Page 28 of Destined Predator
Rhett wished he felt well enough to slap him.
“You feel feverish but your temp’s okay.” Jack wiped the thermometer with an antiseptic cloth and returned it to its case. “So, you got a kind of headache and you feel weak. Rhett…”
“Don’t say it.”That some sort of mating ritual or bond or whatever’s started.“It’s too soon!” he yelped. “We just started dating!” If that was even what it was. He hated the slightly smug, he’ll-learn-in-time look on Jack’s face and hoped it was onehenever wore.
“So, I guess there’s no point in asking if you want Doc Granger calling out here?”
Rhett shook his head, wishing he hadn’t when it felt like doing so loosened his brain from its stem.
“And I don’t want you calling C— Anyone else.” He put as much elder-brother glare into his eyes as he could, hoping Jack could see in the darkened room, with the drapes drawn. “Jack, you don’t need to stay, either. I got the landline here, my cell and a walkie talkie. You’ll want to get into town, soon as I tell you—”
“About the autoshop. I know.” Jack nodded, tight-lipped. “Ben called. It’s not serious, but it is a pain in the butt. I don’t understand, Rhett. Is someone out to get the Akers? Is that what the traps, left on the route they take, were all about?”
“No one knows what the family is,” Rhett reminded his brother.Coywolf shifters. No one wouldbelievewhat the family is.
“But who’s after them? Why? And if so, why hurtGreg Manning, for Christ’s sake?”
“Or was that a horrible accident? He couldn’t really say what had happened, and he’s even less clear now, last I spoke to him.” Rhett had been asking himself these questions for days too and doing so now made his head tight and itchy, somehow. “Let’s discuss it later, huh? Try and dig out the whys and wherefores? But not now. Go. Be with Ben.”
“I’ll be back soon for the visitors we got coming,” Jack promised and left.
Rhett’s head wanted to flop onto his pillow—hell, his entirebodywanted to crash on his mattress—but he managed to get his jeans and shirt off, leaving him in his boxers, and was already half-dozing by the time Ben’s car pulled away. Only half, because his brain kept whirling away.Destined mates.He wasn’t ready for that. No—he didn’tbelievethat. Didn’t believe that Casey—
Is here.The scent hit first—burnt orange and clean heat—then the voice uncoiled after it, low and unmistakable, close as a mouth to his ear. Well, not exactly, although he was calling his name, as if in Rhett’s bedroom with him.Oh, I’m dreaming!Well, that was okay.More than.
“Well now. Look at you all stripped for me. Wasn’t expecting that.”
He’d surprised Casey, which made him happy. He inhaled, wanting that spicy, burnt-orange scent he hadn’t realized until now he associated with Casey. No, thatwasCasey. It soothed that tightness in his head and wiped the weakness from his body at the same time it shot arousal through him.
“Who has the control here?” Casey reminded him.
Even half-fogged, Rhett knew one true thing: he could say stop and it would stop. That certainty steadied him more than the aspirin.
“I do. And I choose to give it to you. To do what you say.” Rhett spread his legs, to give his filling balls the room they needed.
“Good to know. So, you gonna take your sweet dick out for me, cowboy?”
Rhett did it. It was already hardening, and he stroked it from root to tip.
“It’s a nice dick. I knew it would be, even before I saw it. You know, I wanted to jerk you off that night at the saloon, out in the patio? Just unzip you and stroke you, getting you hard for me—”
“I was already hard for you,” Rhett admitted to dream-Casey. “Like, from that first meeting.”
Casey huffed out a laugh. “You don’t wanna know what I wanted to do toyouthe first time I sawyou.”
“I do,” Rhett whispered into the darkened room. “Tell me?”
“It ain’t pretty or poetical. No moonlight or stars. It was more the kind of throw you down, spread your gorgeous round ass open and eat you out sort of thing.”
“And then?” Rhett demanded, pulling his balls away from his body. He had no intention of coming yet.
“Oh, there might have been rope involved, to tie your wrists behind your back.”
Rhett had to turn his head—he felt Casey’s breath at his ear. But there was no one there. Of course.
“And…I’m not saying there wasn’t a spreader bar used, too. What? I did say I wanted in, didn’t I? To eat you out until you were sobbin’…for me to fuck you. But I’d have to prep you before I buried my cock in your ass. God, I bet you’re tight, cowboy. You’ll give me one hell of a ride. But like I said, it’s not gonna be me lubing up and breaching you hard and fast, bottoming out and making your screams fill the sky. No, you know what I’m gonna do to you first, before I take your ass?”
Rhett gave a tiny head shake, rubbing his thumb over the head of his dick.
