Billy woke up in the morning feeling as if he hadn’t slept for one minute all night. He’d tossed and turned, reaching for Peter, but found only cold, empty sheets. How could he miss Peter’s warm body curled next to his after only one night together?
Mates. Shit, this sucked. If this didn’t stop, he’d be worth shit at work.
He ran his hand over his face and glanced at the clock. Five a.m. He couldn’t even call the man since he’d completely forgotten to ask for his cell phone number. Idiot.
Well, he’d just have to run over to Bayou’s End and get it on his way to work. He smiled just thinking of seeing Peter again.
Had Peter slept well, or had he missed Billy lying next to him?
Billy moaned, thinking of that tight ass bumped up next to his cock, how it felt to rub up and down the cleft of Peter’s ass, dip his finger into that hot channel and make his little wolf cry out.
How Peter was so responsive, so eager, how his bottom almost wagged in happiness. Had he been happy with Billy? He thought so, he hoped so. If they were really mates, he should be.
Billy’s cock sprang to life at the memories, and he took it in hand. Just a single stroke had it primed, but he wanted more glide. He leaned over, pulled his drawer open, and snatched up a tube of lube. After popping the top and smearing some onto his fingers, he returned to pay some attention to his demanding dick.
“Oh, yeah, that’s nice,” he whispered as he stroked up and down the rigid shaft. God, what would it be like to feel Peter’s sweet mouth on his dick? Have him lick his balls? Rim him?
Billy groaned and spread his legs wider so he could play with his balls. One hand jerked his cock, and the other pulled on his balls, rolled them around in their tight sac, as he imagined Peter doing it to him.
His cock slipped and slid through his hand, fingers curled tight around the shaft, as he jerked himself off, imitating Peter’s hole and the grip it would have on his meat. God, he wanted to come inside Peter, wanted to take that tight ass and claim his mate. He’d cover him from behind, have the little wolf on all fours, and pound into him until he screamed his release and Billy’s name.
Billy’s balls slammed up, his cock swelled and unloaded, his hot cum shooting into the air in a white arc to land in splatters on his belly.
“Peter! Oh God,” he cried out as the tremors shook through his body, and he fell back, sated but not quite complete. Not until he had Peter beneath him.
He caught his breath, rolled to the side, and sat up. He inhaled as he smeared the still-warm cum in the hair on his chest, then stood and headed for the bathroom. Time to get showered and dressed for work.
Billy whistled as he washed, thinking of seeing Peter this morning, of those blue eyes smiling at him. He tried not to think of the bruises marring his gorgeous face, because that just riled his wolf into an angry frenzy.
Maybe he’d ask Peter out on a date so they could get to know each other better.
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Peter rolled over and stretched. His little room was perfect, except for one thing—Billy wasn’t there. He’d gone into town in the early evening the night before, stopped at the drug store, and picked up some supplies. Lube, toothpaste, and mouthwash, and something to help him sleep.
He hoped it would keep his bad dreams away so he wouldn’t embarrass himself at the B & B by crying out in his sleep. Bad enough it had happened at Billy’s but to have Marie or Maurice rush into his room and see him in that state—well, he’d just rather not.
Last night his sleep had been deep, and he remembered dreaming, but not what he dreamed about. This morning his brain moved like a lizard without the sun’s warmth. Shit, he hated taking any kind of drugs, but he’d have to until the nightmares went away.
He had no idea how long that would be. Now he wished he hadn’t been so eager to leave Billy’s place. What would a few more nights have cost? What might have happened between him and Billy, if given enough time?
Well, if Billy had denied him again, Peter would be more miserable there than there in his little room. Better not to have the constant rejection hanging over him, wearing him down. It’d be worse than Darcy telling him that he was good for only one thing—sex.
It was very early in the morning, and he buried himself under the covers to keep warm. It wasn’t as toasty as with Billy’s body next to his, but he’d have to wait for that comfort a little while longer.
He had a plan, and he was determined for it to work. By the time Peter was done, Billy would be begging to tap Peter’s ass. Oh yeah, he’d beg for it. If there was one thing Peter knew how to do, it was make a man want him. He just never learned how to make a man want to stay.
He dressed, trotted down the stairs to the kitchen, and snatched a warm apple danish from Marie’s baking sheet. She swatted him with her towel, laughing as he danced out of the way. He kissed her on the cheek and sat on a stool next to the large marble-topped island.
“You’re in a good mood, Peter.” She took a batch of cinnamon danish out of the oven and placed them on the counter. “Settling into the room?”
“Yes, ma’am. I should have the forms from the website linked to the database today; that way people can make the reservations online instead of calling you.” He licked the icing from his fingers.
“That’s wonderful. How will I see them?”
“Once they’re in the database, it’ll block the room and the dates and show up on your calendar, which you can access at any time,” he explained.
“Wow. I’m glad you’re going to explain it all to me and show me how it works.” She loaded the danish into several baskets to put on the buffet table in the dining room. “Help yourself to the coffee; then you can help me bring all these out.”
Peter poured a mug of coffee, fixed it just the way he liked it, and then carried the large coffee urn to the dining room for Marie. Once that was done, he went back, got his coffee and danish and headed to the front counter to finish his work.
Marie stopped by the desk. “Hey, remember we talked about guests’ payments? How will that work? I usually take their credit card info over the phone.”
“Now they’ll just enter it on the form, and it’ll be processed, then sent to your account when it’s finalized. By the way, I’ll need all your bank account info to set this part of it up.” He passed her a notepad with the B & B’s logo on it.
“Sure. Don’t leave this lying around, honey.” She scribbled the info and handed it back to him.
“Of course not. I’ll make sure it’s destroyed when I’m done. I’ll use the shredder, okay?” He took the sheet from her and checked it over. “Great.”
She gave him a wink and headed to the back office.
Peter filled out the banking info and sent it off to the credit card company to set up the accounts, and got back to finishing the online reservation form. Another half day or so of work and he’d be ready to test the system out with a few fake reservations. Once that worked, then he could go live with it on the website.
He tossed the note onto the stack of papers to be shredded, making a mental note to take care of them before lunch. Marie had explained she wanted to go as green as possible, and she recycled as much as she could, including any of their office papers. She’d placed recycle bins for glass and aluminum in each of the bedrooms of the inn, and out in the common spaces also.
Feeling pretty good about his work, he smiled as he thought of Billy, wondering if he’d be proud of the work Peter was doing, but mostly he wondered if Billy missed him as much as he missed Billy.
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Billy pulled the cruiser into a parking spot in Bayou’s End’s small lot and then got out. He had about a half hour before he had to be at the station, which should be enough time to find Peter, get his phone number, and ask him out on a date.
He couldn’t help but feel butterflies dancing in his belly as he took the steps to the porch. The front door was closed, but he knew it wasn’t locked, so he just went on inside.
At the front counter, Peter sat on the other side, head down, working on the computer. God, Billy had to take a deep breath to push down his wolf’s howl from escaping at the sight of his younger mate.
He stood there, just taking in the curls of Peter’s blond hair as they fell over the tanned nape of his neck, and the man’s wide but slim shoulders. Peter’s intent expression was a side Billy hadn’t seen before, and he liked what he saw. A man completely focused on his work. It was sexy as hell. Well, at least it was to Billy.
He cleared his throat, and Peter raised his head at the sound. Their gazes met, locked, and devoured each other. Billy’s cock stiffened, and as the blood rushed from his head to his dick, he swallowed and clenched his hands into fists at his side. Anything to keep from running to the counter, vaulting over it, and sweeping Peter into his arms.
“Hi,” Peter said, his soft voice drilling holes in Billy’s heart.
“Hi.” Billy licked his lips.
Peter pushed back his chair, stood, and came around the counter. “I didn’t expect you this morning.” He came up to Billy but kept just out of reach. The gleam in the man’s eyes told Billy he knew Billy was trying to control himself.
Peter turned around and walked back to the counter, his hips sort of swaying, his jeans riding low on his narrow hips, making Billy’s mouth water for a taste of hidden flesh. Then Peter turned and leaned with his back against the counter and tilted his head at Billy.
“I forgot to ask for your phone number,” was all Billy could get out without his voice going all deep and growly.
“Sure. Let me get my phone and we’ll swap.” Peter turned back and leaned over the counter to reach for his phone, going up on his bare toes, legs taut, his long-waisted torso stretched over the edge, and pushing out his ass in a blatant invitation.
Billy nearly choked. Damn, his little wolf knew how to work it, and that just turned him on even more. After a quick glance to see that they were alone, Billy took two long strides to Peter and trapped him with both hands gripping the edge of the counter.
Peter gave a sweet little whimper and backed his ass into Billy’s crotch.
Billy wrapped one hand around Peter’s waist and pulled him in tight as Peter rubbed up and down, riding Billy’s erection. Billy growled into Peter’s ear, nipped it, and ran his hand up to flick that nipple ring with his fingernail.
Peter gasped and sucked in a breath. “Wolf, did you miss me?” he whispered.
“Fuck yes, I missed you.” Need blurred all of Billy’s rational thought.
Someone cleared his throat. Billy jumped back, freeing Peter, and spun to see who had caught them.
Maurice stared at them, his arms filled with towels. “Billy.” His name came out flat and without inflection.
“Hello, Maurice.” Billy blushed. “Sorry. I…I’m here to talk to Peter.”
Peter scrambled around the counter and grabbed his phone. “I was just giving Billy my phone number.” He looked as if he were about to go up in flames as a blush deepened his tanned cheeks.
“We got guests, you know.” Maurice shook his head and went up the stairs.
Billy looked at Peter, and they waited until the old man was gone; then Peter burst out laughing. “Busted!”
It wasn’t anything to laugh about, getting caught practically having sex on the front desk of Bayou’s End. God, if Scott heard about this, he’d have Billy on desk duty for a month.
Billy held out his cell phone. “Put your number in.” Peter took it and handed Billy his phone.
“You too.”
Heads down, both men punched in the numbers of their phones, then passed them back.
Billy looked at the contact list… My Little Wolf had been typed in with Peter’s number. Billy snorted and rolled his eyes. Of course.
Peter grinned at him, then glanced at Billy’s entry. “Deputy Billy Trosclair?” He shook his head. “Oh no. I’m changing that.” He typed on the device.
Billy leaned over to check it out. Peter finished and held it up so he could see.
“Big Bad Wolf?” Billy choked.
Peter winked at him. “Damn straight.” He closed the phone and then stuck it into his pocket. “Can I help you with anything else, Deputy Trosclair?”
“Actually, I wanted to ask you to have dinner with me.”
“When? I’ll see if I’m free.” Peter teased him with a wink.
“You’re free, and you know it,” Billy grumbled. “Tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Casual or what?” Peter leaned on the counter, his face coming too close to Billy’s for comfort. Well within kissing range.
It hit Billy he’d never kissed Peter. Not on the lips, anyway.
“Casual. Hope you like seafood.”
“I love seafood.” Peter ran the pink tip of his tongue around his lips and then smacked them together.
Billy couldn’t stand it a moment longer. He grabbed Peter by the back of the neck and hauled him over until they were nose to nose. He paused, locked gazes with his mate, then surged forward and took Peter’s mouth in an assault that hardened his cock and made his wolf howl with need.
Peter melted into the kiss, opening his mouth without being asked, and let Billy invade him. Peter moaned, his hands clasping the edge of the counter as he stretched over it.
Billy broke off the kiss and let him go.
Peter staggered backward, eyes wide. He licked his lips and ran his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
“Don’t touch yourself today, Peter,” Billy ordered, his voice lowered so no one could hear but Peter.
Peter let his hand drop to his side as a visible shudder went through him.
Billy smirked, turned, and left. The door shut behind him, and he could just imagine his little wolf still standing there.
Two could play that game.