Nutter Nero [Brac Pack 12] by Lynn Hagen Page B

mate’s hands were sweaty. He pulled his towel off, patting the moisture from Nero’s small hands.
    “Gunny?”
    “Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Gunnar slid into bed, tossing the towel on the floor with a reminder to himself to pick it up as soon as he woke.
    Nero curled into his arms, falling back to sleep. Gunnar held him, thankful to have his mate safe with him.

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    Nero wiggled around as the tiny cloth Gunny called shorts rode up his ass. His nuts were squished and his nipples were hard from the air on his exposed chest.
    Picking up the serving tray, Nero walked across the bedroom Gunny had set up with a table that he now sat at. The stilettos were going to end up breaking his dang neck. “Here’s your drink, sir.” Gunny slapped his ass, the sting making Nero’s cock hard, which wasn’t too comfortable in the confined space.
    “Come sit on my face, doll.” Gunny licked his lips, palmed his own cock and winked at Nero.
    “Sorry, but that’s against club policy.” Nero turned to walk away, but Gunny grabbed his ass, pulling him backward until he fell on his lap. His hips jutted up, Gunny’s hard cock driving into Nero’s skimpy shorts.
    “Do I need to call the manager?” Nero protested.
    “Only if you want him to watch,” Gunny breathed in his ear, his tongue licking Nero’s neck.
    Nero wiggled free, slamming the tray down on the table. “Next it will be your head if you paw me again.” 92
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    “Come on, sugar, don’t be that way.” Gunny ran his fingers up the inside of Nero’s bare legs. He shuddered, remembering that he wasn’t supposed to like it.
    “Hands off.” Nero smacked Gunny across the face. His wolf growled, grabbing Nero’s wrists in a light hold.
    “You’ll pay for that. Do you know who I am?” Gunny threatened.
    “A scumbag?” Nero spat out.
    “I’m the Don. I can have any man I want, and I choose you. Now stop playing hard to get and strip for me.” Gunny released him and sat back with a smug smile on his face.
    “Over my dead body.” Nero spun around, sashaying across the room. His ankle kicked out a little, but he managed to stay upright in the damn deathtraps Gunny called high heels. The body glitter was starting to itch, but he suppressed the urge to scratch.
    “Not so fast.” Gunny grabbed him around the waist, pulling him tight to his body. “No one walks away from the Don.” Nero pushed him away, slapping his hands onto his hips and giving Gunny a haughty laugh. “I just did.” Walking around Gunny, he sashayed back over to the table. Gunny had asked him to strut his stuff a lot, but he hadn’t told Nero the shoes were out to kill him.
    Nero found his niche with his wolf—role playing. They both seemed to love it, and it turned them the hell on.
    “I could have you whacked for talking to me that way.” Gunny threatened him again. “You wanna sleep with the fish?”
    “It would be better than sleeping with you,” Nero retorted.
    “Why, I oughta…” Gunny raised his hand as if to slap Nero, but he knew it was pretend. Gunny would never hurt him. It shocked him that Gunny had begged Nero to slap him. He said he wanted it authentic.
    “Go ahead, I dare you.” Nero lazily looked over his pink as pearl nail polish, as if Gunny were a mere irritation. Gunny’s cock had gotten hard watching Nero paint his fingernails and toenails earlier.

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    “You’ll take it up the ass and like it.” Gunny wiggled his finger at Nero.
    “Hardly. Probably wouldn’t even feel it.”
    “You that loose?”
    “No, you’re that small. They say guys who buy big…”
    “Shut the hell up.” Gunny yanked Nero up and tossed him onto the bed.

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    Gunnar fought not to shoot his load. This role playing was turning him on so much that there was no blood in his body. It had all drained to his cock, making him hard as a brick.
    He ran his hands over Nero’s legs with a feathery touch. The stilettos had taken his lust