Hunter #2
It’s the stifled moans I’m interested in. The ones swallowed down or silenced by a hand.
Finally, I turn and look, dark eyes meeting mine and that’s the trigger for both of us.
Evans clamps a hand over his mouth, rocking on his feet as his orgasm hits him while I dig my fingers into Percy’s hips, emptying myself into the condom.
I can smell his arousal. The sweet citrusy notes sprinkled in the air.
Pressing a hand against the wall to steady himself, Evans tries to control his breathing and the corner of my mouth tugs up into a smile.
He just came untouched, in his trousers, like a horny teenage boy.
“What a pretty mess,” I practically sigh, riding on the waves of my own climax. “Good boy.”
He says nothing, instead he flees. Like always.
Gently, I pull out of Percy and dispose of the condom.
“Does your housemate always like to watch?” Percy pants as he flops down on my bed. Grabbing my pillow, he pulls it beneath him, his cheek pressed against it as he watches me carefully.
“No,” I try to find the words but can’t. I’m not sure what’s going on in Evans’ head right now. “He’s…I’m sorry, I should have told you he was there.”
That was shitty of me. I always like to play safe with my bed partners, respect and consent were important…except when Evans was involved apparently, because my common sense flew out the window like that damn crow.
“Like I couldn’t smell his pheromones? Or hear his moan?” Percy chuckles, the sound soft and satisfied. “Relax. I had a good time.”
Something like relief settles in my chest as I grab a joint from my bedside table. My body is loose and relaxed, my inner alpha settles, satiated for now. I don’t dwell on the fact that I came so hard because I knew Evans was watching.
Or that my words were for him.
“Stay the night?” I ask, afraid that if he leaves right now, I’ll find myself next door. I wasn’t going to be the one who broke first, not any more. If Evans’ wanted to be my friend, then he needed to fix this. Not me.
He pretends to consider it for a moment, as I light up, nestling deeper into my sheets. “Hmmmm, only if you wake me with another mind-blowing orgasm.”
It was turning out that Percy was unlike anyone I’d ever met before. And I liked it.
Settling down beside him, I wrap my arm around his waist, trying not to think about Evans’ in the shower, washing away the evidence.
“Deal. Orgasms I can do.” Leaning over, I place a kiss on his shoulder, offering him a hit, which he takes without hesitation. There are freckles dusted across his back, like pale constellations on his creamy skin.
“Just not commitment?" There’s no judgement in his voice, just curiosity as he exhales an earthy smelling plume of smoke.
Pausing, I think about it. I always told Ivii that I'd never be able to settle down. My dominant alpha side would be too much for a person to handle, but now I’m wondering if I just haven’t met the right person. Someone who can handle what I throw at them.
“It’s not a no. Just a…I’ve never done that.”
He weaves his leg through mine, taking another hit as he pulls me closer. “Then, let's keep this fun and see where it goes.”
“Now you’re speaking my language.”
I wake before Percy the next day, and after giving him the orgasm I promised and after showing him where to shower, I head downstairs.
Blake is there like usual with his protein shake, sweat on his skin telling me that he’s already been for his run.
Zale is sitting in the lounge on the sofa, in his sleep pants, nursing a cup of coffee while Shiloh leans into his side with a glass of juice.
Evans sits in the arm chair, saying nothing. He doesn’t even look at me.
I guess it’s going to be like that, huh?
“Why are you fuckers all morning people?” It was becoming a bit of a common recurrence, meeting like this in the mornings.
“I mean, when someone is getting their back blown out and it’s not you, it’s kinda hard to sleep through it,” Shiloh grumbles.
“Babe, the doctor said we need to be careful.”
“Don’t. I’m horny and annoyed.” He covers Zale’s mouth with his hand. “Don’t throw logic at me right now.”
“Did you know ‘blue balls’ is technically called epididymal hypertension? It’s a real thing,” I offer as I pour myself a mug of coffee, this time in a mug Ivii bought me that reads Might be coffee. Might be paint water.’
“See!” Shiloh glares at his mate, eyes narrowed.
Zale leans down and kisses his forehead. “You’re going to listen to Hunter? The guy who swore blind that wombats shit cubes? Or that alpha’s can share mating bonds? He’s probably still stoned.”
Evan’s head whips up at the alpha fact, and he frowns at me before glancing away again, focused on his phone.
“Morning gentlemen, I hope we didn’t keep you awake last night,” Percy says as he strolls into the kitchen looking every bit as put together as he did yesterday, only today he’s wearing one of my hoodies.
When he reaches me, he steals my mug and takes a sip of my coffee before handing it back and placing a kiss on my cheek.
“I have rehearsals today, so I’m going to head home and get ready. Oh, and this is mine now.”
He does a cute little twirl in the hoodie, and I pick up a hint of bitter lime. Just enough to make the corner of my mouth twitch.
It’s easy with Percy. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?
“I’ll call you.” Walking him to the door, I ignore the others, all watching with undisguised curiosity and in Blake’s case, a little envy.
“You better.” He gives me a wave as he walks down the garden path and climbs into a taxi he must have booked on his phone.
Standing in the open door, holding my coffee cup, I stretch before something catches my eye. “Why is there a suit jacket on the lawn?”