Harper Brooks held his hand up in the air and curled his lips back in abhorrence as he looked at the chipped nail at the end of his index finger. This was going to ruin his entire day. He wasn’t scheduled to see his manicurist for another week.
This just would not do. He could not walk around for the next seven days with a chipped nail. Not only would he snag it on everything, but knowing it needed repaired, he’d pick at it constantly. Harper’s head snapped around, quickly scanning his surroundings until he spotted a small round table at a sidewalk café.
He made a beeline for the black iron table out in front of a small corner café and nearly collided with a stranger. The bastard took his seat. Harper ignored whoever it was as he set his bag down on the surface of the table and started rummaging through it. There were some things more important and he didn’t care who’d gotten there first or who stole the chair. His bag was claiming the table.
“Don’t let me bother you.”
“Oh, you’re not bothering me.” Harper waved a dismissive hand at the man—not the chipped one—even as he inwardly acknowledged that the man’s low and smoky voice had a profound impression on his libido. He almost gave up the search for his nail file to give his attention to the man at the table, but he really hated having a chipped nail.
“Yes!” Harper pulled out his nail file and started buffing the damaged nail. He still needed to make an emergency appointment with Madeline, but at least buffing it out would get rid of the rough edges.
Harper blew on it to get rid of the nail remnants. “There, that’s better.” He dropped his nail file back into his bag and then turned to look at the man sitting there staring at him like he had never seen a man buff his nails before.
It was instantly clear that the devilishly handsome man was not from Harper’s little hometown. Besides the fact that almost everyone here was a cowboy of some sort, and this guy was decked out like a businessman, right down to the fancy silk shirt, Harper would have noticed any newcomers that looked this damn good.
“Hello, honey.” Harper poured syrup into his voice and batted his eyelashes.
“Excuse me?” The stranger’s voice was courteous yet patronizing. The dark eyebrow was blatantly condescending.
“Aren’t you just the thing.” Harper started fanning himself as he looked the massive man up and down. Even sitting, the guy was nearly as tall as Harper. He was a mountain Harper wouldn’t mind climbing. “Honey, the things I could do with you, to you, or even let you watch as I do them to myself.”
Harper tapped his finger against his lower lip. He watched the man’s nostrils flare when he slid his finger between his lips and gently bit down on the tip. He loved being naughty, and this man deserved so much naughtiness. “If I had you naked for ten minutes, I would lather you up and slide down your pole.” Harper’s entire body tightened as he started to fantasize about this guy’s pole. “Maybe five minutes.”
The stranger frowned as he crossed his hands over his delicious abdomen and leaned back, appraising Harper. “Do you always talk to strangers in such a manner?”
Harper winked at the guy. “Only when I want him to bend me over the nearest flat surface.”
Harper sighed when the gorgeous man continued to stare at him like he’d lost his ever-loving mind. Too bad. This one was really hot. They would have had a scorching time together. Harper reached out and trailed a finger over the skin exposed at the top of the man’s open shirt. He breathed in deeply, the stranger’s masculine scent wrapping around him like fur brushing over naked skin.
He stepped between the man’s muscular thighs, invading his personal space before tugging gently on the edge of his silk shirt. “The things I could do to your delicious body would make your eyes roll to the back of your head.” The fire that infused the stranger’s golden eyes told Harper his message had gotten across to the handsome man.
Harper pouted, sticking his lush lower lip out. He knew his lips drew men in. He looked like he could suck a golf ball through a hundred feet of garden hose. He probably could. His oral abilities were damn near legendary.
They were a breath away from each other. He could feel the sexual magnetism that made the man so confident. It sent a shot of lust sizzling through Harper’s body, hardening his cock into a steel pipe.
Daring to move closer, Harper tilted his head and nuzzled his nose just under the line of the man’s square jaw, sniffing and rubbing against him. “Goddess, you smell like sandalwood and leather. I’d bathe in your scent if I could, bottle it up and take it home so I always had it near me.”
Harper was a little shocked by his forwardness, but not much. He had long ago decided to be who he wanted to be and fuck everyone else. If they didn’t like him the way he was, so what? They didn’t have to stick around. Harper wasn’t changing for anyone. Besides, it wasn’t every day he ran across men this breathtakingly handsome. He wasn’t passing up the opportunity.
Harper leaned back just enough to peer up at the man through his long eyelashes. The looks he was receiving from the stranger ran a gamut from confused to intrigued to insulted to aroused, and the aroused one was the one Harper was interested in.
Aroused was freaking fantastic.
“It would be even better if you put that scent on me the old-fashioned way when you fucked me into the mattress.”
Harper knew it was coming, but still, he was disappointed when the man grabbed him by the arms and gently set him aside. Most people didn’t understand him. He shouldn’t be surprised when Mr. Tall and Gorgeous didn’t.
“Enough.” The word was growled, firm, the message clear.
And oddly, it stabbed at Harper’s heart.
The moment he stepped through the window and into the human’s bedroom, he knew he had made a really bad decision. He couldn’t seem to make himself care though. One night. He would give himself one night to cure his ills and then forget he’d ever met the guy.
But he needed one night.
Memphis strode to the side of the bed. A rumbling growl vibrated in his chest when a shaft of moonlight shown through the window and down onto the human’s face, illuminating his beauty better than Michelangelo could have done.
Great, now I’m getting fucking poetic.
Even so, Memphis had to admit the human was simply beautiful. He was everything a lover should be. Soft, sweet, delectable. Memphis’s cock thickened once more as he thought about the man’s promise to make his eyes roll back into his head. It had been outrageous and more than likely inflated, but fuck if he didn’t want to find out if the stranger’s claims were true.
He stood there for a moment taking in the pale skin and flared backside. His mouth watered to bite one of those luscious cheeks.
From their earlier encounter, Memphis was willing to bet that this little wildcat was a screamer.
He was about to find out.
Memphis slid quietly into the bed and stretched out next to the guy. His hand hovered over the man’s glowing skin for a mere second before he stroked a patch down his arm. Mmm, silky skin.
As smooth as running my hand over water.
“Wake, gorgeous,” he whispered as he leaned in and brushed his lips over the human’s cheek. “Open your eyes, sweetness.”
“Hmmm.” The human’s head flopped one way and then the other. He curled onto his side and hugged his pillow.
Memphis grinned and admitted that it was cute, but cute was not what he wanted right now. Hot, raw, passionate sex. That was what he wanted, needed.
“Wake, sweetness.” This time, Memphis brushed his hand down the man’s chest. He got a response. The human groaned as he arched into the air, pushing his chest into Memphis’s hand.
“Please,” came the whispered plea.
Memphis’s pulse quickened and his cock hardened further at the sound of that single word. He wasn’t sure what the man was begging for, but he’d more than oblige if the guy would wake up.
“Sweetness,” Memphis groaned as he slid his hand over the man’s chest. He tweaked a nipple, and the little imp arched further as he spread his legs.
Just how hard did this guy sleep?
Memphis grinned as he tweaked the other nipple and kissed along the man’s jaw. He had a name to go with the beautiful face, a name to growl out when he came deep in Harper’s ass. “Harper.” Spanning his hand over Harper’s stomach, Memphis scraped his nails along the human’s skin. “I am Memphis.”
“Memphis,” the human whispered his name reverently, as if the name was a sensual caress.
“You’re very beautiful, Harper.” Memphis watched as Harper’s eyelids fluttered open.
Harper blushed, which only made Memphis’s dick throb as Harper reached for him, pulling Memphis down for a kiss. He was caressing Memphis’s lips more than kissing them. It sent a ripple of pleasure down Memphis’s spine as Harper began to move more slowly, less rushed.
Memphis ghosted his hands over Harper, taking in his beauty as he kissed his way around Harper’s neck, feeling the hard pulse in Harper’s throat as he licked his way to the other side. Harper was like the food of the gods, and Memphis wanted to taste every inch of him.
“This is a dream, right?” Harper asked with a groan.
“If you want it to be,” Memphis answered. “Or do you want this to be real?”
“Real.” Harper panted. “I want this to be real.”
“Then it shall.” Memphis leaned in for a kiss, but what he received were waves of electrifying pleasure that started at his lips and shot down until they reached his toes. His whole body seemed to come alive as Harper opened for him, sucking Memphis’s tongue like he was dying. The tip of Memphis’s tongue darted out, sliding across Harper’s lower lip. Harper opened for him, allowing Memphis to invade his mouth. Memphis plunged in, sweeping through and leaving his senses on fire.
Memphis parted his lips and sucked Harper’s nipple between his teeth. He groaned at how good the man’s skin tasted. He could smell a combination of sweet citrus and lavender. The combination was heady. As he licked at Harper’s nipple with his tongue, Memphis smoothed his hand over Harper’s body. It was incredible just how soft and flawless the man’s skin was. Memphis couldn’t seem to stop touching him. No matter what area his hands skimmed over, Harper’s skin was pure perfection.
“You’re so soft, Harper,” Memphis said as he kissed his way from one side of Harper’s body to the other, listening to Harper’s quiet moans of pleasure and the soft rhythm of his heart. He pushed the blankets down to bare Harper’s cock for his viewing—and touching—pleasure. It bounced up and slapped against Harper’s abdomen. The man even had a beautiful cock.
Memphis leaned forward and blew across the purplish head, feeling the long shudder that passed through Harper. When he glanced up, he saw Harper had his lips caught between his teeth and his eyes closed tight. He smirked. This was exactly how he liked his lovers to react to his touch. Although Harper had promised him a good time, Memphis was going to show the guy how much stamina and skills he possessed.
Let’s see whose world really gets rocked.