Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Trey
E ach inhale clouded Trey’s mind and increased the wild need to do everything that poured out of his mouth. Everything about Cassidy appealed to Trey and right now, he was struggling to stop his wolf sinking his teeth in the heavenly scented flesh and claiming his little chick.
A noise from behind him, followed by a curse and a door slamming, brought him back to his senses and realize that he had planned on knotting Cassidy outside—in public.
“W-what, why you stoppin’?” Cassidy demanded in that sexy, kiss roughened voice that didn’t help Trey keep his wits about him.
When they started—whatever this was they had going—Trey had set himself personal boundaries when he realized he couldn’t resist the quirky guy that smiled like he was seeing the world anew every damn day. The guy had an innocence about him that, when combined with this sexy, needy side, drew Trey like his whole body became magnetized.
Two years ago, he’d given in to Cassidy’s allure, thinking that he would eventually grow bored with Trey and go looking for someone younger, who would give Cassidy what he wanted. To date, that hadn’t happened, and Trey didn’t dwell on why he could no longer fuck anyone else. Still, he wasn’t fool enough to think that it could work long term even when, alone in his enormous bed late at night, he dreamed of such things.
Trey worked long hours that were not conducive to a relationship, as he’d found out. So sex with no-strings was what he’d chosen for the last ten years and, until Cassidy, it had worked.
His belly quivered when Cassidy gave him a pleading look, though he didn’t reach out. Didn’t straighten his askew clothing or drag up the sweats hanging around his ass. His chick knew to wait, and that added to the appeal.
His wolf listened out and Trey glanced back at the closed door, knowing it would not be long before someone else came looking for him.
“I’m not stopping, just ain’t prepared to share the view of your ass with my staff,” Trey rasped harshly, noticing the blush that graced Cassity’s cheeks, unsure if it was pleasure that Trey didn’t want anyone to see but him, or embarrassment at his own needy behavior.
If Trey liked the first more, he didn’t linger on it. He reached for Cassidy’s hand and dragged him to the door. Once inside, the noise of the band assaulted them, along with the scent of liquor. Yet Cassidy’s sweet fragrance was there, teasing Trey’s sensitive nose and keeping his wolf on edge.
His wolf whined at the delay as Trey glanced up and down the passageway checking it was empty before hauling Cassidy toward the restrooms. He breathed a little easier at finding the accessible restroom empty. It had more space, and when he locked them in, he spun Cassidy around, pressing his chest to the door. Without preamble, he yanked down Cassidy’s sweats and groaned at the sight of his bubble butt atop slim hips and lean legs. Slick glistened in the overhead light as it slid from between the tight buttocks.
“Fuck, look at you,” Trey groaned, having to take a firm grip on his cock to get himself under control. Confined in his jeans, it throbbed painfully against the fabric.
Cassidy folded his arms in front of his face, glanced back, eyes so bold. The blue so dark they added to the allure when it came with the knowledge Trey had caused the desire in their depths. When he tilted his ass at Trey in invitation, then smirked right before he braced his head against his arms, Trey struggled not to go into a rut.
Holy fuck!
The howling of his wolf matched the long drawn out growl and he ripped at his fly and dragged his jeans and boxer briefs down enough to get his cock free. He shuffled forward and pressed his chest against Cassidy’s back, feeling him shudder, his ass lifting higher.
Bending at the knee, Trey’s lips touched Cassidy’s ear.“Hold the fuck on.” It was all the warning he gave as he took hold of the notches above Cassidy’s hips and angled him just right. In a practiced move, he thrust deep.
“Yes,” Cassidy cried out in a strangled moan, surely letting all the other shifters in the bar with good hearing know what they were doing.
The ease at which he sank in gave Trey a moment to wonder who had fucked Cassidy to make him so loose. He slid in like a knife cutting through butter. He hated the thought of someone touching Cassidy, as did his wolf, who snapped, his teeth descending.
No.
Yes.
I will stop right now! He would, despite what it cost him. The ache in his jaw receded at how serious he was. Claiming a mate in such a way? No, Trey would never allow that. He exhaled and then inhaled through gritted teeth. It didn’t help when all he could scent was Cassidy’s sweetness, his slick, driving him to fuck. To knot the little omega.
Cassidy drove back and bucked forward, fucking himself on Trey’s cock. For a second, Trey didn’t move, uncertain how to react to this different side of Cassidy. He usually let Trey lead and would passively take what he offered.
“So needy,” he murmured, rotating his hips in a slow move, keeping his cock deep. “This what you want?”
His lips remained next to Cassidy’s ear, his hot breath blowing on the flushed skin. Cassidy twisted sideways to look at Trey.
“More. Fuck me,” he begged. “Don’t tease me. I need to feel you.”
The depth of meaning behind the fire burning in his gaze made all the air in the room disappear. It was too much and not enough all at once, and Trey lost it.
He pounded into Cassidy, listening to the sounds that poured from his mouth as he begged for more despite the sweat slicking their clothes to their bodies. Dark patches appeared on Cassidy’s sweater as he undulated and writhed against the door. His hands remained away from his cock, just how Trey preferred. He could make Cassidy come with a hard fucking, but usually what drove him wild was Trey’s knot swelling in his ass.
His body was ablaze with the need to come. To pump his seed deep in Cassidy. He reached around and took hold of Cassidy’s hard length, feeling the hot, silky shaft pulse against his palm. He held it loosely as he thrust deep enough that his knot pushed past the rim of muscle guarding Cassidy’s ass, stretching it.
The mewling came as Trey went still, his cock spurting deep as his knot grew, expanding until he fully knotted Cassidy. He was now Trey’s captive, pinned to him, making him Trey’s in the most elemental way. Everything about it filled Trey with a possessive desire, one he could normally contain. Except in this moment, when Cassidy’s head landed on his damp shoulder, and Cassidy buried his face into Trey’s neck, he could only go along for the ride as a passive observer.
Emotions, the kind he knew would fuck him up, came in heady waves as cum spurted over Trey’s fist and Cassidy mouthed at his neck, his body rippling in the throes of his passion, crying out his name. “Treyyyy!”
Hearing the way Cassidy called his name like this, like he was a god, never grew old and his body accepted what he denied his heart.
“We need you, boss,” Kendrick called through the door while hammering on it. “So hurry the fuck up.”
The interruption cut through the euphoria like someone had thrown icy water onto a fire to quell the blaze. Trey cursed internally when he felt Cassidy stiffen against him, his heaving chest slowing as he continued to hide his face in Trey’s throat.
He heard Kendrick stomp off. Not that they were going anywhere just yet. His body would decide that. They would remain knotted together for some time, and it was why he avoided doing it—when he could. The intimacy of it left him weak.
He kissed the side of Cassidy’s head. “Ignore him.”
His words never got rid of all the tension, Cassidy was far too easy to read.
“Look at me,” he murmured softly. It took a moment and there, in Cassidy’s gaze, was the vulnerability that made this about more than sex. As they were, Trey gave in and kissed him, not the frantic kiss they’d shared when Cassidy had shown up. This was slow and measured. He sipped at Cassidy’s sweetness, lingering over each kiss. He wasn’t sure how long they kissed like that, but Trey was unnerved to notice his knot had deflated and he had wrapped himself around Cassidy—cuddling him close.
Shit. What the fuck am I doing?
This was so not part of their agreement. He couldn’t gauge what Cassidy’s reaction was to his behavior because he was doing his level best not to look at him.
“Fuck, boss, we got an issue out here!” Kendrick shouted, sounding pissed and giving Trey the perfect excuse to leave.
“I gotta go,” he muttered, still not looking Cassidy in the eye as he straightened up his clothes. Their scent and the state of him were a dead giveaway, but all Trey could do was sigh and tuck his sticky cock away. After a quick wash of his hands, he swung around at the sound of the lock and door opening. Cassidy waved a hand in the air, then disappeared.
Trey’s eyes slammed shut, and he groaned aloud. What the fuck had made him give in and cuddle Cassidy? He’d clearly made the wrong move, because Cassidy was never the first to leave. Trey usually left first. It was self-preservation.
“Cranny is losing his shit out here… holy fuck boss, it smells like an omega brothel in here.” Kendrick glanced down the passageway and back to Trey, frowning. “Somethin’ ain’t right with this picture!”
“Button it,” Trey snapped, not in the mood to go a round with Kendrick right then.
Kendrick shrugged massive shoulders, the light of interest not waning. “Whatever. But now you got your head out of your pants, I need you to have a fucking word with Cranny.” Kendrick, a huge bear shifter who had worked for Trey since he had opened the bar twenty years ago, was the only one who got away with speaking to Trey this way.
They’d been friends for too long to do bullshit.
“What’s he losing his shit about now?” The lion shifter who worked at Darling Ranch, the biggest one in these parts, could be tricky to reason with when he’d had too much liquor. “Is Ethan in?” Ethan managed the ranch and was very capable of dealing with his ranch hands.
“Nope, he left earlier.” Kendrick ran a hand through his gray, cropped hair, a sign of his frustration, which made Trey feel bad for leaving him to deal with shit he shouldn’t have to. “Zippy said some shit about lions being lazy and?—”
“And because Zippy is all about getting a rise from Cranny, they decided they’d do it in my bar like fucking usual.” Trey, too impatient to use the hand drier, shook them, then wiped the residual wetness off down his jeaned thighs, ignoring how sweaty he was and that there were cum stains on the back of the door. He would deal with it later, because Kendrick was right, it did smell like a brothel in there now.
He locked it from the outside so no one could go in, then his mind switched to Cranny, who occasionally broke more than a few chairs when he was pissed. With the band in tonight, Cranny would have no issue tossing folks out of their seats.
“You should just bar the pair of them,” Kendrick pointed out, following close behind Trey.
He glanced back and rolled his eyes. “I tried that, remember? Then Cranny gives you that whole fucking ‘I’ll change my tune’, only for Zippy to get in a snit over some shit and take it out on Cranny. Why they don’t just fuck each other and be done with it, I don’t fucking know.”
Kendrick coughed to disguise his laughter.
“Fuck you.”
“You’re just a big softie, admit it.” The bear’s grin was all fucking teeth.
He pointed at him. “You’re fired.”
“I heard that a thousand times before. Who else would put up with your shit?” There was a big enough pause for Trey to know what was coming. “Oh yeah, that would be Cass.”
Trey never replied, and he stomped into the busy bar, pushing up his sleeves, ready to use Cranny as an excuse to burn off the anger directed at himself for giving in to his needs. He’d deal with the ‘Cassidy issue’ later, when his mind wasn’t so full of how it had felt to hold the chick or how right it was .