,” Jack rasped, “Then fuck, yeah.” He thrust in deep, and Ben burned with lust. He’d never let someone take him like that, never let anyone hold his head and fuck his mouth. There was something powerful and erotic about it, and his own dick pulsed as he came without warning.
The mix of Jack’s pleasure and his own had collided and exploded, sending his climax rocketing.
Ben moaned around Jack’s cock, then Jack was moving faster, harder, his balls slapping Ben’s chin. Ben was lost in wave after wave of pleasure, his and Jack’s.
