Page 13 of Tossed into the Mob (The Wolves of La Luna Noir #4)

THIRTEEN

TREYTON

I’d turned the music up because I’d convinced myself that zombies were repelled by loud noises, though I didn’t want to put it to the test.

Really? Zombies? Our mate isn’t marked and you’re frightened of a creature that doesn’t exist.

They might. There’s no proof.

So as I was headed to my folks’ and the phone rang, damn, I almost lost control of the car. And for a shifter that was unlikely, though it had happened to a driver on a bad guy’s orders who’d been preparing to have Matt killed.

The device was in the phone mount, and my command activated the speaker.

“What?” I yelled, not checking who was calling because I was concentrating on not going off the road, and also my heart was speeding and I couldn’t slow it.

“Treyton, it’s me.”

My anxiety plummeted as if it was on the last stretch of a roller coaster. “Everything okay?”

“Mmmm.” There was a pause, and I slowed and did a U-turn where I wasn’t supposed to. If Brock needed me, I’d be there.

“I was thinking that in my younger days I was pretty good at fighting off zombies. Got a costume and everything.”

“That’s a valuable life skill.” I couldn’t resist a giggle, picturing a young Brock fighting off imaginary zombies with a toy sword. Maybe that was why he attacked our bodyguards. He’d had a lot of practice defending himself.

“It sure is. But if you need company at your place, I could stay with you.”

I identified hope in his voice when it rose at the end. Or uncertainty. My wolf urged me to say yes, telling me our mate wanted to be marked. But he’d skipped a few steps and made a giant leap into the unknown.

Nothing’s certain. Take it easy.

“That…” My voice was little more than a squeak. “That would be nice, but what about your dad?”

“Dad has made friends with a neighbor since we moved in. He’s a retired doctor and has agreed to spend the night there.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement and pressed my foot on the accelerator while fumbling in the glove compartment for breath spray.

I tore up to the building entrance, and he was standing there, his arms wrapped around himself.

Hoping he wasn’t regretting the offer, I flung open the passenger door, and he got in.

I blinked because his scent was overpowering, more so than in the past, even ten minutes ago. He pulled out a plastic sword and waved it around.

“I came prepared.”

His earnest expression coupled with the hair that had flopped over one eye was so adorable, I didn’t even think or ask permission, and I kissed him. No tongue, just a peck on the lips.

Shit, what did I just do? I pulled back, searching his eyes, waiting for him to yell at me.

“Interesting zombie-fighting tactic.” He put a finger to the lips I’d just kissed and cupped his ear with the other hand. “I think it’s working. I don’t detect any zombies nearby.”

“Better have your sword ready just in case.” I was enjoying the banter because it was so different from the trauma of when we first met.

His eyes widened, and he glanced at my crotch. My cock rose to the occasion, but I was wearing dark jeans, and Brock being human wouldn’t be able to see the hard ridge under my pants.

“You too.” He put on the seatbelt but couldn’t hide his smirk.

I took off, faster than before, and hoped if the police stopped me, it was someone who knew Flint. What was the name of that police chief I’d sent football tickets to? He might come in handy.

With one hand on the wheel, I outstretched the other one, meeting Brock’s hand over the console. The softness of his skin, combined with the current pulsing into me from him, had my skin prickling with desire.

“It’s small.” I had to warn him not to expect an apartment as large as the one Flint had bought him.

Brock stared straight ahead. “Size isn’t everything.” He squeezed my fingers hard. Ouch, he had quite a grip.

“I was talking about my place.” Damn, he obviously didn’t see my engorged cock.

Laughter bubbled out of him and banished the lingering grief that’d infiltrated those first few days we were together.

After I parked, we took the stairs to my third-floor studio because the elevator took ages. Though if we’d waited, we could have kissed some more. I dragged him into the apartment, wanting to kiss him again, but I needed to see his face and turned on the lights.

“This is nice.”

Huh? He was making conversation when I wanted to get naked. But perhaps I’d misunderstood his intention.

“Small but mighty.”

I’d had enough with innuendos, and I pulled him close, but he reared his head away.

“One question. Why did you quit your job at the hospital and come back here? Be honest or we can’t move forward.”

I had a choice. Tell the truth or lie. If there was any hope of us mating, I had to be honest, even if it scared Brock away.

“I wanted to be close to you.”

“You gave up a promising career.”

I shrugged. Midwives were in demand. Me quitting a job I’d had for over a year was a small blip on my resumé but not a disaster.

“It felt right.” I wouldn’t mention the imaginary bruises on my back from the family’s meddling. “And I’ve been thinking about something bigger, something I wanted to create.” This wasn’t the time to discuss work.

He was quiet for a long moment. “Do you feel it too? This thing between us?"

“Like how you react to my touch?” But I also felt better when his hand was in mine.

“Yes, that’s been true since we met, but now it’s also your scent that drives me wild.” His eyes darkened. “I can’t think straight whether you’re near or far.” He tapped his head. “You’re always in here.”

I tamped down my desire because Brock needed to talk. If I didn’t, I’d toss him on the bed and yank out my length.

"I've been telling myself we're just friends. That what I'm feeling is gratitude.” His eyes searched mine. "But it's not, is it?"

“No. What you’re experiencing, I feel it too. It’s something deeper. When you’re not here, it’s as though part of me is missing.”

He took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay, the confusion is gone, I banished it.” He narrowed his eyes and smirked.

“Good.” Wow, that one word was loaded with tension and desire, but it felt right. I mirrored his smirk as warmth radiated from him, even without us touching.

Brock came closer, and the air crackled as if prepping for a thunderstorm. His fingers brushed over my jawline, and I shivered. But his touch was tentative as he traced over my lips. I longed to lick, lap, or bite them but stood still, allowing the waves of lust to wash over me.

I needed to touch him but allowed him to take control for the moment.

His smirk faded as he hooked a thumb in my belt loop and yanked me closer.

His eyes locked on mine as our bodies pressed against one another.

My rock-hard arousal matched his, and he ground his hips into me.

I gulped and took long, slow, deep breaths to contain my longing.

"Treyton..." His voice was so deep and husky it was almost a growl.

Not trusting myself to speak, I leaned in and he did the same. Our lips brushed against one another in a feathery light touch, and I was lost in the softness of his lips plus his hardness pressing on my crotch. When Brock’s hand tangled in my hair, tremors wracked my body and the kiss deepened.

Our breath mingled, and my stubble brushed over his jaw. A knot of anticipation expanded in my belly, and I wrested control as his skin pinkened. I yanked his head back and my tongue probed his lips. He sighed, sending a tingling sensation through me, and my tongue darted between his parted lips.

When we finally broke apart, our chests were heaving. I rested my brow against his as we breathed in unison, while the enticing scents of sweat and slick washed over me.

“I was checking if we were just friends, and we definitely aren’t.” He giggled, a sound so light that it captured my heart and squeezed. The vibrations from his body had my cock stirring, and I winced as it pressed against my zipper.

I tilted his chin, wanting to see what was in his gaze, and I wasn’t disappointed.

There was love mixed with heat and lust, and I dipped my head and trailed kisses along his jaw and over the delicate skin on his throat.

His breathy moaning urged me on, telling me he wanted more, just as I did.

After grazing my teeth over the base of his throat, I placed both hands on Brock’s butt and squeezed.

He flung his head back. “That’s the spot. Right there.” He ground his hips against me, igniting a fire deep inside me.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I was fed up with taking it slow, but I fumbled with his sweater and he pushed me away.

His eyes were so dark as they caught the light.

He pulled the sweater over his head, but I was impatient and grabbed his T-shirt.

My hands slid over his warm skin, and goosebumps raised their pointed heads under my fingertips before I tugged at the tee.

His whimpers, narrowed eyes, and heavy breathing matched mine, and I picked him up and stumbled into the bedroom. He pulled my head down, and we kissed as he mumbled into my mouth how much he wanted me.

We collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs with Brock on top of me. He pressed his hands on my chest and levered himself up.

“Is this how it’s going to be? Me on top?”

I wanted to be inside him and didn’t give a damn how or where, but a desire to plow into him while hovering over him took hold, and I flipped us.

Brock squealed. “You know when having sex, it’s usual to remove your clothes.”

“Is that so? Must be some new-fangled custom.”

Brock giggle-snorted. “New-fangled?” He put a hand to his brow, mimicking a sailor staring at the horizon. “What did you do with Treyton? He must be here somewhere.”

“Hush, you.” I rolled off the bed and yanked my pants and briefs down. My cock bounded out, and Brock lowered his gaze, his eyes locked on my length.

He got up on one elbow and crooked his finger as he sported a wicked smile. “Come closer.”

My pants were around my ankles, and I waddled to the side of the bed.

He peered at my cock, and I tensed, waiting for him to pump it or wrap his lips around it. But he swiped the bead of pre-cum from the tip and sucked it off his finger.

Gods, that was hot. His flushed cheeks and mussed hair along with his glazed eyes were like a siren song, luring me toward him. And I was going willingly.

I ripped off my sweater and shirt and put a knee on the bed. I grabbed his zipper and lowered it slowly. Our eyes were locked on one another, and Brock lifted his hips as I shimmied off his jeans and boxers.

Now it was my turn to be stunned. My first thought was why didn’t he tell me he was so big, which was the most ridiculous thing ever. But the size of his aroused cock scrambled my thoughts.

“See something you like?” He grinned and stroked his length. Gods, I’d come before I was inside him if he kept doing that.

“Very much.”

He parted his legs and fingered his hole, revealing copious amounts of slick.

“If you don’t hurry up—” I silenced him with a kiss, and he tweaked my nipple.

I’d never experienced the mingling of pleasure and pain, and I teetered between the two as goosebumps scampered over my body.

“I want you inside me.” Brock lifted his knees and parted his butt cheeks, showing me his puckered hole.

“Me too.”