outside?”
His eyes glittered unnaturally bright. Was he on drugs? “Oh yeah. Okay. Same place?”
“Yeah.”
“You won’t stand me up?”
“Shit, man, I’m not crazy.”
Partridge laughed and walked out the back door.
What in the bloody, living hell? He should stand him up. The man had clearly lost his marbles somewhere between two days before and the present, and a nutzoid FBI agent had to be dangerous. Did Winter care? Not one tiny fucking particle.
He got up slowly and sauntered toward the front door. As he pushed it open, he looked over his shoulder and saw Lulu give him a tiny waggle of her fingers and a shiny smile. Obviously somebody around here believed in gay werewolves. He winked at her and left the building.
Chapter 8
O UTSIDE THE club, the moonlight shone down like liquid that seemed to mix with Winter’s blood in a hot throb through his veins. A couple of humans walked up the path, and Winter shuffled his feet like he was waiting for someone. As soon as they moved inside, he took off at a trot around the back of the club to the shed—a landmark he increasingly cherished. Partridge hunting. His cock turned into a heat-seeking missile pointing him toward the target.
He rounded the corner of the shed and stopped. Where was Matt? He sniffed.
“Hey.”
Winter turned toward both the scent and the sound. All he could see was a giant tree with one significant body part sticking out. Long, bare, and delicious. Winter laughed. Yes, the human had gone nuts. He covered the space between them in a few steps, dropped to his knees, and gave the pink head a kiss. “Well, hello there. Where have you been all my life?”
“Waiting for you.”
Winter’s eyes flashed up to Matt’s face. For just a second, his soft green eyes gazed at Winter with an emotion too scary to explore. Then he made a sound suspiciously like a giggle and ran off into the trees.
Okay, give the human a head start so he thinks he can get away. Winter counted to ten slowly. “There’s no escape!” He took off after Matt’s scent and had him in sight in seconds. Matt dodged behind a tree. Of course, he had no idea Winter could smell him and hear him breathing.
Changing course, Winter sneaked up from behind, trying not to laugh at Matt sticking his head out to peek from the opposite side. With two quick steps, he grabbed Partridge and scooped him up into his arms.
“You scared the shit out of me. How do you move so quietly?”
“Practice.” He grinned and slid an arm under Matt’s legs until he stared down at him like Rhett Butler on the staircase.
Matt gazed into Winter’s eyes. “Now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?”
Winter smiled and started walking farther into the trees. Matt’s cock still stuck out of his open fly, and it bobbed like some anxious animal.
“I like your friend.”
“Yeah, well, he likes you too, buddy.”
The man could not be sane.
“I’m not exactly a lightweight. I can walk.”
“Why walk when you can ride?”
“You have a point.” With that he flopped his head on Winter’s shoulder, which produced a leap in Winter’s heart. “So where are we going?”
“I’ll know the spot when I see it.”
“A good fucking spot?”
“Yes. Someplace where I can bend you over and ram you until your ears ring.”
“Carry on, MacDuff.”
Winter chuckled. “What’s produced this unique compliance?”
“Can’t fight all the time.” He sighed.
Winter stepped out of the dense tree cover into a little clearing where the moonlight shone brilliantly. An owl hooted, and some mice scurried into a fallen log. Running from the big bad wolf. Perfect.
He settled on the log, still holding Matt in his arms.
Partridge looked up at the moon. “Beautiful.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve got kind of a love/hate relationship with that moon.”
Winter laughed. “Tell me about it.”
Matt stared up at Winter. “I tried to stay away from you, but my friend just wouldn’t give me
His eyes glittered unnaturally bright. Was he on drugs? “Oh yeah. Okay. Same place?”
“Yeah.”
“You won’t stand me up?”
“Shit, man, I’m not crazy.”
Partridge laughed and walked out the back door.
What in the bloody, living hell? He should stand him up. The man had clearly lost his marbles somewhere between two days before and the present, and a nutzoid FBI agent had to be dangerous. Did Winter care? Not one tiny fucking particle.
He got up slowly and sauntered toward the front door. As he pushed it open, he looked over his shoulder and saw Lulu give him a tiny waggle of her fingers and a shiny smile. Obviously somebody around here believed in gay werewolves. He winked at her and left the building.
Chapter 8
O UTSIDE THE club, the moonlight shone down like liquid that seemed to mix with Winter’s blood in a hot throb through his veins. A couple of humans walked up the path, and Winter shuffled his feet like he was waiting for someone. As soon as they moved inside, he took off at a trot around the back of the club to the shed—a landmark he increasingly cherished. Partridge hunting. His cock turned into a heat-seeking missile pointing him toward the target.
He rounded the corner of the shed and stopped. Where was Matt? He sniffed.
“Hey.”
Winter turned toward both the scent and the sound. All he could see was a giant tree with one significant body part sticking out. Long, bare, and delicious. Winter laughed. Yes, the human had gone nuts. He covered the space between them in a few steps, dropped to his knees, and gave the pink head a kiss. “Well, hello there. Where have you been all my life?”
“Waiting for you.”
Winter’s eyes flashed up to Matt’s face. For just a second, his soft green eyes gazed at Winter with an emotion too scary to explore. Then he made a sound suspiciously like a giggle and ran off into the trees.
Okay, give the human a head start so he thinks he can get away. Winter counted to ten slowly. “There’s no escape!” He took off after Matt’s scent and had him in sight in seconds. Matt dodged behind a tree. Of course, he had no idea Winter could smell him and hear him breathing.
Changing course, Winter sneaked up from behind, trying not to laugh at Matt sticking his head out to peek from the opposite side. With two quick steps, he grabbed Partridge and scooped him up into his arms.
“You scared the shit out of me. How do you move so quietly?”
“Practice.” He grinned and slid an arm under Matt’s legs until he stared down at him like Rhett Butler on the staircase.
Matt gazed into Winter’s eyes. “Now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?”
Winter smiled and started walking farther into the trees. Matt’s cock still stuck out of his open fly, and it bobbed like some anxious animal.
“I like your friend.”
“Yeah, well, he likes you too, buddy.”
The man could not be sane.
“I’m not exactly a lightweight. I can walk.”
“Why walk when you can ride?”
“You have a point.” With that he flopped his head on Winter’s shoulder, which produced a leap in Winter’s heart. “So where are we going?”
“I’ll know the spot when I see it.”
“A good fucking spot?”
“Yes. Someplace where I can bend you over and ram you until your ears ring.”
“Carry on, MacDuff.”
Winter chuckled. “What’s produced this unique compliance?”
“Can’t fight all the time.” He sighed.
Winter stepped out of the dense tree cover into a little clearing where the moonlight shone brilliantly. An owl hooted, and some mice scurried into a fallen log. Running from the big bad wolf. Perfect.
He settled on the log, still holding Matt in his arms.
Partridge looked up at the moon. “Beautiful.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve got kind of a love/hate relationship with that moon.”
Winter laughed. “Tell me about it.”
Matt stared up at Winter. “I tried to stay away from you, but my friend just wouldn’t give me
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