“Dad, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Wyatt asked in a soft tone. “I don’t have to go.”
“Wy, don’t be silly.” Grayson wrapped his arms around his son’s thin body. The kid was only fourteen years old and as tall as him. He got his height from Nate. Before long his son would be towering over him. “I can do this. In fact, I want to do this.” He pulled back enough to look his son in the eye. “It’ll be a little adventure for both of us. It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah.” Wyatt smiled and nodded his head. “It will be. Thanks, Dad.” Wyatt hugged him around the waist so hard he couldn’t breathe. “I’ll go finish packing.” With that, Wyatt ran out of the room.
“Maybe I can—”
“Stop right there.” Grayson pointed a finger at Nate. “Wyatt is my son, too, and I can take him to this basketball camp. Corbin said it was recommended by his coach, so Wyatt is going.” Corbin was Nate’s mate and one of Grayson’s good friends. When Grayson expressed his concerns about traveling alone with Wyatt, Corbin told him he was being silly. Grayson was an intelligent man who could do whatever he wanted. He was free from hiding. Corbin believed in him. “And no you can’t rearrange anything. You and Corbin are celebrating your anniversary, and like I told Corbin, Texas is not the place to spend a week’s vacation. And for you.” Grayson turned to look at his brother. “Dean and Oz need you here. They’re your family. Wyatt and I will be fine.”
“So uh can I go with you?” Dean sat up, eyes hopeful.
“No!” Grayson shook his head. “You guys, I got this.” He shrugged. “I’ll admit I’m a little frightened about going someplace this far on my own, but I need to do it. I’m a twenty-seven-year-old man who needs to be able to do things on his own. Being coddled by you lot is annoying.”
“Also a twenty-seven-year-old virgin,” Dean whispered under his breath just loud enough for Grayson to hear. Grayson gasped in mortification, and Dean grinned up at him. “All I’m saying is you got some time to yourself. There’s nothing wrong with getting your groove on while you’re in Texas. You know what they say. Everything is bigger in Texas.”
“Dear God.” Owen groaned. “Why?”
“Um…I…Uh…” Grayson fumbled for a response to his brother-in-law’s colorful description.
“Dean, I think you’re broken on the inside.” Nate held a sleeping Oz in his arms. “Owen, let’s hope your genes are stronger than Dean’s,” he teased.
“Cut me some slack.” Dean ran his hand over his head. “It's been three weeks since I got any. I have sex on the brain nonstop.”
“Gross.” Grayson went back to packing his bag. “I so don’t need to be hearing this.”
“Corbin and I don’t leave until the day after tomorrow. I’ll take Oz home with me, and he can stay the night, and you two can get reacquainted,” Nate offered.
Grayson’s cheeks flushed with heat just from listening to the others make arrangements so that Dean and Owen could have a sex date. Grayson’s ears burned as they continued to talk and he could hear the soft, sexy tone in Dean’s voice. The last thing he wanted in his head were images of any of them having sex.
Grayson zipped up his suitcase, grabbed it up off the bed, and turned to look at Nate. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Owen and Dean, with baby Oz in his arms, walked Nate, Grayson, and Wyatt out to the car. They said good-bye and got into Nate’s truck and headed for the airport.
“And you have all the registration papers, right?” Nate asked as he escorted them into the airport.
“Yes, Nate.” Grayson rolled his eyes. “Corbin and I got it all situated last week. All the calls have been made, money has been paid. Only thing left for us to do is to get there.”
“What about your hotel reservation?” Nate held the door open for Grayson and Wyatt.
“Got it and the car rental reservation.” Grayson turned to smile at Nate. “We’re all set, Nate. You don’t have to worry.”
“I know. It's just…I worry, okay?” Nate pulled Wyatt in for a hug, then reached for Grayson. “You’re like one of my best friends, Gray, and we share a son. You two are my family. I love you both.” Nate patted Grayson on the back and took a step back. “Call me if you guys need anything, got it?”
“Yes, sir.” Grayson gave a mock salute and giggled.
“Yes, Dad.” Wyatt leaned in to give Nate one more hug good-bye. “But I think Dad’s got it covered.” Wyatt looked at him with his big, green, trusting eyes and Grayson’s heart clinched.
“Okay.” Nate shook his head and grinned. “I’ll see you both in a couple of weeks.”
Grayson and Wyatt headed to the counter to check in and get their boarding passes. They went through the security check line and then headed toward their flight.
“You nervous, Dad?” Wyatt asked.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Grayson put his hand on the back of Wyatt’s neck and gave him a gentle squeeze. This was a big step for both of them but one that Grayson was ready to take. It was time for them to start living their lives like everyone else. “Don’t worry, Son. We got this.”
“Do you want me?” Conner said through clenched teeth. When the other man didn’t answer quickly enough, Conner gripped him by his biceps and applied a gentle pressure. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” The man whimpered and burrowed his face into the crook of his neck, breathing deeply.
No more words needed to be spoken. Conner fisted his hand in the other man’s long hair and jerked his head back to cover his lips with his own. He prodded his tongue at the plump, moist lips, and he cried out, opening up for Conner. The sweet taste of vanilla exploded over his tongue, and he groaned into the kiss. Conner used his other arm to pull the man closer.
Thin arms wound around his waist and the slight scrape of claws had Conner groaning and tightening his grip. His hard cock jabbed the guy in the stomach, and he rocked his hips forward, needing more contact, needing to mark this man. Every primal instinct inside him screamed to claim this man, but that was insane. He was straight, wasn’t he?
The man raised his arms from Conner’s waist and wrapped them around Conner’s neck, and then he jumped into his arms. The light body ground against his in jerky movements. A fine layer of sweat covered their naked bodies, allowing them to slide against one another.
Conner scraped his fingernails down the man’s back until he gripped his round, hard ass cheeks. They were smooth like the rest of him. Conner moved his fingers inward, edging into the crease of his ass and moaning when he felt the rippled skin around his opening.
“Yes,” the man cried out.
The other man’s stiff cock jabbed into Conner’s hard abs, and he could feel the sticky pre-cum drenching his skin. The fruity, sweet scent rolling off this gorgeous creature consumed Conner in a way no one ever had. This wasn’t just sex. This was life changing, earth-shattering.
But what did it mean?
Conner dropped to his knees and laid the man on the damp grass. He didn’t break the kiss as he lowered his body on top of the other man’s. If anything he deepened it, jamming his tongue so deep the man had to open his jaw wide to accommodate it.
After what felt like hours, Conner broke the kiss to lick down the slim chest. The man arched his back and whimpered as Conner ravaged his nipples, sucking one while plucking the other with his fingertips. The hard, pebbled flesh grew puffy and sensitive. If the way the man was reacting was any indication, he loved it, and Conner only wanted to give him more pleasure.
He worked his way down the vertical indention of the man’s chest leading to his soft stomach coming to stop at the weeping tip of his cock. The pink, tight flesh glistened with his excitement, and Conner couldn’t resist. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at the clear juice.
“So good,” he hummed as he fed more of the pulsing shaft into his mouth.
Had someone told Conner four days ago he’d being kissing a man, let alone sucking his cock, he would have told them they were crazy, but not now. Conner couldn’t believe how right and natural all this felt. It was as if his body had a mind of its own and knew exactly what to do. Conner had had his dick sucked hundreds of times before, and it wasn’t such a stretch to incorporate what he liked for his small wolf.
The man’s breathing escalated and Conner could feel his muscles flexing as he neared his orgasm, but Conner wasn’t ready for this to be over. He pulled off the slick cock and sat up on his knees between the man’s spread thighs. The man blinked open his eyes, the bright, glowing green as mesmerizing as it was intriguing.
The corner of Conner’s lip curved up into a menacing grin. He had this man right where he wanted him. The guy didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. Conner could see the desire in his eyes, and he was practically begging for it. And Conner was more than eager to give it to him.
Conner grabbed him by the hips and flipped him over. The man landed with an oomph and quickly crawled up onto his hands and knees. He glanced over his shoulder to stare at Conner. His sharp white teeth bit into his kiss-swollen bottom lip. In that moment, Conner had never seen a more beautiful sight.
Conner lowered his eyes to the perky, white ass sticking up in the air. He scooted forward and squeezed the heated globes in his big hands and pulled them apart to see the prize nestled in between.
“Oh, God,” Conner whispered.
The pink, little bud was hairless and fluttered every time Conner massaged the cheeks apart. The flesh looked so fresh and clean and smelled of that maddening vanilla plum scent. Conner had to have a taste.
Conner leaned in close and pressed his wide tongue to the man’s opening. He shouted and stiffened but didn’t pull away. Conner smiled as he licked with more force, digging his tongue into the tight opening. It was so snug Conner was worried his tongue would be snapped off. He’d had anal sex before, but never had he felt such a tight ass clutching his tongue. Conner lifted one finger and tugged at the damp opening, teasing and pulling until he finally slipped the digit inside. The man tensed up. Conner smoothed his other hand over his side, soothing him until he relaxed enough for Conner to fuck him with his finger.