What the Cat Dragged in (Sanctuary Book 2) by Tortuga BA

Author:Tortuga, BA [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Turtlehat Creatives
Published: 2019-10-09T16:00:00+00:00

15

Brock lay naked on the little porch of the cabin, swinging one foot down off the boards. Two days. They’d been in their little—private—mountain hideaway for two glorious days.

He might never move again.

Hell, the way Connor had torn his ass up, he may never be able to.

He grinned, turning his head to look at the big, beautiful bobcat who lay in a patch of sun about ten feet from the porch. They’d asked for the most remote cabin, just so no one spotted a kitty or wolf lurking around and freaked out.

Connor was basking, huge feet up in the air, belly exposed. That stubby tail plopped against the ground every so often, and his whiskers twitched.

Scratching his belly, Brock pondered. Water or beer? That was the eternal question. They also had some weird, fizzy ginger beer thing.

Beer. We have some in the fridge.

“You gonna go all human on me to have one too?” Brock spoke aloud, not willing to acknowledge the brain talk yet.

Absolutely. Connor rose and padded over to him. Then Connor stretched long and low, his claws digging into the wood on the porch.

“Cool.” Brock climbed to his feet and moved inside to grab two Coronas from the wee fridge.

Connor pounced on his ass, claws carefully held in.

“No fair when I’m holding the beer!” He bumped Connor with one hip.

Connor nuzzled his hip, furry cheek going smooth.

“Now, that’s more than fair.” He stroked Connor’s hair, the rough dreads so familiar now.

“I like it here, very much.” Connor nibbled his belly.

“Do you? ’Cause I gotta say, I’m a fan.” Connor was orally obsessed. The man could suck for hours.

“I do.” Connor licked and lapped, biting a little path all the way up.

Brock was just selfish enough to let Connor have this whenever he wanted. Of course, he did kinda feel like a dork standing there with a beer in each hand like a tree with longneck fruit.

Connor laughed for him, sucked one nipple for a second, then took his beer.

“Laugh, Ragbone, but I probably looked like an ass.”

“No, you have an ass, and a damn fine one.” Connor popped the top and lay back on one elbow.

“Do I? Not too fuzzy?”

“It’s nicely furry. Pettable.”

“Thanks.” Brock chuckled, sitting cross-legged on the floor again. “God, it’s pretty out here.”

“It is. Should we cook steaks tonight?”

“Heck yeah. We got stuff for the grill.” Every cabin had a little grill. The grates were all too low, but they’d raised it up with some flat rocks.

“Excellent.” Connor yawned, jaw cracking.

“Lazybones.” He got it. Brock wanted to sleep and snuggle and bask in the sun too.

“I rest when I can. I never know when I have to find something.”

“Does it wake you up in the middle of the night?” He had to admit, he was curious about Connor’s gift.

“Sometimes. I never know. It’s a tug in the pit of my belly. I was in Oregon when I heard you.”

“No shit?” Brock stared. “You just started driving?”

“I did. I was in Colorado before I knew I’d find you.

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