“Where are we going?” Keeley
finally asked when the curiosity got to be too much for him.
“My house,” Reece replied
without even taking his eyes off the road.
Great! He was going home with
a straight man that kissed better than anyone he had ever met. Could his life
get any more complicated? As the strong, manly scent of the man next to him
reached Keeley, making his cock sit up and beg for attention, he sighed
deeply. Guess so!
“Is something wrong, Keeley?”
Reece asked as he turned to look over at him.
Keeley smirked. “Well, let’s
see. I’ve been attacked, not once but twice, bitten by some weirdo, forced to
drink his blood, kissed by a straight man, and now I’m being kidnapped and
taken to god knows where against my will by said straight guy. What could
possibly be wrong?”
“You sure have a mouth on
you,” Reece said. “I sure hope you know what else to do with it besides flap
your lips.”
“Why would you care? You don’t
do guys, remember?”
“I think that’s about to
change,” Reece replied ruefully.
“Why?” Keeley asked. “‘Cause
I’m so damn cute?”
Reece shook his head. “You are
that, Keeley, but no, that’s not it.”
“Then what is? You suddenly
decide to switch sides and see what a gay man feels like? Did curiosity get
the better of you? Or are you just hoping to get some kicks trying something
new and kinky?” Keeley drawled sarcastically.
“Keeley—” Reece started to
say, hoping to calm him down. He could feel the agitation and resentment
coming off of Keeley in waves.
“Why me? Couldn’t you find
some other poor sucker to kidnap? Because I have to tell you, as sexy as you
may be, I’m not into straight guys,” Keeley stated, crossing his arms over his
chest as he glared across the truck cab at Reece.
“Damn it, Keeley, this isn’t
about sex!”
“Oh, really? Then why the
kiss?”
Reece rolled his eyes. “Okay,
it is about sex, but not just sex. There’s more to it than that.”
“Well? I’m waiting,” Keeley
said after Reece was silent for several moments.
Keeley yelped a moment later
when Reece suddenly swerved the truck and pulled off to a side road, slamming
on the brakes, and put the truck in park. Keeley’s eyes widened in fright and
he pressed back against the door when Reece unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted
across the bench seat, reaching for him. Oh shit!
“Reece!” Keeley cried out when
Reece ripped his seatbelt in two and yanked him across the seat. He pushed his
hands against Reece’s chest, trying to lean away from him, but Reece was
having none of it. He wrapped one arm around Keeley’s waist, the other around
his neck, his hand clenching in Keeley’s hair.
When he pulled his head back,
Keeley could see the long canine teeth in Reece’s mouth as he pulled his lips
back and growled down at him. “Enough! Not another sound out of you.
Understood?”
Keeley quickly nodded his
head, wondering what he had just unleashed. He should have kept his big mouth
shut. It was always getting him into trouble. He just couldn’t seem to keep it
shut.
He stared up at Reece,
wondering if he was about to die, when Reece leaned down and started sniffing
at his neck, his long tongue coming out to lick at the skin he had bitten in
the bathroom back at the bar.
Keeley couldn’t stop the
shudder that went through his body, nor the further hardening of his cock in
response to the man holding him. He let his head drop back to the seat as
Reece continued to lick and nibble at his throat, moving slowly down to his
chest.
Lifting his head when he heard
a small tearing sound, Keeley realized that Reece had just used a very sharp,
very long claw to split his sweatshirt right down the middle. He was about to
protest when Reece’s lips latched onto his nipple.
Keeley stifled his groan,
remembering that Reece didn’t want to hear a single sound out of him. Part of
him was terrified of the violence he could feel in Reece. The other part
glorified in the strength apparent in Reece’s massive body.
He knew, logically, that he
should be scared out of his mind right now. He knew without a doubt that Reece
could kill him without breaking a sweat. Maybe that was why he was so turned
on by the strength of Reece’s body, but also the gentleness of his touch.
Illogically, Keeley never
wanted it to end. Everywhere that Reece touched him, burning desire followed.
Keeley felt like he was going up in flames. And Reece’s hands were touching
him everywhere.
By the time Reece reached the
buttons of his baggy jeans, Keeley was breathing rapidly. He was ready to rip
his jeans off himself. Luckily, Reece took care of that for him. Keeley heard
another tear, then felt cold air pass over his body.
As the warmth of Reece’s body
lifted off of him, Keeley realized that he was totally naked. He was a little
self-conscious until he heard the deep growl above him and looked up. Reece
was staring down at him like a man possessed. There was even a faint glow to
his eyes.
Keeley felt as if time had
stopped as Reece stared down at him, not moving. He slowly reached up and
cupped his hand to the side of Reece’s face. He let his fingers move over him,
his strong cheekbones, aquiline nose, his soft, luscious lips.
Just as suddenly as time
stopped, it kicked back in again as Reece growled, reaching for him. He was
all over Keeley, kissing him, biting him, touching him. Keeley became mindless
with pleasure. He wasn’t sure there was an inch of his body Reece hadn’t
touched in some way.
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