Primal Need: A Sexy Male/Male Shifter Anthology by Parker Foye & Holley Trent & K.L White

Author:Parker Foye & Holley Trent & K.L White
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

If Teddy had been a coyote, or any other kind of shifter for that matter, he’d have understood what Jim was getting at. If a mate was the right one, a shifter knew the same way they knew that they were alive. Jim didn’t have to be holding Teddy on his lap—didn’t need to be drawing in his increasingly familiar scent—to know he was his. Him being in the house was enough. Being in Jim’s space was enough.

“You think you should play hard to get?” Jim asked. “Okay. I understand that a little bit. Maybe I’d feel the same way if I were making myself at home in someone else’s house, but I’m asking you to trust me. I’m asking you to give me some time to prove there’s nothing wrong with this.”

“I don’t think space is a bad thing. Even computers need processing time.”

He had a point. Jim wanted Teddy to stay, but not to feel coerced. Lasting affection couldn’t survive with that sort of start.

He clutched Teddy’s waist a little tighter, thinking. If Teddy went home, Jim would have to go with him. He didn’t want him out and about without an escort—not until everyone knew who Teddy belonged to, and not until Jim was sure no one would fuck with him. He had to assume that Carter would run his mouth. His blathering wasn’t a matter of “if,” but “when.”

“I enjoy being here,” Teddy said with a chuckle. “If you let me get too comfortable, maybe you won’t be able to get rid of me. You’ll have to find someone to dismiss me away the way I did your maid.”

Not gonna happen.

“So, you’ll come back here when you’re done with everything?”

“I guess I could.”

That wasn’t a guarantee, but he’d take it without argument. “What do you want for dinner?”

Teddy glanced over his shoulder and raised one dark blond eyebrow. “If I go to the grocery store, I could make something. Steak. Maybe a nice filet.”

“Mind if I get myself one, too?”

“I’ll go alone. Faster that way.”

Jim shook his head.

“Don’t trust me?”

“It’s not that, I just—”

“You’re picky?” Teddy snorted. “Well, duh, you’re picky, Mr. I-don’t-like-eggs-from-a-carton.”

“I’m not as picky as you think. Maybe I all I want is to hang out with you.”

“Why?”

“Because you make me laugh.”

Teddy seemed to be considering that as he rubbed his lips together and knit his brow. For a moment, he worked his nails against the denim over Jim’s thighs. Then he heaved himself from Jim’s lap and held out his hand. “Give me my jeans, your truck keys and your credit card. I’ll go home and pick up a change of clothes and then stuff for dinner.”

My truck.

Jim moved his hand slowly to his pocket and suppressed a cringe. He didn’t care so much who drove his truck, but the thing was recognizable. It was big and black with a lot of chrome, and had custom plates reading JAYWEST.

Teddy shoved his hand out farther, and Jim blew out a raspberry.

That sound made Teddy bark with laughter for some reason.

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