How to Howl at the Moon by Eli Easton

Author:Eli Easton [Easton, Eli]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hewlett-Packard
Published: 2015-02-22T05:00:00+00:00

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Lance was happy as he drove Tim home. Tim hadn’t rejected his company at the party. In fact, there were tantalizing wafts of interest coming from him that had increased over the course of the night, small tells of arousal and curiosity. His hazel eyes had darkened to liquid brown. His earthy scent warmed and turned heady and musky. Lance had edged closer little by little, and Tim hadn’t pulled away. Tim liked Lance. He liked him, as a man!

Then again, Tim was also more than a little drunk.

They pulled into Tim’s driveway. Lance put the car in park but left the engine on. Now what? Don’t blow it.

“Thanks for the ride.” Tim rolled his head on the headrest to look at Lance. His hand was on the door handle, but he didn’t seem eager to get away. He looked relaxed from the alcohol and… expectant.

The low-level excitement that had been running through Lance’s body all night blossomed hot and heavy in his stomach. And suddenly it was achingly clear. Shit. He did. He liked Tim that way. He loved being with Tim, and now that he was in his human form, and Tim was looking at him all open and wanting, the affection slammed into physical desire so hard it was like a kick to the balls.

Lance swallowed. Should he try to… kiss Tim? Or…?

He hesitated too long, unsure what was best. Tim suddenly blushed, as if embarrassed, and opened the door. “Right. Good-night,” he mumbled. He headed for the cabin, weaving a little.

Lance considered chasing after him, making sure he got inside okay, maybe trying the kiss after all. But was that the right thing to do? He knew he could be overbearing. The last thing he wanted was to scare Tim away, not when he’d made such progress tonight. So he just sat and watched while Tim let himself inside, closed the door, and turned on the lights.

Lance put the truck in reverse and pulled out. He paused at the end of the driveway, then turned right and continued up the hill to the lookout point at the top of Broad Eagle Drive. He hesitated, telling himself he shouldn’t. But he couldn’t resist. He took off his clothes and shifted. Soon he was at Tim’s back door, barking and scratching on the wood.

“Chance!” Tim threw the door open. He’d already changed into his pjs. “Where’ve you been, buddy? Did you come earlier and I wasn’t here? Sorry. I left the greenhouse door open and a bowl of food in there, but I guess you didn’t see it.”

Chance wove past Tim’s flannel-covered legs, brushing his coat against them.

“I went to a party tonight. Can you believe it? This town is really nice. And guess who hung around me all night long and drove me home? The sheriff!” Tim looked at Chance with wide eyes, as if he expected him to respond. Chance gave an enthusiastic, thumbs-up of a bark.

“I know! Crazy, huh? God, he’s so good-looking.” Tim’s happy, and somewhat drunken, retelling faded.

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