Page 11 of Bear Creek Thanksgiving (Holiday Mates #3)
An annoyed and still-damp Baxter stood up when his master reached the front porch, berating him in no uncertain terms for ruining his pond-side nap.
Gruff ignored the aggrieved feline and opened the door, holding Dustin tight to his body until they got inside and shut out the rest of the world.
Bringing a lover into his personal space should have produced a bit of angst, but neither he nor his bear had any objections whatsoever.
Dustin took a quick look around the living room and then pulled Gruff down for more kisses.
When they came up for air, he wore a sly smile.
“We smell like pond water. Is there room for two in your shower?”
Gruff nodded sharply, picked Dustin up again, and carried him to the bathroom off the short hallway. Instructions followed.
“Towels in the cabinet. I’ll get the water started.”
Dustin set the fluffy towels on the counter and turned to strip.
He’d have to ask Gruff to wash his clothes before heading home, but he’d deal with it later.
Right now, he had an incredibly hot and eager man at his disposal.
Gruff finished fussing with the water just in time to see Dustin peel off a sexy pair of tight, white, low-rise briefs.
Now completely bare, Gruff couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful creature standing nervously before him.
From tousled brown hair and dimpled chin to his shapely, sexy legs, the man begged to be licked.
He was on the slim but sturdy side, with enough muscle definition to be intriguing, and a full, shapely ass.
His body hair was still growing in, but what he had must have been placed to be purposely erotic.
A palm-sized thatch of hair covered his sternum, spreading out in a thin T-shape toward each oval brown nipple.
From there, another long narrow strip led to a much wider patch above and below his navel, continuing to his pubes.
For an average human, he sported an exceptional cock and a set of high and tight nuts that Gruff wanted to suckle.
Though he could smell Dustin’s anxiety, the man stood there with a knowing smile on his face while Gruff eyeballed him.
“I hope you like what you see, big boy, but you aren’t playing fair. Get those jeans off and let me have a better look at you.”
Gruff couldn’t form words and slipped off the offending pants.
Dustin’s eyes widened with amazement. The hunky shifter was truly gifted with a long, thick, uncircumcised dick, heavy balls, and an eight-pack to die for.
His fingers itched to sink into the dense triangle of hair above his cock and then work their way up to Gruff’s sexy beard.
Dustin made the first move, stepping forward to kiss Gruff’s trembling lips, and help him into the warm shower.
Once they’d rinsed off, Gruff set about washing Dustin’s hair, followed by the rest of his body.
Every inch of him was gently cleaned and caressed, though Gruff saved the best for last. Using a squirt of scent-free body wash, he lathered up the man’s cock and began a tight-fisted stroke intended to get him off quickly.
Dustin’s groans were swallowed up by Gruff’s insistent kisses.
The titillated human didn’t last very long, spilling multiple ropes of cum onto the shower floor.
Though still weak in the knees, Dustin directed Gruff to lean down so he could wash him.
The shifter’s body was so very different from Dustin’s own, and he enjoyed the whole bathing process immensely, learning where the man’s sensitive parts were.
When he got to Gruff’s muscular ass, Dustin took some time to finger him and got an enthusiastic response.
While a hand job would do, Dustin wanted to up the stakes and kneeled before his new lover while the water cascaded over both of them.
He couldn’t get much in his mouth, so he pulled back the foreskin to focus on the head, while using both hands to stimulate the heavy shaft.
Amid deep grunts and a steady rumble, Gruff’s muscular body contracted as the orgasm reached its peak.
Though Dustin tried to catch it all, some of the enormous load went down the drain despite his best efforts.
Gruff pulled Dustin to his feet, joining their mouths with forceful kisses as he chased the last remnants of his own seed.
They lingered for a few more moments, using gentle caresses and the quickly cooling water to remove the last evidence of their ardor.
Stepping out of the shower, Gruff made sure that Dustin was completely dried and wrapped in a towel before going in search of some suitable clothing.
He returned quickly with a clean pair of sweats, T-shirt, and socks—helping his man dress with utmost care.
“Will you stay for supper?”
Dustin reached up to caress the scarred side of Gruff’s face, eyes full of feeling.
“Yes, but only if we get to snuggle for dessert.”
Gruff’s heart skipped a beat.
“Deal. Let’s eat.”
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Once Gruff fed Baxter and got the laundry started, Dustin helped him put supper on the table.
They sat side by side, touching often and stealing kisses between bites.
As usual, Gruff made a continuous string of bear noises, revealing both pleasure and arousal.
Dustin began to laugh and asked the sweet man a question.
“I love your growls and rumbles, but how can you make those noises and eat at the same time?”
Gruff raised an eyebrow at the unexpected query.
“Not sure. Always have. Doctor might know.”
A brief discussion followed about who treated shifters when they were sick or injured.
According to Gruff, as long as the patient stayed in human form, a traditional doctor would do.
Bears, however, required a veterinarian until it was safe for them to shift back.
One of the few things they feared was being tranquilized in bear form.
When Dustin asked why, Gruff told him a chilling story about Harv Whitmore, Dash Hawthorn’s first mate.
“The DNR thought he was a natural bear and shot him without asking. Shifters can’t process the drugs they use, and he died on the way to the hospital.
Dash sued the state for wrongful death, and they had to change the laws and pay him a big settlement.
Now, he runs a charity that helps other shifters, like my business expansion.
He and his mate, Aiden Romero, do a lot of good around here. ”
Dustin was both dismayed and surprised.
“Oh, Gruff—that’s so sad! I knew they were both businessmen and really nice people, but not the rest of it. We should have them over sometime. Sorry, that’s not my place.”
Thoughts of mated bliss and sharing his home with Dustin made Gruff’s bear happy.
“Good idea. They’re super busy, but you never know.”
After the meal, Gruff gave his guest a brief tour of the house, explaining the work he’d put into it over the years.
Dustin wasn’t shown Gruff’s first-floor bedroom, and he figured it was probably a mess and unfit for guests to see.
The rest of the main floor was neat as a pin and exhibited character no longer found in newer houses.
Upstairs, their voices echoed in the totally empty bedrooms, and Gruff explained that he’d only recently finished the second floor.
Dustin seemed to like one of the back corner rooms best, including the view it provided of the orchard.
Gruff made note of his interest; a plan already forming in his busy mind.
When Dustin got a look at the new bathroom with its extra-large tub, he waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh boy. I’d love to join you in here for a good soak sometime. It has a comfortable vibe to it I really like. You did a great job.”
Gruff wasn’t used to being praised and blushed at Dustin’s kind words.
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it.”
On the way down the stairs, his bear began pushing for more action, suggesting they meet in the bedroom this time, only without the clothes.
Gruff wished they could, but that was dangerous territory at this stage of their relationship.
Instead, he thought of a practical way to make future stay-overs a possibility, though he’d need to do some shopping.
While Dustin waited on the couch, Gruff put his freshly washed clothes in the dryer.
When he returned to the living room, Dustin was waiting for him—wearing nothing but a naughty smile, and spread out like a feast. Though snuggling had sounded good earlier, this was a much better plan, and Gruff went to get supplies while shedding his own clothing.
He returned to the living room rumbling like a freight train, carrying hand towels and lube.
Dustin groaned in anticipation, and Gruff issued a request.
“Sit up for me and spread your legs?”
Dustin readily complied, and Gruff kneeled down on the soft rug to stick his nose in the man’s pubes for a good scenting.
In a move which startled Dustin, Gruff’s long, prehensile tongue came out to play, wrapping itself around the hard shaft.
The combined stroking and sucking action made Dustin shiver and moan, but Gruff had more tricks up his sleeve.
One big hand reached up to pinch and roll a pebbled nipple, while the other searched for the man’s sensitive hole with slick-covered fingers.
Dustin squirmed with new sensations, so worked up that his brain nearly short-circuited.
Gruff could smell his man’s soaring arousal and taste the delicious precum leaking from his rigid dick. For the coup de grace, Gruff curled his fingers just so to give Dustin’s prostate a workover, prompting demands for more.