[Siren Publishing: The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Alternative, Paranormal, Fantasy, MM, HEA]
Getty is up to his eyeballs in frustration after his father moves in. Worse, his father’s bimbo girlfriend moves in, too. Neither has a job, and Getty’s aggravation is mounting. He decides to go out for a night of fun, and runs into a dreamy guy who sweeps him off his feet. But it was just a one-night stand. No strings attached. Too bad Donnchadh is trying to attach strings.
Donny is trying to forget he nearly died, and finding a male to lose himself in for a night seems simple enough. Until he meets Getty, a guy who seems out of place at Pump. One sexual encounter later and Donny realizes he’s found his mate, but pinning Getty down is proving nearly impossible. When things start to unravel and hellhounds invade Maple Grove, it’s up to Donny to protect Getty and prove to his mate that a one-night stand could turn into so much more if Getty would only give them half a chance.
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
Maybe he should’ve gone to Tilted instead. It was more for the older crowd, but he was willing to bet he wouldn’t be stomped on, shoved aside, and be in danger of losing his hearing.
God, he was only twenty-eight, but already he felt worn down, too old to even enjoy partying anymore.
How had time passed him by so quickly? Just yesterday he’d turned twenty-one and was having the time of his life with Pete. His parents had still been married, though they hadn’t been getting along. Life had seemed so simple just seven short years ago.
“If you truly believe you’re gonna pull one over on me, you’ve got another think coming.”
The dark, masculine voice caught Getty’s attention. He looked to his right and saw a stranger seated on the next couch over, a twink standing over the stranger, his arms crossed, his lip out in a pout.
Curious, Getty took a sip of his beer as he watched the twink try to use his body to convince the stranger of giving him whatever he was asking for.
The stranger? Shit. He was smoking hot. The guy had pretty skin, the color of coffee beans, and long dreadlocks that were so sinfully sexy that Getty’s fingers itched to dive into them. He had a low-trimmed beard and mustache that was expertly cut and was slouched, leaning on one arm.
“I’m not trying to get one over on you,” the twink said with a pout. He slid to his knees and petted the guy’s muscular chest. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with paying for it.”
The guy with the dreads snorted. “I’ve never paid for sex, and I’m not starting now.”
“Fine.” The twink got up and stormed off. Getty quickly turned his head when Dreads glanced his way.
Getty looked up and saw a muscular guy in leather winking at him. He looked like one of those leather bears Getty had seen when searching the internet late at night on websites he probably shouldn’t have been on.
The guy took a seat right next to Getty and starting pawing him. “How about you and me go back to your place? I can show you a real good time.”
Getty leaned away from the guy, slapping at his hands, which were everywhere. “No thanks.”
“Your lips say no, but your eyes are screaming to be dominated.” He groped Getty’s dick.
Getty jumped up and backed away. Leather Bear got up and stalked toward him. “Don’t be shy, handsome.”
“The male said no.”
Getty whipped his head around. Dreads was now standing, and fuck, he was tall. The expression on his face was murderous as he glared at Leather Bear.
“This is none of your business,” Leather Bear snapped. “Mind your own.”
Dreads moved past Getty and got real close, so close it looked as if they would kiss. Getty held his breath, pressing his bottle against his chest as if it would protect him.
“You either walk away or be carried away. I’m not gonna repeat myself.”
The snarl to his voice made Getty want to obey. His gaze bounced between the two, wondering if there was going to be a fight. That was something he didn’t want to see.
Leather Bear curled his lips and headed for the steps, shoving aside a few people on his way down. Getty still hadn’t breathed. Why on earth would a complete stranger stick up for him? Why would he threaten someone for a guy he didn’t even know?
Dreads turned, and fuck, he looked dangerous, lethal, and so damn hot.
Dreads gave a single nod. “You can chill. No one else will bother you.”
Getty was ready to leave, but he didn’t dare move. Dreads had given an offer, and it would’ve been rude for Getty not to accept. He dropped back down on the couch, and Dreads returned to his own.
He wanted to strike up a conversation but couldn’t think of anything to say. Dreads was so out of Getty’s league that the guy just might laugh at him if he offered to go home with him.
After all, Getty had wanted to get laid, and no one in the club interested him more than Dreads did. Too bad he didn’t have the guts to ask.
“You here by yourself, shorty?”
Getty looked at Dreads and pressed his hand against his own chest. “You talking to me?”
Dreads smiled, and it was the nicest smile Getty had ever seen. He was back to leaning on one arm, as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to lie down or sit up. “Yeah, I’m talking to you. What’s your name?”
“Gettysburg, but please call me Getty.”
One dark brow arched. “Did your parents hate you?”
That made Getty laugh. “I’ve asked them that a million times. My mom was a college professor, obsessed with Abraham Lincoln and that era.”
But damn, couldn’t she have chosen another name for him? Getty would’ve been happy with Abraham or even Lincoln. He been teased his whole life about his name, making his school years grueling.
His father even thought it was funny when he would say, “Gettysburg, get your address over here.”
Thank fuck he didn’t say that anymore.
“And your name?” Getty took another drink of his beer. It was getting warm, and he wanted another but didn’t want to get up. He was enjoying his conversation with the guy.
“Donnchadh, but call me Donny.”
Getty’s eyes widened. “And you’re making fun of my name?”
Don-cha. In truth, Getty liked it. It was unique, but not embarrassing like Gettysburg. It was even kind of exotic.
“It’s Irish.” Donnchadh winked. “You can even call me Duncan.”
“I think I like Donnchadh,” Getty said. “If that’s okay with you.”
“Shorty, you can call me whatever you like.” He patted the cushion next to him. “Why don’t you come closer so I can hear you better?”
Donny slanted his head, devouring Getty’s mouth, grinding their cocks together before he reared back, panting, his chest rising and falling quickly, staring down at Getty’s kiss-swollen lips.
Donny tore his shirt over his head, keeping his back to Getty, keeping the deep gashes that Phoenyx had been unable to heal away from the human’s eyes, away from questions he might ask or pity he might give.
Getty gazed up at him, his eyes glassy, a crooked smile on his face. Donny ran his hands under his lover’s shirt and tweaked his nipples while biting into his own bottom lip.
Getty shivered and groaned as his eyelids fluttered closed. That was exactly what Donny wanted to see, the way he made his lovers feel. The look of pleasure on their faces. The way they grabbed for him, wanting more.
“Take your shirt off, handsome.”
Getty wiggled until his shirt was over his head and floating to the floor. Donny leaned in, suckling the hard nub between his teeth, lavishing the pebbled skin with his tongue.
He trapped Getty’s hands when the human tried to run them through Donny’s hair. He wanted the guy to know off the bat who was in charge, who was running this, though he planned on bringing Getty so much pleasure.
“But the dreads are so pretty,” Getty panted. “I want to touch them.”
Donny nipped Getty’s chest. “Sorry, babe. No one touches the dreads.”
Donny got that a lot, people coming up to him, asking to touch, and some, with no fucking manners, touching without even asking. He took great pride in his hair, and fuck, it was just rude.
But maybe, with this hot little number squirming under him, Donny would make an exception.
Donny let a growl rumble in the back of his throat. “Go ahead, shorty. Just don’t pull.”
With a wide grin, Getty smoothed his hand down Donny’s dreads. “They’re so soft.”
“And so are you.” Donny wiggled his brows. He pulled himself from the bed and finished undressing. His cock jutted out, hard, pre-cum at the slit.
Getty rolled to his hands and knees, looking so seductive that Donny wasn’t sure he could hold out. He was tempted to flip the man and fuck him until they both couldn’t walk.
But he breathed out slowly, allowing the simmering heat to build into a roaring fire as Getty crawled to him and enveloped Donny’s cock with his lips.
“Shit,” Donny hissed. He stroked Getty’s hair and then placed his hand under the man’s jaw. “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock.”
He punched his hips upward, tugging at Getty’s hair, strangling the strands as he tossed his head back. Donny bit his lower lip so hard he almost drew blood. Fuck, the male knew how to suck cock.
Donny’s brain melted as electrical fingers worked their way up his spine. He let out a strange noise then snarled out as he came down Getty’s throat.
Getty backed away, licking his lips, smiling up at Donny. “Now what?”
Was the guy for real? “I’m far from done with you.” Donny was going to make this a night they would both remember. He would forget about the pain that still ached through his back, forget that he was still single, and forget that he hadn’t been allowed to take Amir’s kids to fucking Disney World.
Donny just wanted to forget and get lost in the human who was so willing to let him use his body to drown himself in.
Donny bent, capturing Getty’s lips in a sensual kiss. He took over Getty’s mouth, a wild, searing kiss that left them both breathless. “Turn around.”
With a glint of lust in his eyes, Getty turned, presenting his ass to Donny. Mother fuck. Donny grabbed the base of his cock and closed his eyes, calming his racing heart.
Donny guided his cock to Getty’s entrance, his fist damn near strangling his erection. He gritted his teeth as his natural lube took over, spurting out and easing the ring of muscles. Getty must’ve been lost in what they were doing, because he didn’t say a word about lube or the wetness he felt against his hole.
Getty slowly worked Donny inside him. They both groaned when the head of his cock breached Getty. His hips instinctively jerked. Donny locked his muscles into place, allowing Getty to adjust to his length as smooth wetness surrounded his cock.
He gripped Getty’s hips, tilting his head back as pleasure wrapped around him. A long and deep moan escaped from him as Getty rocked back and forth.
Donny fought the growl threatening to erupt. The incredible pleasure of Getty’s flesh against his was nearly maddening. Unable to stand it any longer, he thrust hard, groaning on every stroke at the tight heat clasping him.
Instinct guided him now. Donny couldn’t control it. He thrust his cock inside Getty, the pleasure so damn good he wanted to snarl with it.
“You feel so fucking good.” Getty’s moan was a hard gasp, a breathless sound as his hands curled into the bedding, strangling the cover.
“Ditto, shorty,” Donny whispered as he moved his hand to Getty’s swollen cock and stroked it gently.
He didn’t plan on stopping until they both were spent and sweaty. This was the first time he had ever been at the point of losing control so quickly. Donny was stunned by his body’s reaction. His balls drew up tight against his body, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.
Then he felt it. A powerful fist right inside his chest, the deep connection that snapped into place, their souls merging as one.
He was fucking his mate.
Donny was overwhelmed by the revelation. So shocked that he nearly pulled out. A hookup at a club. A one-night stand. Someone Donny didn’t know a thing about.