My Life Without Garlic (14 page)

“You almost made me piss my pants,” Augustin said bluntly. “I’m scared of bats. They carry rabies.”

“Not all of them. I don’t.” Tony couldn’t stand it any longer. He wrapped his arms around Augustin and nearly toppled the both of them. “I missed you. Tell me we can work this out somehow.”

Augustin’s lips brushed against his cheek, either a kiss or a breath, maybe both. “Oh, we can. I’m…” He shivered. “I’m even willing to discuss the blood thing.”

And just like that, arousal slammed into Tony.

“Just discuss,” Augustin said. “I don’t—that’s a level of commitment that’s, you know, wow.”

“It’s forever,” Tony murmured, wondering, hoping.

“It is, and we should maybe get to know each other better first.”

“Maybe?” Tony asked.

Augustin surprised him by sucking on Tony’s earlobe.

Tony held onto Augustin, stroking his back, down to his ass, up to his shoulders.

Augustin wiggled closer and nipped at the flesh he’d just suckled.

It heightened Tony’s arousal, surprising him. He hadn’t known he’d like anyone messing with his ears.
Not anyone—Augustin.
Chances were good that anything Augustin did to him, Tony would love.

Augustin also was caressing him, kneading Tony’s ass. He stopped nibbling on Tony’s ear, and Tony turned to meet his lips for a kiss.

Tony cupped the back of Augustin’s head and held him in place. He slanted his mouth just so and tangled his tongue with Augustin’s. He was never letting this man go again, not like he had done so foolishly days before.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Fuck the ice cream.
Augustin might go to hell for that thought, but with Tony groping him, kissing him like Augustin meant something to him, well, the cold treat could just melt.

Augustin clutched at Tony and moaned as the man plundered his mouth. It wasn’t like Augustin was being passive—Tony was just taking over and it felt really,
really
good.

Until Tony got a little too aggressive, and Augustin got a little too clingy. They went down and Augustin yelped when their teeth clacked together, then again when something dug into his ass rather painfully—

“Aw, goddamn it!” There was no mistake what the cold, wet stuff was under his butt.

“Are you okay?” Tony asked, except he was kind of lisping.

Augustin blinked when he saw the long fangs. “What are you doing with those things? Put them up!”

Tony licked his lips—which took some doing, fangs and all. “You busted your lip.”

Augustin started to reach for his lip, only stopping himself from doing so when it occurred to him that his hands had left Tony’s shoulders and slapped against the filthy ground. But a simple swipe of his tongue and he tasted blood. “This doesn’t count as exchanging blood,” he muttered.

Tony shook his head. “Nope. ’M not bleeding. Just you.”

“Good, because when it comes to the blood thing, that’s going to be voluntary, on purpose, not some accidental blood swap. Is that even possible?”

“Yes.” Tony got up and offered him a hand. “Your ice cream is melting.”

Augustin kicked an open carton. “It’s on my butt. Gross.” He wasn’t going to think about how nasty it felt. “I can’t even hide it! People are going to think the worst.”

Tony snickered.

Augustin’s heart did an odd little fluttery thing.

“I’ll walk behind you,” Tony promised him, and Augustin saw that the fangs were now gone. “Cover your backside.” Tony waggled his eyebrows.

“You’d better cover it,” Augustin told him, turning his nose up a little.

“I’ll get this mess.” Tony picked up the containers and put them in the bag. “Do you want to try to rescue any of it?”

Augustin considered the question for a second then nodded. “Yeah, even though I don’t need it now.”

“We should talk—”

“Later,” Augustin said. “Definitely, we need to talk, but after you fuck me. And after I get these pants off.”

“Yes, I can’t fuck you through them…” Tony danced back when Augustin threw a playful punch at him.

“That was bad.” Augustin couldn’t help but smile. “Come on.” Once they were both inside, Augustin tipped his head toward Tony. “Can you put the gelato away then, oh, I don’t know. Get naked and ready to fuck me on the surface of your choice while I shower.”

Tony jogged to the refrigerator. “I can so do that. Make it a quick shower.”

Augustin was quick and thorough. He had just started toweling off when a very naked Tony came into the bathroom, grabbed the towel, and threw it aside.

“Now,” Tony said, and damned if that bossy alpha pose and tone didn’t just send Augustin’s dick into all kinds of harder-than-hard territory.

Tony gripped him by the nape and kissed him, then rested his brow against Augustin’s. “I know where I’m going to fuck you.”

“Where?” Augustin’s voice sure had gotten all breathless and wavery.

Tony let go of his nape and instead grabbed him by one butt cheek. “This way.”

Walking like that was difficult. Augustin didn’t complain. He was in the mood to be led around by his ass.

Tony took him away from the bedroom and into the living room.

Augustin’s mind buzzed like a hive of bees had taken over his skull when he saw the window with the curtains parted all the way and the blinds up. He looked at Tony.

Tony’s need shone in his expression. “Yes. There, against the window while I pound into your ass.”

Augustin’s mouth went dry.

Tony went from gripping his backside to stroking it. “Just imagine what your neighbors will think if they look out and see you.”

“Thank God there’s no children close by?” Augustin joked. Actually, he was fairly certain he’d be hidden, what with the trees and all.

But if he wasn’t…

Tony dragged his fingers down to tease at Augustin’s hole.

“No…” Augustin gulped, trying to get up his nerve. “Nothing between us.” He wasn’t going to catch vampirism through sex. That was the only thing Tony could give him that would harm him—and Augustin figured it would harm him because he didn’t want to have to give up Tony.

“Are you sure?” Tony asked.

Augustin bobbed his head. Now that he’d said it, he was more than sure. He was so hot and horny for it, he was ready to beg.

Tony didn’t make him, instead kissing him slowly, tracing the length of Augustin’s spine, caressing his sides, his arms, his hips.

Augustin was melting for the man, inside and out. He tried to touch him back, but Augustin’s limbs felt heavy with the pleasure Tony was providing.

Then Tony moved a hand around to palm Augustin’s cock.

Augustin might have whimpered—he’d deny it if Tony said he’d done so—and started wiggling, needing more friction against his shaft.

Tony didn’t give it to him. He kept the touch there light while increasing the pressure to Augustin’s butt.

Somehow they started moving. Augustin felt like he was floating, and maybe he was, what with Tony and his vampire voodoo.

The cold press of the glass against his back and butt startled a yelp out of Augustin.

Tony didn’t stop kissing him even then. He pressed a leg between Augustin’s and gave him a little pressure that way.

Augustin held onto those broad shoulders and started moving, dragging his balls over the hard muscles beneath them, rubbing his cock against Tony’s hip.

Tony turned Augustin’s head to the side and licked a path down his neck.

“Jesus,” Augustin got out, wanting a bite, not wanting anything like that at all, twisted up inside over what he feared and craved at the same time.

Tony nipped him, not breaking the skin.

Augustin almost came.

“Not yet,” Tony murmured. He suckled on the spot he’d nipped.

Augustin was going to lose his damn mind if he didn’t get laid, soon.

Tony marked his neck on another spot, then proceeded to make his way down to Augustin’s nipples.

“Tony, please,” Augustin whined. “I… I gotta—”

Tony lapped at one tit while playing with the other.

Augustin appreciated foreplay, he
did,
but… “Tony!”

Tony chuckled then spun him around so fast Augustin’s nose was kind of smushed against the glass. He fixed that by turning his head a little more.

Augustin braced his hands on the windowsill while Tony spread his cheeks. He knew what was coming—besides him, of course—as Tony licked down his spine.

Still, when Tony delved into his crease, tracking down to his asshole, Augustin was almost overwhelmed by the pleasure of it. He arched his back, offering everything.

And Tony took it, tongue-fucking him until Augustin was a blabbering, jabbering mess. He’d clawed at the wooden window frame until his fingers hurt, but damn, even that felt good.

But nothing like Tony rising behind him, covering Augustin with strength and muscles and horny man.

Tony whispered something in his ear just as he pressed the tip of his dick to Augustin’s hole.

Before the words registered, Augustin was mewling, his body opening to the thick length pushing into it.

Tony cursed, driving in steadily. He locked an arm around Augustin and tangled his other hand with one of Augustin’s.

Augustin tried to roll his hips and get more of Tony’s cock.

Tony growled and thrust, giving him what he wanted.

It was the perfect blend of strength and restraint. Augustin sailed up on his toes at the burn, but after a heartbeat he was moving, grinding, seeking more.

“I’ve got you,” Tony said before sucking on a sweet spot beneath his ear.

Then all Augustin could do was feel, because, yes, Tony really
did
have him.

All of him. Not just his ass, or his dick, or his body, but the parts of himself Augustin had never given away before, not fully.

He’d been too afraid to trust anyone with all that he was, but now… Now he knew he was with the one man who loved him just the way he was.

Tony
did
love him. Those three words had penetrated the hazy fog of lust Augustin had been wrapped up in. Tony had said them just before he’d pushed into Augustin.

Augustin loved Tony, too, but decided he’d tell him later, after they’d had time to recover and talk. He wanted to make sure Tony was very clearly aware that Augustin meant the words.

Tony had meant them
.
He told me when he was ready.

Augustin had to confess his love in his own way and in his own time, however, and while Tony was hammering into him, he wanted to just
feel
that.

Tony tightened his hold on Augustin, powering into him repeatedly.

Augustin grunted with every penetration, his cock being driven against the window in a way he wasn’t sure he liked, or disliked. There was no telling when his gland was being pegged repeatedly. Augustin just felt good everywhere.

“God—” Tony panted, thrusting harder still. “Damn it—” His hips moved faster, the sound of them slapping Augustin’s ass loud.

Augustin looked forward to those bruises. He clenched his ass on the next thrust, did it again and again until Tony let out a strangled shout and came, pumping his release into Augustin. Augustin tried to get a hand on his dick but Tony was shaking, thrusting, falling apart for him.

Then he wasn’t. Tony kept fucking him, and it was Tony’s hand on his dick that pushed Augustin over the edge. That, and the scrape of teeth over his shoulder.

Augustin came so hard his head spun. He had no sense of how long his orgasm lasted, only that it seemed to touch every part of his body until it was vibrating with intense bliss.

He knew then that he wouldn’t be able to keep back those words like he’d intended. Not when Tony was right there, holding him like he was someone special, because he was, to Tony.

So Augustin let go of that last little bit of fear as he reached behind himself to cup Tony’s neck. He turned his own head a little more and let the words go. “I love you, too, you know.”

“I know.” Tony kissed him sloppily.

It was the best kiss ever, as far as Augustin was concerned.

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Coyote’s Call: Off Course

Bailey Bradford

Excerpt

Chapter One

At a quarter after three on August twenty-first, Gideon Wells’ car started sputtering, the gas pedal suddenly useless as he coasted down a desolate Texas road. Gideon knew the exact time since it was in the morning and he was now stranded in the middle of Texas without a cell phone or anyone to call, even if he’d had one.

He did note the temperature gauge, since the needle to it was deep in the red zone. Then the whole car shuddered, smoke and flames shot out from under the hood, and Gideon’s impending self-pity was drowned out by sheer terror as visions of him dying a hot, fiery death flashed through his head.

Gideon didn’t worry about his keys or anything other than surviving this hellish experience. He did grab the duffle off the front seat just before leaping out of the car.

At least he’d braked to an almost-stop first. But with the flames and all, putting the car in park hadn’t really occurred to him.

The ground was hard, without even a smidgen of grass to cushion his landing. A grunt was knocked out of him, and Gideon hoped he hadn’t broken any bones.

He heard a loud popping sound, followed by grinding and what was most likely metal on metal somehow—the car going through one of those barbed wire fences, he supposed. Gideon got a breath in, deciding his lungs worked and no ribs were broken. He started to roll onto his side when movement not three inches from his face caused him to freeze.

With the car ablaze and a full moon out, Gideon had no trouble seeing what was waving at him. He just had a hell of a time getting his brain to process the image his eyes were sending it.

Once that all flowed together, terror flared to life in every cell in his body. Gideon tried to scramble back but his limbs seemed to have forgotten they were supposed to follow his orders.