Soul Familiar 1: Lucky Dog by Kate Steele

Author:Kate Steele [Steele, Kate]
Format: epub
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
Published: 2010-02-14T01:32:41+00:00

Chapter Five

I couldn't help it. I groaned. A mutual move brought our lips together and we opened to each other. Tyler's sweet moans vibrated against my tongue as he wiggled deeper into our embrace. I could feel his cock making a comeback against my belly and I wanted to shout with the rush of delirium that swept through me. I slid my hands down and under the cheeks of his ass and lifted him. Tyler automatically wound his legs around my waist, a good thing too as I was through wasting time. With him securely wrapped around me, I headed for the bedroom.

Just as we came even with the top of the stairs there was a knock at the front door. We both froze. Our lips parted and as though by some mutual agreement our heads turned in the direction of the sound.

"Are you gonna see who it is?” he breathlessly asked.

"Fuck, no."

"But..."

"I don't care who the fuck it is."

Tyler's arms tightened around me. “Fine by me."

Another knock sounded and this time a muffled voice called out, “Hey, Alex! Man, open up, the beer's gettin’ warm."

A biting shock of dismay crashed over me. “Oh fuck. It's Wednesday."

"Yeah?"

"I've got friends who come over on Wednesday night for pool and ESPN."

"Oh, shit."

"No kidding."

Reluctantly I eased my hold on Tyler and muttered dire curses when his legs caressed mine on their way down and away from me. He got his feet under him and I grimaced and took stock of us. Here he was well on the way to looking totally debauched with a bare butt and a half hard cock peeking out from beneath his tee shirt and I wasn't in much better shape. The only real difference was my cock was at full mast and covered, although the tent in my lounging pants did little enough to hide it.

"Shit. Grab your pants and go get cleaned up. I'll go down and let them in."

"You gonna let them see you like that?” Tyler asked, dubiously eyeing my cock.

"Hell, no.” With a snap of my fingers my soft pants were traded for jeans. I winced at having my cock crammed against my body and contained by the stiffer fabric but it was better than putting on a display for my buddies, especially as I'd never hear the end of it. Pulling my own tee shirt from the waistband to complete the job of hiding the fact that I had a raging hard-on, I gingerly started downstairs. “Hurry up."

At the front door I paused long enough to make sure Tyler was out of sight then opened it. Standing on the front steps were Kent Paradiso and Jerry Kellen. Kent's black Mustang was parked in the driveway. Ross Tyner was just driving in and he parked behind it.

"Hey, guys,” I greeted, doing my best not to snap at them because of the utter frustration I was feeling. I stood aside to let them pass. “Is it my imagination or are you early?"

"We're not early. It's seven.

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