Heat Rising [Brac Village 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page B

there with a bright smile on his face. “Have you come to see Recker?” The man leaned closer, cupping his mouth close to Spencer’s ear. “Don’t worry. I’ve been taking real good care of him. He’s a really sweet guy.”
    Spencer smiled and felt a thousand times better about what Recker was going to have to endure.

Chapter Ten
     
    Bear looked around at the mess in his bedroom and wondered how such a little impala could own so many clothes. It was mind-boggling. From the boxes stacked high in his bedroom, it looked like Spencer could open his own clothing store. Admittedly, his mate dressed sharply.
    But damn…
    When Bear asked Spencer to move in with him, he had no clue that he would need to add on to his house just for the man’s wardrobe. There had to be at least ten medium-sized boxes stacked close to his closet.
    The rest of the guy’s belongings fit into one box. The one small box consisted of a few pictures, an antique-looking watch, and other personal items that belonged to his mate. Not that Bear was snooping. He had seen Spencer unpack the items, shoving most of the stuff into his underwear drawer. He told Bear that the watch had belonged to his great grandfather.
    Bear was impressed. He didn’t have any family heirlooms. What he wouldn’t give to have something that belonged to one of his ancestors, a piece of his heritage.
    He walked out of the bedroom, leaving the mess for Spencer to deal with. Bear had dinner to cook. Spencer was currently in the shower, tempting him to postpone dinner and have a little fun. But Bear knew that Spencer hadn’t eaten all day. Besides, his mate was exhausted. He had slept the whole ride home.
    Bear grabbed some things to make a quick stir-fry. He remembered at the last second to cook the meat separately. Never did he think that he would get a mate that sparsely ate meat. There was no way Bear was going to eat that soy crap that Spencer seemed to love—which meant mealtime was going to be very interesting in their household.
    “What are you cooking?” Spencer asked as he walked out of bathroom, brushing a towel over his wet, short blond hair. The only thing the slim man was wearing was a towel wrapped around his waist. His cock tried to thicken, but Bear turned away and concentrated on dinner.
    “Something easy and light.” Bear grabbed a large skillet and tossed it on the stove. Next he grabbed a cutting board and began to dice some peppers and onions. Spencer walked over to the counter and leaned against it, watching Bear work.
    “I’m not a bad cook myself,” Spencer said as he once again rubbed at his hair with the towel. His bare chest was very distracting. The two tan nipples kept drawing Bear’s gaze away from what he was doing.
    “Good,” Bear said as he poured some oil into the pan. “Then you can cook tomorrow night.”
    As he worked, the kitchen began to fill with the aromatic scent of dinner. Bear’s stomach began to growl, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since lunch. The peppers and onions sizzled and snapped as Bear grabbed another pan for his chicken.
    Spencer placed a hand on Bear’s arm. “You don’t have to cook that separately. I love chicken.”
    Placing the pan back in the cabinet, Bear was relieved that his mate wasn’t an alien after all. But if the guy wanted him to toss any of that that tofu crap in with the stir-fry, he was drawing the line. There were just some things a man should not have to eat. It was bad enough that weird stuff was sitting in his refrigerator.
    Just as he was straightening after grabbing the pot for the rice, he felt a hand slide down his backside. The move was so unexpected that Bear lost his grip on the pot, watching as it fell to the floor with a loud clang.
    His mouth went dry when Spencer bent over to pick it up, the towel rising above his cheeks. His balls were exposed, giving Bear a sight that he couldn’t ignore. Reaching between his mate’s legs, Bear cupped the soft sac.
    A groan filled