When Ben slid out from under Mr. Evans’s truck, he sat up and saw Robin—and Jack. Ben grinned and rolled to his feet. He’d not had anything scheduled until Mrs. Lewis’s oil and tires tomorrow, so he’d been glad when Mr. Evans had showed up. The job had helped to pass time.
And now, Jack was there, and Ben wanted to just drag him into the office and have his way with him. Not even twelve hours apart and I ache like I hadn’t just had him this morning.
“Jack. Let me just wash my hands.” Ben held them up, showing the oil and grunge on them.
Jack glanced at Robin, then headed toward Ben. “I’ll come with you. It was nice meeting you, Robin.”
“Same,” Robin replied, sounding much friendlier than normal. “But don’t be surprised if the rest of the family is here in under five minutes.”
Ben groaned. “What’d you do, call them?”
Robin shook his head. “Nah. I was on the phone with Lacey when your loverboy walked in. I asked who he was, and she heard him. Presto. Family gossip line activated. Although, I knew who you were.” He winked at Jack. “Besides smelling like my brother, I’ve seen you at the ranch. I’ll leave you two alone.”
“I can’t stay long,” Jack warned. “I just needed to see you, at least for a few minutes, for me, or us, but also, because Aldan showed up at the ranch today. Ernesto caught him out by the north pasture. There was a fight and—”
“Who fought?” Ben asked, stopping and looking Jack over. “Not you?”
“Not me,” Jack agreed. “Rhett beat the crap out of Aldan, but Aldan did some damage, too. Anyway, seems that Aldan thinks something strange is going on at the ranch. He said people are talking and there’s coywolves at our ranch and no one else’s, too many of them and—I don’t know. He’s probably just trying to stir up trouble. There’s no way he could know about shifters, right?”
Ben wanted to believe that, but— “I don’t know, either. The fact is, the wolf and coyote shifters want us gone. We’re abominations in their opinions. Could be some of them have started spreading rumors, maybe not of shifters, but of coywolves in general. If you get humans stirred up enough over something they don’t understand, they’ll do everything they can to kill whatever that something is.”
“No, that’s not going to happen,” Jack vowed.
“No, it isn’t,” Ben agreed. “I’m going to have to talk to Casey, let him know what’s going on. We were going to shift and run tonight, but if we do, we’ll need to avoid the Double T, I think.”
Jack opened the restroom door. “Looks like your hands would slip.”
Ben chuckled. “Yeah, I normally wipe them off on a hand towel first, but I got distracted by this sexy man standing by my dorky brother.”
“Robin seems like a nice guy,” Jack said. “So, what do you really think about Aldan?”
“Nothing yet. I mean, he could have lied about why he was there. He could have told the truth. Nothing we can do but be careful and keep an eye out on him.” Ben nudged the knob to get the water on. He washed his hands while Jack watched him in the mirror.
“Rhett’s pretty sore. Aldan caught him hard on the jaw and side, his ribs. Gave him a glancing blow on the temple, too, but Rhett wouldn’t go to the doctor when I asked him if he wanted to earlier, and he seems fine—just like he’s aching from the fight. Aldan looked worse. Rhett threatened to shoot him if he came back onto our property. I worked outside with the ranch hands today.” Jack smiled toothily. “It felt good. I hated it when I was a kid, but damn, I enjoyed it today.”
Ben turned the water off, then dried his hands. “That’s great.” He turned and grabbed Jack by the shirt front. “Now kiss me.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” Jack murmured. He pulled Ben into his arms and slanted his lips over Ben’s.
Ben felt that kiss from his lips all the way down to his toes, and all points in between. He moaned and backed Jack up to the closed door where he could rub against that lean, sexy body to his heart—and dick’s—content.
He began to rut, rubbing his hardening shaft over Jack’s until they were both fully erect, and Jack was clutching at his ass, encouraging Ben to move faster, harder.
Ben brought his hands up to Jack’s chest, then ran them down, down, as he slid to his knees.
“Ben?” Jack squeaked. “Your family—”
“Don’t want to talk about them,” Ben muttered, pressing his face to Jack’s groin. He inhaled and smelled sweat and musk and pre-cum. “Mmm.”
“I didn’t shower—”
“Good.” Ben liked the way Jack smelled, had never been turned off by the scent of a man who’d been working. “I’m gonna lick you until you come.”
That got him another delightful squeak, then he unfastened Jack’s belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slid the zipper down.
“Nice, honey,” he praised, admiring the rigid outline of Jack’s dick through the red briefs. “Very nice.” He licked the length of it, wetting that red fabric.
Jack placed trembling hands on Ben’s shoulders. “Oh… fuck!”
Ben worked his own cock free, then he really went to it, doing his best to blow Jack through the thin material, sucking at the fat head, dragging his tongue up and down from base to tip. When Jack began to pant, Ben tugged Jack’s underwear down enough to uncover his shaft, then Ben fisted the base of it and sucked the crown right into his mouth.
Jack made a strangled sound, and Ben stopped teasing. He took Jack’s cock in as deep as he could and started jacking himself off at the same time.
Jack started to thrust, rocking his slender hips forward and pushing into Ben’s throat. Ben willed himself to relax, to take it, willed Jack to fuck his face, to not hold back.
Then it happened—that sharing of thoughts and feelings, and Jack hissed as he buried his hands in Ben’s hair.
“That’s what you want,” Jack rasped, “Then fuck yeah.” He thrust in deep, and Ben burned with lust. He’d never let someone take him like that, never let anyone hold his head and fuck his mouth. There was something powerful and erotic about it, and his own dick pulsed as he came without warning. The mix of Jack’s pleasure and his own had collided and exploded, sending his climax rocketing.
Ben moaned around Jack’s cock, then Jack was moving faster, harder, his balls slapping Ben’s chin. Ben was lost in wave after wave of pleasure, his and Jack’s.
“Coming,” Jack whispered just before the bitter tang of cum spread on Ben’s tongue. Jack pushed in deep, pulled out, and the next shots landed on Ben’s face, his lips and cheek and chin. “So hot. Damn.” Jack rubbed his dick over Ben’s face, spreading his seed. “Ungh. I wish you didn’t have to wash it off.”
Before Ben could say anything, Jack pulled him up and started licking him clean.
Tongue baths were awesome things. As coywolves, Ben and his siblings often cleaned each other in such a way, although not, in any regards, a sexual way. But licking and cleaning meant caring and love, safety and pack, so to have Jack do that to him was an incredible experience. It was Jack claiming him, protecting him, whether Jack knew it or not.
“I know. I see it, feel it. You’re so much a part of me already, I can’t imagine not being with you. We can’t spend the rest of the week apart, Ben. Not the whole week.”
“No,” Ben agreed. “Can I stay with you at night? I’ll come over after I run tonight.”
“Yes,” Jack said out loud. “You do that. Every night.” He licked Ben again, from lips to cheek to ear. “Do that, and tonight, when you come to me, I’m going to make you mine in every way.”
Ben’s insides warmed and jittered. “I’ve never bottomed before.”
“I know. I remember. I’ll make sure you love it.” Jack kissed him then, sharing with Ben the flavor of his own release.
Ben shivered and pressed in close to Jack.
Less than a minute later, someone banged on the door. “If y’all are done now?”
“Lacey,” Ben muttered.
Jack steered him back to the sink. “Wash off. I might have missed a spot, but I doubt it.”
Ben doubted it too. He smelled like sex and Jack. He rinsed his face off, then dried it. “Ready to face the pack?”
Jack grinned. “Bring them on.”
Ben gave Jack a noisy kiss, then opened the door.
Lacey, Robin, Anne, Emil, and Casey were assembled not six feet away, and all but Casey began clapping and whistling when Ben and Jack stepped out.
Ben flipped them off. “Cut it out, or I’ll disown all of you.”
“Right,” Lacey said. She walked right up to Jack and sniffed him. “You smell like sex and Ben. Ew. But welcome to our family. I’m Lacey.”
Jack held out his hand to her, but Lacey rolled her eyes and hugged him instead.
Jack stayed through the introductions, and not much longer. “I have to go. I promised Rhett his favorite pizza since he’s so miserable.”
“Miserable?” Casey asked. “Is he sick?”
Jack shrugged. “No reason for you to worry about him. Ben can fill you in on what happened. I have to run.” He turned to Ben. “See you later?”
“Count on it.” Ben clasped Jack’s nape and took a quick, hard kiss. “Later.”
Jack’s cheeks pinked up and he grinned. “Okay. Just remember what I said.”
“Ohhhh, what’d he say?” Anne asked. “Something dirty?”
“If so, we don’t want to know,” Emil quickly added.
Ben ignored them and watched as Jack strode from the building. “He’s something else.”
“What happened to Rhett?” Casey asked.
Ben looked at him. “He got in a fight with Aldan, one of the guys he fired for being a bigot. Aldan got some punches in, too, but I think Rhett won the battle. That brings us to the reason Jack stopped by.” Ben turned his full attention to his pack. This was important information, and he delivered it soberly. “I told Jack I didn’t think Aldan could really know about us, but I wonder.”
“You wonder if wolf and coyote shifters would put their own lives at risk, the whole secrecy of shifters’ existence at risk, just to get rid of us?” Casey asked. “I’d go with it being possible. Stupid, but possible.”
Emil rubbed his arms. “So what do we do?”
“We watch this Aldan guy, see who he’s talking to, and we avoid running in our usual areas.” Casey pointed at Ben. “That means you can’t go near the Double T unless you’re in human form.”
“I won’t. Are we running tonight?” Ben wanted to, but he could hold off if necessary.
“We’re running, all right,” Casey replied. “Right after we find out where Aldan whatever-his-name-is lives. You think Jack will give you his last name?”
“As long as we aren’t going to harm him, yeah.” Ben sent a silent request to Jack. “Okay, well, since everyone’s here, help me clean up, then we can get out of here as soon as Mr. Evans gets his truck.”
Then, tonight, they’d run.