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  Huh. Maybe he could talk Alli into taking a vacation with him. A nice, long one. Preferably somewhere without cell phone service.

  Michael quickly punched in the numbers for Maryanne’s cell. If anyone could head Evan off, it would be her. And in the meantime, no way on Earth was Michael saying anything to Alli. The man was skittish enough. He’d probably flee at the thought of meeting Michael’s family.

  Although with his family? Michael really wouldn’t blame Alli one bit.

  Chapter Ten

  Alli dropped face down on the couch with a loud groan. Michael chuckled, shoving the door closed with his foot.

  “I’m hungry,” he declared.

  Alli buried his head in one of the throw pillows. “You can’t possibly be hungry again,” he muttered. “You ate an entire pizza by yourself.”

  “It was only a medium,” Michael pointed out.

  Alli stirred himself enough to wave one hand in the air. “Get your own food. I’m not moving. Ever again.”

  Michael grinned. Alli was just too cute. They’d worked hard all day, and it showed. Michael was feeling a bit sore himself. Amazing how much dead plants could weigh. And then there were the clay pots and the small trees and…

  Yeah. He could sympathize with Alli’s drama. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun with it, though.

  Michael plucked a leaf out of Alli’s tangled hair and twirled it. “Someone needs a shower,” he teased.

  “Showering requires moving.”

  “What if I joined you? Tempted then?”

  Alli’s head turned, one eye popped open, and he looked interested. For all of three seconds. Then he shook his head. “We’d slip, fall, and end this marvelous day in the hospital, because that’s all it needs to be absolutely perfect.”

  “Stop being such a grouch. Come on, I’ll wash your back,” Michael wheedled.

  “I’ll take a shower tomorrow,” Alli declared. “When the danger has passed.”

  “You make absolutely no sense sometimes.”

  “We all have talents.”

  Michael reached down, wrapped his hands around Alli’s skinny waist, and hauled the man up. Alli yelped, limbs flailing.

  “What the hell? Stop that, you jerk! I was sleeping!”

  “No, you were complaining. Come on, the least you can do is keep me company while I shower.”

  “I’m not sitting on the toilet while you get all wet and soapy and…” Alli trailed off, licking his lips. And oh, happy day. His pupils were dilating, his breath just the slightest bit choppy.

  Score.

  “Sure you don’t want to join me?” Michael whispered in Alli’s ear.

  “We’ll die.”

  “From a shower?”

  “It’s Friday.”

  “And that still means nothing to me.”

  “I don’t… Oh, fuck.” Alli lunged, smashing their lips together with enough force that Michael actually heard their teeth collide. He didn’t complain, though. He was far too busy kissing Alli back.

  “That’s my goal,” Michael murmured into Alli’s open mouth.

  “Huh?”

  “Fuck.”

  “Oh. Sounds good. No. Wait.”

  “No more waiting.”

  Michael was done waiting. If it were up to Alli, they’d dance around for another couple of weeks before Michael would even get a blow job. So he was taking matters into his own hands. Literally.

  With that thought foremost in his mind, Michael dropped his right hand and palmed the front of Alli’s jeans. Alli moaned, head dropping back, when Michael squeezed.

  “Do that again,” Alli demanded.

  “That and more,” Michael promised.

  God, but Alli was hot. He squirmed against Michael, spreading his legs to give his cock more room. The scent of arousal filled the air, Alli’s penis a delicious, hot bulge under Michael’s touch. Alli lifted one leg, wrapping it around the back of Michael’s knee to give Michael a better angle. Michael took advantage, rubbing and pressing until Alli was moaning almost continuously.

  Then he moved his hand.

  Alli whimpered. Honest to God whimpered at the loss of the touch.

  “No, so close,” he begged.

  “Don’t worry,” Michael told him, nipping at the skin behind Alli’s ear. “I’m not even close to being finished yet. And if anyone rings the doorbell, they’re out of luck. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” And that could take a few days.

  “Yes, please.”

  Michael stepped back and Alli almost broke down. He had never gotten so revved up, so fast. Not even in his horny teenage years—and fairies could be sex-crazed during that period. But Alli let Michael go without a protest. It was no less than he deserved, after all he’d put Michael through.

  And then Michael did something astonishing. He grabbed Alli’s hand and started walking backward down the hall. Alli was treated to one of those adorable boyish grins.

  “You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

  “Maybe.”

  Michael sighed, but the sound was more fond than exasperated. “We have a lot of work to do with you,” he said.

  “Okay.” And it was. Because if Michael wanted to work on fixing some of Alli’s pessimistic attitude problems, well, that meant he had to stick around, didn’t it? Alli really, really wanted Michael to stick around for a long time. Permanently would work.

  “No more thinking,” Michael ordered. “You get in trouble when you start thinking. And as attractive as I find your intelligence, it’s not the part of you I’m interested in right now.”

  They stopped inside the doorway and Alli swallowed. It had been a long time and…

  “Kiss me again?” he asked.

  Michael did just that. Alli sank into the feel of Michael and let his brain shut off. It was easier to shove the world aside when Michael was kissing him, touching him. The kiss was passionate but leisurely, both tasting and licking. Alli slid his hands up underneath Michael’s shirt, leaning into his lover’s bulkier frame and stroking along the smooth, warm skin.

  Now that they had started this, Alli lost all sense of urgency. He would have been completely content to stand there the rest of the night, just touching and tasting.

  Well, maybe not. Michael did something wonderful with his tongue and Alli groaned. His erection was pressing against the zipper of his jeans with painful force.

  Maybe it was time to lose the clothes.

  Alli pulled back. This time it was Michael’s turn to protest. Alli smiled, donning his best wicked, seductive expression. It wasn’t something he’d used in a while. But considering the way Michael swallowed hard, cheeks flushing? Oh, yeah. It still worked.

  Alli stripped off his dirt-stained, long-sleeved shirt in one motion, letting it land on the floor. He toed off his shoes, kicked them aside, then started on the fastenings of his pants.

  Michael just stood there, watching, practically salivating as his eyes ran over Alli’s chest with a heat Alli could almost feel.

  “Going to join me?” Alli’s voice came out husky, deeper than normal. Damn, but he sounded downright sexy.

  Michael seemed to agree. His eyes went dark and—wait, were they glowing?

  “Michael?”

  The bear shook his head from side to side and took a couple of deep breaths. “Sorry.” There was a low grumble when he spoke, the sound almost like gravel under tires. “Bruce wants out. Badly.”

  “Sorry, buddy.” Alli tilted his head. “Bruce isn’t invited to this party. He’ll have to wait until later.”

  Then Alli shimmied his hips. His one-size-too-big jeans slipped off and puddled around his feet.

  Michael growled and pounced. They hit the mattress and a light, happy sound filled the room.

  What do you know? He was laughing. Alli hadn’t thought anything could make him laugh after the stress of the day.

  “Damn, but that’s a gorgeous sound.” Michael dove in, devouring Alli’s mouth again. Alli mo
aned and reached up, twining his fingers in the thick, soft pelt of hair.

  “Clothes. Off.” Alli gasped the order between kisses.

  “Don’t want to let go,” Michael growled back.

  “Sex works better without clothes.”

  “Smartass.”

  “You know it.”

  Still, Alli couldn’t help clutching when Michael moved. He finally made himself let go with the reminder of a naked Michael.

  Seconds later, he got his wish. Michael stood next to the bed, nude and perfect. Alli hadn’t gotten a good look before, but he was darn well looking now. Michael might not be a tall man, but he certainly packed a lot on his frame. He was all bulging muscles and ridged skin. And furry. Oh, God. Alli had always had a thing for furry men, so different from his own race, and Michael delivered in spades. His well-defined chest was coated in a nice pelt, from collarbone to groin, thinning at the waist, then bushy again. And that bush. It framed a thick cock, dark with blood and leaking heavily.

  Alli’s mouth almost watered. He reached out.

  “Bring that here,” he ordered.

  Michael laughed, crawling up onto the bed and bracing himself on his knees. Alli didn’t waste any time, diving down and capturing his prize with eager hands. He followed the thick vein along one side, moaning aloud at the feel of silky skin. His other hand wandered, tracing along the line of muscle in Michael’s taut thigh.

  Alli slid his hands up and down, cupping the head as he passed, gathering some pre-cum to slick his way. Michael’s head dropped back, reaching up to grip Alli’s head.

  “Careful,” Michael warned. “Won’t last long if you keep that up.”

  Oooh, partial sentences. Alli was clearly doing something right.

  “You can get it up again.” Alli kept moving, not willing to let go just yet.

  “Babe…”

  Michael captured Alli’s wandering fingers. “No,” he stated. “I want to get inside you.”

  Alli groaned, the words hitting him hard. His muscles tensed up and he almost shot then and there. Damn, but it had definitely been too long, if jacking someone off and a promise of something—someone—in his ass was nearly enough to set off his orgasm.

  “Hurry,” he ordered Michael.

  Michael shoved Alli backward on the bed and Alli went, miraculously enough landing with his head on the pillows. Michael leaned over him, then froze.

  “Wait. Lube.”

  Alli whimpered. “Oh, shit.”

  Michael rummaged through the drawer, coming up empty. “Shit, what did I do with it?”

  “Under the bed?”

  Michael hung his head over the side of the bed and started to root around on the floor. The pose should have been amusing, but it put that tight ass on display.

  “This feels vaguely familiar,” Alli murmured, reaching out to touch.

  “Hallelujah!” Michael popped back up with the lube. He dropped it on the bed before coming down on top of Alli again.

  Then Michael slid down Alli’s body, taking his time. The slide of skin on skin… Alli hummed in utter pleasure. The feel of Michael surrounding him, covering him from head to foot, was better than anything Alli could remember. Alli squirmed when Michael paused halfway down his chest, licking at his nipples, teeth coming out to tease.

  “Keep going,” Alli ordered. “Need you. In me. Now.”

  “You’re the boss.” Michael gave one last nip at the now hyper-sensitive buds of flesh. He settled himself between Alli’s legs. Without prompting, Alli lifted his legs, spreading them wide.

  “Damn, would you look at that?”

  “Can’t bend that way.”

  Michael snorted. “My literal lover.”

  “Nice. Alliteration.”

  “If you can think that well, then I’m not doing my job.” Michael slid his hands down the crack of Alli’s ass and massaged the globes before he slipped one finger between and probed Alli’s hole. Alli arched up.

  “Oh, you’re doing great. Fantastic. Don’t stop!”

  The finger moved away, came back slick. And wasn’t that a neat trick? Alli breathed out as Michael’s finger slid inside his ass to the first knuckle, then the second. Alli loved that feeling.

  “More,” Alli ordered.

  “Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” Michael chuckled.

  Alli smacked the top of his head. “Too slow!”

  “Getting there, babe. Patience.”

  He pulled out then came back with two fingers, stretching Alli oh-so-slowly. Far too slowly.

  “You’re so tight,” Michael remarked, adding more lube.

  “I’m good, swear. I like the burn,” Alli confessed.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  A third finger speared in, faster than the first, pumping more forcefully. It burned, stung, but felt so good. Alli wrapped his legs around Michael’s back, arching into the touch, forcing Michael’s fingers deeper.

  “Now, Michael, now. Please. I need.”

  “You sure?”

  “Michael!”

  Michael pulled his fingers out and Alli sobbed. He felt so empty, aching. Michael moved lower, shifted Alli’s legs up onto his shoulders. Alli groaned at the stretch in his lower back, his body not used to flexing anymore. But it felt great, fantastic, the good kind of burn.

  Like when Michael slowly pushed the head of his cock into Alli’s ass.

  “Tell me if it hurts,” Michael ordered.

  “Good. Keep going. Please.”

  Michael grunted, slid a bit deeper. It hurt some—he’d never done penetration with any of his one-night stands, and it had been a really long time since Marandon. A lifetime.

  Alli shoved thoughts of his former lover aside, staring up into Michael’s dark, passion-filled eyes. He let himself focus on that, just seeing his current lover. His bear.

  Those deep, dark eyes widened. Whatever Michael saw in Alli’s gaze, it sent him over the edge. With a low, sexy growl, he thrust home.

  Alli yelled, the burn intense as Michael filled him up.

  “God, so good.” He clutched Michael’s shoulders, fingers digging in, probably leaving marks.

  Good. Michael was his bear. No one else’s. No one else would get to feel this, that thick cock pounding into their ass, smell the arousal thick in the air. Only Alli.

  Michael set up a hard, bruising rhythm. He pulled his hips back, cock almost slipping free, before he slammed back in. Alli spread, rising to meet each stroke. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just feel. Feel those strong arms caging him in, the fat girth working his inner muscles. They pressed close, sweat dripping off Michael’s chest. Alli’s cock rubbed against Michael’s firm abs, the ridged muscles and the wiry hair sending shock waves through his engorged flesh.

  “Harder,” he gasped. “So close. Close. Michael!”

  “Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Hot and tight. Taking me.”

  Michael changed his angle of penetration and nailed Alli’s prostate head-on. Alli nearly rose off the bed, clutching at Michael’s back, and screamed as his release swamped him, boiling out. Warm spunk spread across his skin as he came. The feelings went on and on until Alli collapsed back, trembling and shaking.

  “So fucking pretty,” Michael breathed.

  Alli had nothing left. He lay there, trying to remember how breathing worked, while Michael continued to thrust. His body tingled, the friction nearly painful to his sensitized skin. Alli summoned enough energy to reach over, slide the pad of his thumb across Michael’s side, down to the swell of Michael’s ass.

  The taut flesh tightened under Alli as Michael growled. This growl was different from any Alli had heard from the man before, primal and possessive. Michael went rigid above Alli.

  A wordless shout worked its way out from a clenched jaw, echoing off the walls. Heat flooded Alli’s ass, filling him up and then some as Michael swelled within him.

  With another long, drawn-out groan, Michael collapsed. They landed in a sweaty, cum-soak
ed pile. Alli had to slide Michael to the side a bit so the weight didn’t crush him into pudding, but Alli kept his arms wrapped around his lover.

  They just lay there for long minutes, the smell of cum heavy in the air, the only sound that of harsh breathing.

  Michael finally rolled aside. Alli briefly mourned his loss as Michael’s cock pulled free. He consoled himself with the thought that they could do that again. And again.

  Just as soon as he finished being dead.

  “Damn,” Michael said, staring with blank eyes at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell rapidly and he blinked a few times. “I think you killed me.”

  “Same here.”

  Alli groaned again as feeling started to reenter his lower body. His legs were sticky, cum sliding from his ass and down his thighs. And that image should not be so arousing. Alli raised his head a bit to look down with disbelief, where his cock was trying to twitch back to life.

  He resolved to ignore it. Alli would need a couple hours of sleep before he was up for another round. Michael had drained him dry.

  Alli turned onto his side, tossing one leg over Michael and curling into him. Michael snaked an arm out and pulled Alli in even closer.

  “Should get cleaned up,” he commented.

  “Later,” Alli told him. “Sleeping now. Shower later.”

  “Oh, hell, yeah. Sounds like a plan.”

  Alli chuckled. The words were enthusiastic. The tone was not. In fact, Michael sounded mostly asleep already.

  Alli pressed his face into Michael’s shoulder, letting the scent and feel of Michael seep into his pores.

  Brain still fuzzy, it took Alli several long moments while he listened to Michael breathe to realize what that feeling was. He was at peace, every square inch of him. It was something he hadn’t experienced since leaving home. Alli knew, too, that the feeling could be laid right at the feet of the bear shifter starting to snore next to him.