4 FLAMES: "I get super excited when I find a new-to-me author and if it's a shifter tale then I'm even more jazzed. 'Bailey: Bending the Rules' is book one in the 'Pack Leaders' series and the description intrigued me enough to want to jump right in. I always find each author’s world building to be fascinating and also what standard lore they might have kept, or what new ideas they've introduced. A good beginning to a new series. I liked Bailey as the most easygoing of the brothers and Jeremy was wonderful as his mate. They got the stepdad taken care of, but the missing people are still a mystery. I guess I'll need to read book two to get more into the suspense."—Christy, Rainbow Book Reviews
Bailey sat out in the parking lot for about fifteen minutes before he could muster up the courage to finally enter the place. Being so close to Jeremy made his heart race again, almost as if he’d run there all the way from home. He was nervous and that wasn’t a trait he was entirely used to.
The diner was unfortunately a bit more crowded now, but the worst of the lunch rush had passed. He saw Emma talking to a couple of regulars while taking their orders and he spotted Jeremy standing behind the counter, refilling coffee mugs and serving up slices of cherry pie.
Despite the spikey hair and the piercing, Jeremy looked to be fitting in with the crowd. He was laughing and joking with a couple of the guys that Bailey recognized as some of his friends from the pack.
Bailey felt his wolf growling menacingly. At least one of the guys sitting there was unmated and though Bailey was pretty sure the guy wasn’t into dudes, he thought he was laughing a little too loudly at Jeremy’s jokes. Also, Bailey felt certain that if any of his packmates were bi-curious, then his Jeremy would be prime stock as far as sating someone’s curiosity.
Taking a deep breath, Bailey calmed himself. He was not used to this possessive jealousy. However, even if the wolves at the counter were curious about Jeremy, Bailey knew they wouldn’t do anything about it when learning that Bailey had a claim on him. Shifters always respected mates. It was a higher power that was an absolute. And if the one doing the claiming was also an Alpha, one should back down especially quick. Just because Bailey was the easy-going brother didn’t make him any less of a leader.
Bailey sat down at the counter, a few seats to the left from his friends. They would still hear everything that he said to Jeremy, but this time it was kind of the point.
“Hey you, did you forget something?” Jeremy asked him.
“Uhm… well, yeah… I did,” Bailey answered.
“Nothing has turned up since you left, but you’re free to search the booth where you and your brothers were sitting,” Jeremy offered.
Bailey tilted his head to the side, “How did you know we’re brothers?”
“You guys are very similar.” Jeremy gave him a smile.
Bailey frowned. “No, we’re not.”
“Yeah, you kinda are, maybe not completely, but you all have the same jaw and general body build, despite that one brother of yours who seems to have taken it a bit far. And you have the same colored eyes. Which seem to be a shade of brown I haven’t quite seen before.”
“You’re very observant, aren’t you?” Bailey said, not really asking. His mate had been spot on.
“I tend to easily take in my surroundings, I usually don’t miss much.” Jeremy shrugged.
“Well, maybe some things.” Bailey smiled.
It was Jeremy’s turn to frown. “What do you mean?”
“I’m pretty sure he isn’t here to collect a lost wallet,” one of the pack members snickered.
“Thanks, Frank, I’m getting to it,” Bailey said, annoyed.
Jeremy gave him a strange look as he seemed to suspect what Bailey was up to.
“Well, I was thinking, if you’re not working too late, that since you’re new here,” Bailey started, “I could maybe show you around. The town might be small, but you’ll be surprised how much you can get into around here.”
“Oh,” Jeremy said.
Bailey didn’t miss the nervous glance he shot at the other diners as he talked.
“Nothing big, I just figured I could show you the place,” Bailey finished, looking hopefully at Jeremy as he waited for a reply.
“Uhm, well…” he started saying.
“Oh, go on,” Frank interrupted again.
However, this time Bailey was glad that he did.
“Bailey’s good stock and you won’t find too many bigots around these parts.” Frank gave Jeremy a wink.
Jeremy looked a little shocked at what had been said. Shaking his head, he looked back at Bailey, “Uhm, okay. Tomorrow would probably be better though. I’ve already promised I would help Alby with something tonight.”
“That’s perfect,” Bailey said with a huge grin on his face. “I can pick you up at Alby’s tomorrow around five? Or six?”
“How about six thirty,” Jeremy said, giving him a crooked smile in return.
“Perfect,” Bailey agreed. “I’ll see you then.”
Bailey had to work very hard to save his victory dance until he was out of Jeremy’s sight, but he did get several strange looks from people in the parking lot. Not that he gave a shit.
He’d found his mate and they were going on a date. What better reasons could there be for a victory dance?
Bailey twisted them around again and as soon as Jeremy was on his back, he started trying to pry Jeremy out of his ridiculously tight jeans.
“Christ,” Bailey growled, “how do you even get these on?”
Jeremy laughed. “Well, I can either have a nice ass or I can wear slacks. Besides, you can’t tell me you’ve not enjoyed the view.”
Bailey blushed, but he was pretty sure it was camouflaged by his already flush body.
Together they managed to remove the dreadful piece of clothing without Bailey having to tear it to shreds.
With the jeans gone, Bailey could focus on his prize. Jeremy arched his back and groaned as Bailey slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers and gripped his mate’s now throbbing dick.
Bailey savored the lustful look on his mate’s face as he determinedly started stroking his mate's cock.
“Bay…” Jeremy moaned and pushed into the touch.
Not having the restraint to pace himself, Bailey started kissing his mate’s chest and down towards his bellybutton. Reaching it, he delved his tongue inside and he could feel Jeremy’s abs tighten.
Feeling particularly devious, he let his free hand travel down between his mate's legs and squeezed Jeremy's balls, making him moan.
Bailey could have tortured his mate like this for hours if Jeremy hadn’t pushed against his shoulders, urging them to switch places.
Bailey hesitated, not wanting to stop what he was doing, but at the same time, curiosity got the better of him. What exactly did Jeremy have planned for him?
His mate did quick work of Bailey’s remaining clothes and gave him a predatory grin before he straddled him.
Bailey’s disappointment that his mate wasn’t aiming for a blowjob only lasted about a second as he realized his hardened dick was now nuzzled between his mate’s perfect asscheeks and though he hadn’t penetrated him yet, Jeremy made him feel as if he had as he ground his ass against his cock.
Bailey growled. He wanted to bite Jeremy so hard that a hundred years could go by and the mating mark would still be a bright red screaming property of Bailey. He literally had to chew on his own lip to keep himself from doing just that.
Jeremy needed to give him the okay before he could go ahead and mark him and that meant laying all the cards on the table first.
His mate bent down and kissed him, pushing his body against his and Bailey used the opportunity to properly feel up his mate. Jeremy wasn’t as muscled as himself, but his mate felt far from frail in his arms. He was just right, not weak, but not so strong that his body was completely hard…
Well, one part is pretty hard, Bailey thought to himself with a mental grin as he felt Jeremy's warm and throbbing cock pushed firmly against his stomach.
Suddenly, Jeremy pulled back with a frown on his face as he seemed to be thinking hard about something.
“Shit,” Jeremy said. “I’m not sure I have protection.”
Oh, right. Condoms.
“Well,” Bailey looked for any words that would spur his mate on, “we probably don’t need…”
He shut up as he saw the look of disapproval on his mate’s face. Bailey couldn’t blame him. Using protection was smart and essential for anything other than a supernatural creature that literally couldn’t catch anything during intimate moments.
“Hang on,” Jeremy told him and regrettably left the bed.
Bailey whimpered pathetically at the loss of skin-to-skin contact as his mate rushed over to one of his still partially packed bags and started rummaging through its contents.
Bailey ached, but at least he could check out his mate's ass as he bent over to search his bag. Bailey groaned and stroked his throbbing dick as he enjoyed the view.
After what seemed like ages, Jeremy let out a triumphant cry as he pulled out a condom.
“Thank God,” Bailey groaned. His body was aching painfully from his arousal and if Jeremy hadn’t found a condom, Bailey was pretty sure he might have ended up crying, like actual tears.
Bailey was quick to grab his mate as Jeremy returned to the bed. Bailey needed physical contact to keep himself from malfunctioning.
This time, Bailey was back on top and he started by sucking up a possessive mark on Jeremy’s neck. He might not be able to properly claim him yet, but this was the second best thing.
His mate moaned and squirmed under his body.
Bailey kept kissing and sucking up marks all over his lover’s body and grinding his cock alongside Jeremy’s own hard dick. Using one hand to hold on to Jeremy, Bailey let his other one to trace up his mate’s arm up to the waiting condom.
Bailey promised himself he’d spend more time on foreplay the next time, but between the make-out session on the couch and having had Jeremy straddling him in all his naked glory, Bailey was running out of time.
He stood up on his knees so that he could put it on and was relieved to find out that the condom was pre-lubed. Pushing it down his length, he looked down at his mate, “Ready?”
Jeremy gave a breathy laugh and spread his legs more. “When you are.”