Wesley (Leopard’s Spots) by Bradford Bailey

Author:Bradford, Bailey [Bradford, Bailey]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2013-02-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Shit. Wes had scented the arousal first. Then the fear had eventually got through to him. Now Armando was giving off enough mixed signals to derail every one of Wes’ good intentions. Actually, he wasn’t sure which intentions were good anymore. Lying to Armando would be stupid, but telling him the truth sure seemed like a good way to freak him the fuck out. That was the last thing Wes wanted to do. Besides being concerned over the knot Armando had on his head, he wanted to get back to doing what they’d been doing for the past while.

And now he had Armando asking him about a damned stupid mistake he’d made when he’d felt the beginnings of the mental link blossoming between them. It was a sign of destined mates, that link. Some shifters and their mates could hear every thought the other had if they so desired, and some only picked up the bare minimum of feelings, but it was always there. Wes had only learned these things a few years ago himself. He came from a family of snow leopard shifters that didn’t know much about their heritage, but they were learning. Now if he could only learn to keep his mouth shut.

“Wes. Tell me,” Armando urged. There was that mix of fear and hope in Armando’s expression, in those dark, dark eyes that Wes wanted to kiss the worry from. Damn it, he wanted to kiss every inch of Armando’s body.

“I—” Wes began just before there was a loud knock on the door. Wes said a silent prayer of thanks for the timely reprieve as he shot to his feet and pointed at Armando. “Please, just stay there, okay? That should be Remus. Let him look you over first, please.” He’d have begged some more but Armando gave him the tiniest nod of agreement. Wes sighed in relief and darted to the door. He twisted the knob then cursed when it didn’t turn. Armando must have locked the door when he’d shut it, a fact that had Wes wondering just what Armando had thought would go on between them where they would have needed the door locked. Whatever it was, Armando had been right to flick that lock.

Wes turned the knob again and stepped back to let Remus in. “Sir. Remus.” Wes wasn’t really sure how to address Remus. Not in this situation, anyway.

“Remus, please.” He held out his hand and Wes shook it. “I am still the same man as I was yesterday and every day before then.” Remus tugged and the handshake turned into a hearty hug, Wes not thumping the old man’s back nearly as hard as Remus whacked his.

“Uh. Armando. He hit his head pretty hard,” Wes gritted out, relieved when Remus stopped being so affectionate after the first couple of words. They stepped out of their embrace.

“I’m not dead or unconscious,” Armando grumbled. “And I’m getting up.”

“No, you are not.” Remus spoke with a quiet command that Wes couldn’t imagine anyone disobeying.

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