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Keith nodded in agreement. He played with his muffin,
tearing off pieces. Finally clueing himself into the silence
from across the table, he glanced up. What?
Do you like them? Rick arched a brow, sweeping out
with one hand.
Who? Max and Ben? Yeah, they re alright.
Smartass. I meant the two men you went home with.
And don t try to get out of it. Shirl told the whole family that
you had them over on Saturday. Since the last I saw of you
was when I sent you over to Drake s home on Friday night,
I figured you d gotten distracted.
Shit, they were already back on this? Ben and Max
were snickering, but Keith figured he could ignore them. He
took a bite of muffin before finally shrugging. I guess.
Fuck, Keith. Don't play games with me. Do you want
me to call Shirl and your mom so they can take turns
questioning you instead of us?
Okay, what was going on here? Why is it any of your
business who I date?
Answer the question, do you like them? Seriously, I m
not being an ass. But, I need to know.
Keith glanced at Max and Ben before finally nodding.
They weren t any help at all. Both men sat silently sipping
their coffees. Yes. But, it doesn't matter. Bailey doesn't live
here and Drake... I don't know.
You don't think you have chemistry with him?
An image of Drake popped into his head. The man was
something else. Frustrating, for sure, but damned hot. Did
they have chemistry? He remembered how Drake had
looked yesterday in his bed.
You want something from me? Drake tilted his
head to the side, looking up at Keith through his lashes.
He was spread out on Keith's bed, a sheet barely
covering his groin. Acres of creamy skin were on
display, green feathered hair a shock of color. Keith
wondered if his pubic hair would grow into green
feathers, as well. Drake was completely bare at his
groin, which was a turn on in itself but it didn't stop
Keith from wondering what that tasty dick would look
like surrounded by bright plumage. Fuck, that was an
image he liked.
Remembering that sight, Keith sighed. Yeah, they had
chemistry. No question.
So, what's the problem, then? Rick asked.
I don't know. I don't think I could date just Drake.
Without Bailey there, I'm not sure we'd have anything. It
was a pretty excuse, even he could see that. What was it
about the duck that sat wrong? No, not wrong. Just odd.
Well, maybe you just need to get through his shield.
Damn it, he hated werewolves sometimes. What
shields?
Fuck, I know we taught you better than that. It was
obvious from the minute I saw him that the duck is shielding
big time. He's been hurt in the past.
He keeps to himself, Max added. He s been in the
bar before. You probably just haven t noticed him. Even I
can tell he s not what he seems. And I m not all that
observant.
Did he tell you anything about himself? Rick asked.
Keith raised his coffee, draining the rest of the cup.
Honestly, no. Not much, at least, other than to say both his
parents split on him. We really weren't all that interested in
talking a lot of the time.
The majority of Saturday had been spent sleeping and
fooling around. He'd fucked Drake again and finally gotten
his lips around Bailey's little pride and joy. The kitten had
still been shy, so neither he nor Drake had pressured him
into anything further. It had been incredible, anyway.
Anything more and his head might have exploded from all
the pleasure.
They hadn't really shared all that much in terms of
personal information. Every time things got even a little
personal information. Every time things got even a little
serious, Drake would try to initiate sex or Bailey would
freeze up and they'd end up kissing him back to normal. By
that time, things were usually too heated for anything but
sex.
Between that, and Bailey checking his cell phone every
two hours, Keith wasn't sure he even wanted things to get a
little more serious. He had a feeling that he'd be the one hurt
out of the three of them, in the long run.
When Drake had checked out early on Sunday on
some trumped up excuse, he figured it was the best thing for
all of them. Bailey ended up getting a ride back to his hotel
with Drake and Keith had spent the day in his shop. Trying
to forget them, to be honest.
Hmm, interesting.
Okay, now that was annoying. What?
Sounds to me like the duck is used to people running
out on him so he probably splits first. I'm guessing he was
the one who first brought up leaving. Am I right?
Keith scratched his forehead. Yeah, Drake had been
the one who d brought it up first. Thinking back now, Keith
wondered if there had been something off about the
exchange. Rick seemed to think so, at least.
Umm... so, I think I should go. Drake stood in
front of him, dancing from foot to foot.
Bailey lifted his head from where he'd been resting
against Keith's chest. The two men had been snuggled
on the couch, not doing anything really. Drake had been
in the kitchen, but now he was the only one of them fully
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Keith nodded in agreement. He played with his muffin,
tearing off pieces. Finally clueing himself into the silence
from across the table, he glanced up. What?
Do you like them? Rick arched a brow, sweeping out
with one hand.
Who? Max and Ben? Yeah, they re alright.
Smartass. I meant the two men you went home with.
And don t try to get out of it. Shirl told the whole family that
you had them over on Saturday. Since the last I saw of you
was when I sent you over to Drake s home on Friday night,
I figured you d gotten distracted.
Shit, they were already back on this? Ben and Max
were snickering, but Keith figured he could ignore them. He
took a bite of muffin before finally shrugging. I guess.
Fuck, Keith. Don't play games with me. Do you want
me to call Shirl and your mom so they can take turns
questioning you instead of us?
Okay, what was going on here? Why is it any of your
business who I date?
Answer the question, do you like them? Seriously, I m
not being an ass. But, I need to know.
Keith glanced at Max and Ben before finally nodding.
They weren t any help at all. Both men sat silently sipping
their coffees. Yes. But, it doesn't matter. Bailey doesn't live
here and Drake... I don't know.
You don't think you have chemistry with him?
An image of Drake popped into his head. The man was
something else. Frustrating, for sure, but damned hot. Did
they have chemistry? He remembered how Drake had
looked yesterday in his bed.
You want something from me? Drake tilted his
head to the side, looking up at Keith through his lashes.
He was spread out on Keith's bed, a sheet barely
covering his groin. Acres of creamy skin were on
display, green feathered hair a shock of color. Keith
wondered if his pubic hair would grow into green
feathers, as well. Drake was completely bare at his
groin, which was a turn on in itself but it didn't stop
Keith from wondering what that tasty dick would look
like surrounded by bright plumage. Fuck, that was an
image he liked.
Remembering that sight, Keith sighed. Yeah, they had
chemistry. No question.
So, what's the problem, then? Rick asked.
I don't know. I don't think I could date just Drake.
Without Bailey there, I'm not sure we'd have anything. It
was a pretty excuse, even he could see that. What was it
about the duck that sat wrong? No, not wrong. Just odd.
Well, maybe you just need to get through his shield.
Damn it, he hated werewolves sometimes. What
shields?
Fuck, I know we taught you better than that. It was
obvious from the minute I saw him that the duck is shielding
big time. He's been hurt in the past.
He keeps to himself, Max added. He s been in the
bar before. You probably just haven t noticed him. Even I
can tell he s not what he seems. And I m not all that
observant.
Did he tell you anything about himself? Rick asked.
Keith raised his coffee, draining the rest of the cup.
Honestly, no. Not much, at least, other than to say both his
parents split on him. We really weren't all that interested in
talking a lot of the time.
The majority of Saturday had been spent sleeping and
fooling around. He'd fucked Drake again and finally gotten
his lips around Bailey's little pride and joy. The kitten had
still been shy, so neither he nor Drake had pressured him
into anything further. It had been incredible, anyway.
Anything more and his head might have exploded from all
the pleasure.
They hadn't really shared all that much in terms of
personal information. Every time things got even a little
personal information. Every time things got even a little
serious, Drake would try to initiate sex or Bailey would
freeze up and they'd end up kissing him back to normal. By
that time, things were usually too heated for anything but
sex.
Between that, and Bailey checking his cell phone every
two hours, Keith wasn't sure he even wanted things to get a
little more serious. He had a feeling that he'd be the one hurt
out of the three of them, in the long run.
When Drake had checked out early on Sunday on
some trumped up excuse, he figured it was the best thing for
all of them. Bailey ended up getting a ride back to his hotel
with Drake and Keith had spent the day in his shop. Trying
to forget them, to be honest.
Hmm, interesting.
Okay, now that was annoying. What?
Sounds to me like the duck is used to people running
out on him so he probably splits first. I'm guessing he was
the one who first brought up leaving. Am I right?
Keith scratched his forehead. Yeah, Drake had been
the one who d brought it up first. Thinking back now, Keith
wondered if there had been something off about the
exchange. Rick seemed to think so, at least.
Umm... so, I think I should go. Drake stood in
front of him, dancing from foot to foot.
Bailey lifted his head from where he'd been resting
against Keith's chest. The two men had been snuggled
on the couch, not doing anything really. Drake had been
in the kitchen, but now he was the only one of them fully
dressed. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]