Primal (Wrong Side of the Tracks 2)

Dex’s brows wiggled. “Did it involve pushing dicks through the fence?”

Jag shrugged. “No. I climbed to his side. He’s mine now.”

Dex’s face brightened into a wide smile, and he put down the beer to hover both palms in front of his hips and thrust against the air. “You mean—”

Jag was finally being seen for the man he was. “I claimed him several times now.”

Dex whistled and jumped around, punching the air. “You dog! And you didn’t even tell anyone!”

“I’d rather not tell the others yet,” Jag said, because unlike Dex, Frank would start asking annoying questions like ‘who is he?’, ‘why don’t you bring him over?’, or ‘why is he still alive?’. Nobody needed that.

“Sure thing. You know how my uncle polices my life,” Dex said, grabbing the beer can again. “I hope he at least stays off your ba—” Dex stilled, glancing toward the open window, and Jag noticed the hum of the approaching car too. Anger squeezed his insides when he realized that excitement of talking about his new relationship dulled his vigilance, but it was something he could work on in the future. “Oh, he’s coming.”

“Where are the noodles?” Jag asked, because as soon as Dex’s mind settled on a new man in his bed, all else was forgotten.

Dex rubbed his head, his large eyes scanning the space in a daze. “Uh… dunno. Maybe I can give them to you once he’s go—” He snapped his fingers and grinned, as if something illuminating had just passed through his head. “Why don’t you stay? If you hid in the closet, it would be like watching porn but in real life.”

Jag was so stunned by the proposition, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. “Watch? You having sex?”

Dex grinned. “Yeah, maybe you’ll pick up some tricks you can show your guy.”

That did pique Jag’s interest. “Tricks? There’s tricks to it?” He did want to please Dane in all ways possible, outperforming every other male who’d had his mate in the past.

Dex put his arms around Jag’s shoulders and led him down the corridor with a sheepish smile. “My sweet summer child. I’ll show you things you’ve never seen, so watch and learn,” he said as they entered a simple bedroom with blue walls and a large bed draped in sheets in a color as shockingly yellow as the biohazard signs on some of the barrels hidden away in the junkyard. Pictures of motorcycles hung on the walls alongside a rifle and two guns, but just as Jag’s gaze lingered on the deadly metal, Dex opened a closet with a latticed door and pushed him between the hanging clothes.

“Just stay here and I’ll make sure you get a good view.”

Dex didn’t give him any time to ask questions and rushed off to greet his guest in just the towel. Doubts piled on Jag’s shoulders like snowballs that would soon melt and trickle down his back in icy rivulets. He’d agreed on a whim, drawn by curiosity, like when he’d once tried to spy on Shane, but he had a mate now and didn’t need to watch others rut.

If Dane were here, would he have sat back and enjoyed the show, or felt betrayed by Jag taking part in something sexual? But then again, Jag wasn’t kissing or touching anyone else. His deliberation was cut short when Dex burst into the room, naked and already locking mouths with the stranger.

Jag’s eyes went wide when they fell to the bed, and the bigger, older guy was frantically trying to take off his T-shirt without breaking the hungry kiss. Soon enough, Dex’s new lover presented Jag with a muscular, hairy body, dressed only in a golden chain around his neck and a watch sitting around the wrist.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” the man whispered, grabbing Dex’s bare ass and pulling him in so abruptly the hardening cock flattened against his cheek.

In the dark closet smelling of spicy cologne, Jag’s body steamed up with heat, longing for Dane and his hot mouth. The two of them were like two hungry beasts eager to grab at each other with teeth and claws, but if there was a better way to satisfy his mate, then Jag wanted to know it and focused on the bed.

He didn’t get to see any of the ‘tricks’ Dex had mentioned, suddenly aware of a car engine buzzing outside. He was about to grab the edge of the door and slip out as soon as the stranger in Dex’s bed fled but, to his horror, Dex kept pulling the stranger’s mouth over his cock, too overcome with pleasure to notice that they were no longer alone.

Jag swore and pulled at the clothes hung above him in an attempt to create enough noise to alert his friend.

Dex was twenty-one, yet Frank would beat his ass for bringing a stranger home again. They might still save themselves if the guy rushed out the window, but they had seconds left for that at best, and both rutting beasts didn’t seem to notice that the car had stopped humming outside. Jag was about to speak up when a door opened on the other side of the house, barely discernible over Dex’s low, shameless moan.