Troy pushed out of the bar, the cool night air hitting his cheeks and cooling his embarrassment. Blake followed closely behind.
“That was certainly an experience,” Troy said, running a hand over his eyes. “I can’t believe they were all staring at us.”
“Are you kidding?” Asked Blake, wrapping an arm around Troy’s waist and pulling him to his side. “Those guys haven’t seen people be passionate in that bar for year. They were impressed you and I were that into each other.”
Troy covered his face.
“They caught us having sex in the bar.”
Blake reached his hand under Troy’s chin and tipped his head back, bringing him in for a light kiss.
“Trust me,” said Blake. “That was not sex. We can go somewhere and I can remind you what sex is, if you’re in the mood for a refresher course.”
Troy blushed and felt his cock twitch at the thought of Blake inside him, pushing deeper and deeper into him until Troy came hard. There was nothing he wanted more than to be spread out in front of Blake, his for the taking. But, there was the matter of his fiancé. And, well, his entire family waiting for him to come home.
“I can’t,” Troy said. “It’s a long drive and I need to be back before it gets to be too late.”
Blake let Troy pull back but did not let go of his waist. Blake’s eyes were slightly narrowed with concern.
“Tell me something,” Blake said, “before you leave.”
“Anything,” said Troy.
“How did you know I would be at this bar? This is the first time I’ve been back to Johnny’s bar in five years and you walk through the door. The last I heard you left for Seattle.”
Troy cringed at the memory. The last time he saw Blake the lion fucked him and left him in the forest. After his father and brother figured out that Troy was slightly less than straight they sent him off to Seattle to learn the ways of their pack. There, Troy endured years of embarrassment as he tried to prove himself an alpha worthy of his father’s line. Luckily, he had won the friendship of the leader’s daughter, Kylie, and the two were engaged. Still, he couldn’t forget the taste of Blake on his lips when he was alone at night.
“I’m not sure what brought me here,” Troy said. “The memories I guess. I’m back in town for the week, visiting some family on... pack business. I came to Johnny’s because... I don’t know. The last time I came here turned out to be pretty amazing. I wanted to see if lightning would strike twice.”
He smiled up at Blake.
“I guess it did.”
Blake smiled down at him. Troy thought he saw a flicker of something else in the lion’s eyes. A quick flash in the dark, something like hope maybe? Or anticipation? He could smell the lust on Blake’s skin, heady undertones of musk and salt.
“Here for a week, huh?” Blake asked. “What can I do to ensure that this isn’t a one-off?”
Troy blushed a little and hoped Blake couldn’t see it in the dark.
“I definitely want to see you again,” Troy said. His eyes roamed over the man’s face. His cheeks were sharper than they had been five years ago. Now twenty-six, Blake looked more like a man with his square jaw and bold features. The dusting of his five-o’clock shadow was the same tawny-gold as his, now ruffled undercut. His lips stood out against the hair, pink and swollen in the moonlight.
“I want to do more than see you again,” Troy admitted. He could not tear his eyes away from those dangerous lips.
Blake flicked his tongue across his mouth and smiled at Troy.
“It’s a deal, then,” Blake said. “I’ll see you again soon. Plus, I know where you live.”
He paused for a moment and then said, “Does your family still own the resort on the lake?”
Troy laughed and nodded.
“Then I know where you live,” Blake said. “So I will come looking for you if I don’t see you in a couple days. It’s been a while since I tasted wolf.”
Troy pushed himself up and brushed his lips against Blake’s. He reveled in the way Blake’s scruff tickled his cheek and breathed in the masculine smell of sweat, sunshine, and soap. It had really been too long.
“I have to go,” said Troy, “but I’ll find you this week.”
“I hear wolves have a very good sense of smell,” said Blake. “Just follow your nose.”
Troy walked toward his car, eyes still focused on the lion.
“I’ll even howl for you, if I need to,” Troy said.
“Oh,” said Blake, walking toward his own vehicle, a black Denali, “you’ll be howling.”
Troy sank into the car, a red pickup borrowed from his brother, and breathed heavily. Blake’s scent lingered in his nose and on his clothes. Groaning, Troy turned on the ignition. What had he done?