Donnchadh smiled. “There’s no need to be nervous. We’re just two guys talking. Maybe more if things go right. Possibly something that’s completely natural.”
Donnchadh was smooth. Getty would give him that. “And what’s completely natural?”
Donnchadh smile widened. He took the bottle from Getty’s hand and set it on the table in front of them then crooked his finger.
Getty leaned in, and Donnchadh grazed his lips over Getty’s jaw. “Why don’t you let me show you?”
Fuck, had the temperature in the room gone up ten degrees? Getty’s body flushed as his cock hardened. “Okay.”
Donnchadh tucked a finger against Getty’s jaw and turned his head. He brushed his lips over Getty’s, soft, sensual, stealing Getty’s very breath.
“Take me back to your place,” Donnchadh whispered.
Those words were like a bucket of ice dumped over his head. Getty pulled back and shook his head. “We can’t.”
Donnchadh lured Getty back to him, back to his lips, back to what felt like their own private world. “Then let me take you to mine.”
Getty had enough sense left in his addled brain to say, “How about a motel?”
That damn smile was going to ruin him. Straight white teeth, dimples. Fuck, Getty was ready to get naked right on the couch.
“My treat.” Donnchadh got up and pulled Getty to his feet. They made their way down the steps, Donnchadh leading the way. No one stepped on their feet, got in the way, or bumped into them. It was as if everyone cleared a path for Donnchadh.
“Where’s your ride?” Getty asked when they were finally outside. It wasn’t until they didn’t have a crowd of people around them that Getty really noticed their size difference. His head came to Donnchadh’s pecs. And damn, all those freaking muscles.
“We’ll take yours,” Donnchadh said. “That way you have a means to escape when you’re done ravishing me.”
God, there went Getty’s blush again. His face went nuclear as he showed Donnchadh to his car. He wasn’t even sure the guy would fit, but Donnchadh did, and he slouched when he settled in.
Of course he’d had to move the passenger seat all the way back, and he still looked a bit uncomfortable.
Getty drove through town, his heart beating like crazy as he made his way to Maple Inn.
It was Donnchadh who got out and paid for the room. He came back and leaned his arm on the roof of Getty’s car. “Ready to have some fun?”
He opened the door and held out his hand. Getty laid his hand in Donnchadh’s and let the guy pull him out.
Shit. He was really about to get laid. Getty had even stashed a condom and a packet lube in his wallet. He prayed Donnchadh was well worth it, too. There was nothing worse than a hot guy who didn’t know how to use his dick.
Chapter Two
As soon as they walked through the motel door, Donny slid in behind the human and grabbed his hips, pulling Getty’s back to his chest. He bent to nibble along Getty’s jaw, but the height difference was killing his neck, so he maneuvered Getty toward the bed.
And damn, the guy was all for whatever they were about to do. He dropped onto the bed and pawed at Donny to join him. Donny hadn’t been looking for someone to fuck tonight. He’d just wanted to get away, to lose himself in a sea of nameless faces, and to forget yet another warrior had found his mate.
There had just been something about Getty that called to him. It could’ve been the fact that the human looked just as lost as Donny had felt. Two lost, miserable souls trying to forget that life was a bitch sometimes.
And now they were about to get lost in each other. Donny slid his hands into Getty’s, intertwined their fingers, and raised Getty’s hands above his head. Now he was stretched out for Donny as Donny took tiny nips at the human’s jaw, his neck, his earlobe.
Getty’s breath hitched, and then he let out a long moan, wriggling under Donny, squeezing his fingers, which squeezed Donny’s. Getty’s whimpers were almost desperate as he sucked Donny’s tongue into his mouth.
This was exactly what Donny needed to forget what had happened to him a month ago, how it had taken that long to recover from his hellhound attack. To feel alive. To feel his heart racing and knowing this human wanted Donny just as much as Donny wanted him. There were no hellhound bites, no savage fighting, and no black ooze pouring out of him.
Just sweat, moans, begging whimpers, and the two of them desperate to find release. A hard cock pressed against Donny’s stomach, his own cock straining to be unleashed.
Donny slanted his head, devouring Getty’s mouth, grinding their cocks together before he reared back, panting, his chest rising and falling quickly, staring down at Getty’s kiss-swollen lips.
Donny tore his shirt over his head, keeping his back to Getty, keeping the deep gashes that Phoenyx had been unable to heal away from the human’s eyes, away from questions he might ask or pity he might give.
Getty gazed up at him, his eyes glassy, a crooked smile on his face. Donny ran his hands under his lover’s shirt and tweaked his nipples while biting into his own bottom lip.
Getty shivered and groaned as his eyelids fluttered closed. That was exactly what Donny wanted to see, the way he made his lovers feel. The look of pleasure on their faces. The way they grabbed for him, wanting more.
“Take your shirt off, handsome.”
Getty wiggled until his shirt was over his head and floating to the floor. Donny leaned in, suckling the hard nub between his teeth, lavishing the pebbled skin with his tongue.
He trapped Getty’s hands when the human tried to run them through Donny’s hair. He wanted the guy to know off the bat who was in charge, who was running this, though he planned on bringing Getty so much pleasure.
“But the dreads are so pretty,” Getty panted. “I want to touch them.”
Donny nipped Getty’s chest. “Sorry, babe. No one touches the dreads.”
Donny got that a lot, people coming up to him, asking to touch, and some, with no fucking manners, touching without even asking. He took great pride in his hair, and fuck, it was just rude.
But maybe, with this hot little number squirming under him, Donny would make an exception.
Donny let a growl rumble in the back of his throat. “Go ahead, shorty. Just don’t pull.”
With a wide grin, Getty smoothed his hand down Donny’s dreads. “They’re so soft.”
“And so are you.” Donny wiggled his brows. He pulled himself from the bed and finished undressing. His cock jutted out, hard, pre-cum at the slit.
Getty rolled to his hands and knees, looking so seductive that Donny wasn’t sure he could hold out. He was tempted to flip the man and fuck him until they both couldn’t walk.
But he breathed out slowly, allowing the simmering heat to build into a roaring fire as Getty crawled to him and enveloped Donny’s cock with his lips.
“Shit,” Donny hissed. He stroked Getty’s hair and then placed his hand under the man’s jaw. “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock.”
He punched his hips upward, tugging at Getty’s hair, strangling the strands as he tossed his head back. Donny bit his lower lip so hard he almost drew blood. Fuck, the male knew how to suck cock.