A Cajun In Colorado (Wolves Of Stone Ridge 12) by Charlie Richards

Author:Charlie Richards [Richards, Charlie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-12-01T04:07:22+00:00

Chapter Eight

Manon helped his mate through his apartment door. He never wanted to see his human in the hospital again! It had taken everything in him not to yank Chris away from his friend when Eric had hugged him. Worse, for Chris to kiss Remy, even on the forehead?

Manon knew he needed to figure out a way to explain to Chris, his wolf and the fact that they were mates. And pretty darn quick because Chris had just pushed Manon’s patience to the limit. He’d need to warn his sweet human about being touchy feely with anyone but him.

An arm securely around Chris’s waist, Manon could feel his mate fading fast. The jaw-cracking yawns and slurred speech were a dead give-away. Following Chris’s directions, Manon got them into his lover’s bedroom. The sight of the bed had his cock twitching in his jeans. He fought against a groan, knowing he couldn’t take the man right now, no matter how much he wanted to.

“There we go, cher,” Manon murmured, settling Chris on the bed. He helped him slide under the comforter, pulled off the canvas shoes he’d picked up for Chris, and then tucked him in. “Get some sleep, Chris,” he commanded softly. “I’ll have some tea ready for when you wake.”

“‘Kay,” Chris muttered, almost already asleep. Manon stood in the doorway, waiting and listening, and within thirty seconds, he heard Chris’s soft snores.

It had been three days of torture and blue balls. Manon desperately fought his urges to just take his hurting mate. It didn’t help that Chris insisted on parading around in jean shorts and skimpy t-shirts.

Fortunately, Chris had slept for the first day, and most of the second. But now, he was up and around, saying he only needed ibuprofen and aspirin. Manon glanced up when he heard his mate’s footsteps and just about swallowed his tongue. The t-shirt was gone and so were the cut-offs. Instead, Chris wore the tiniest boyshorts he’d ever seen.

Chris’s lean lines were on display, showing off a flat stomach and toned legs. His small brown nipples seemed to tease Manon’s mouth as Chris stopped right in front of him. All he’d need to do was lean forward and…

“Can I watch TV with you?” Chris asked. “I’m tired of lying in bed.”

Manon licked hislips and forced his gaze to Chris’s face. His cheeky little mate was smiling down at him, a gleam of desire in his eyes. He nodded dumbly, the scent of arousal not his own rendering him speechless. The smell of his mate’s lust sent Manon’s focus sliding back down the man’s chest where he saw those nipples he wanted to suck already beaded.

Before Chris could move to sit, if he’d even had any intention of doing anything but seducing Manon, which he seriously doubted, Manon settled his hands on Chris’s hips. He focused on the hard dick outlined in the thin material of the skimpy shorts. He finally found his voice.

“You’re welcome to join me, but I’m not watching TV.”

He skimmed his thumbs along the hard ridge, caressing both sides Chris’s erection gently.

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