Bernard Frankenheimer Center Series by Hunter Troy

Author:Hunter, Troy [Hunter, Troy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

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Cliff

Holy shit.

I’m getting a hand job in the middle of a crowded restaurant. It’s the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me. And the last thing I expected from Dale. I never imagined Dale had such a wild streak in him. But the moment my lips touched his, I felt something change in him. His scent changed completely, overwhelmingly musky and pouring out pheromones. It was enough to drive me over the edge.

I had already jerked off to thoughts of him today, but this was different. This was better than the fantasy. His hand is on my dick, and I have a feeling that if we were in my truck, it would be his lips. I shudder under his touch as his fingers play against my balls. I want to roar, to cry out as the pleasure floods through me like an avalanche. But I don’t. I bite his lips when I feel the urge to bellow.

Dale sweeps his tongue through my mouth, twisting around mine. It feels familiar, like a kiss I’ve had before. It’s so familiar it feels meant to be. I’ve heard rumors of shifter mates, but I’ve never given the rumors any credibility. But if this rightness was how it felt, then I’d swear up and down I’d just found mine.

I cup his face in my hands, deepening the kiss. I need all of him, now. I want his body close to mine. But in this restaurant, out to dinner, I can’t claim him the way I need to. So I drag his face against mine instead, running my tongue over his lips, along his jaw to his ear. His breath hitches as I take his ear lobe between my teeth and flick my tongue into his ear. He’s good at being quiet, but I want him to roar for me.

I pull back, pressing my forehead against his as we both breathe raggedly. His eyes glitter in the darkness, focused intensely on me. “Do you want to get out of here?” I growl.

He nods. “Yeah.”

I zip and button my jeans and then rise, leaving a stack of bills on the table, more than enough for our dinner and drinks. Dale is right behind me, I can hear him trying to catch his breath as we walk as casually as possible from the restaurant.

The door has barely closed behind us before I’ve tugged him to me again. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply, encouraging his mouth open with my tongue. His lips part willingly for me and I delve into his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip. He groans in my arms, loud now that we’ve left the show behind. We stumble to my truck, our lips locked the entire time.

I press him against the door of the cab as I fumble for the handle and my keys. His hand is on my dick again, the other under my shirt. I manage to open the door and I spin us around it.

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