Wild Warrior (The Weavers Circle 2)

Baer was kind enough to solve that problem for him.

“Tell me something.” Baer stroked his arm. “If we’d met like normal people—”

“You mean like in a line at a bakery?”

Baer rolled his eyes and Wiley laughed, but the sexy man pressed on. “And I was just a regular guy. If I came up to you and asked you out for coffee, what would you have said?”

There was something sweet and a little insecure about Baer’s question that had Wiley’s heart flipping with joy. “Just a boy asking another boy out?”

“Well, a man.” Baer grinned and the boyish cast to his expression did funny things to Wiley’s stomach.

“Yes, I would have jumped to go out with you. I’m not attracted to you just because you’re a superhero.”

A bit of red flushed into Baer’s cheeks. “Aw, I’m no superhero.”

“You kinda are.” Wiley laughed. “You all are.” Wiley nudged him with his elbow. “What do you think would have happened to the two boys getting coffee?”

Baer smirked as he rubbed his bearded chin. “Well, I think they would have managed to get coffee without getting attacked or burning down the coffee shop.”

“Definitely a good sign for a first date,” Wiley teased.

“I think they would have talked for a few hours and gotten more than one cup of coffee. They would have laughed a lot.”

“I think the guy who got asked out wouldn’t have wanted the date to end.”

“I think the guy who did the asking would have tried for a kiss at the end.”

Wiley chortled. “I don’t think he would have had to try very hard.”

“He would have definitely asked him out for a second date.” There was something low and husky in Baer’s voice that sent blood streaking to Wiley’s cock. Wiley turned his head and brushed his lips across Baer’s shoulder.

“He would have said yes,” Wiley whispered. “At the end of the date, I think he would have asked the guy to stay the night so they could fuck each other’s brains out.”

Baer hummed low in the back of his throat and adjusted himself in his basketball shorts. “Seeing how you’ve been living with me for two weeks, do you wanna just skip to that part tonight?”

“God yes,” Wiley moaned. There was no waiting for a second invitation. He crawled into Baer’s lap and straddled him before running his hands over those wide shoulders and down his chest. Hair crinkled under his palms, and all his blood started heading south.

Baer wrapped one hand around Wiley’s neck and brought him close enough to kiss, though he didn’t do it right away. He stared into Wiley’s eyes, his breath brushing over Wiley’s lips. “What do you like?” he whispered.

“Everything, but I really want you to fuck me.”

And oh, did he want that. Wanted to be pounded into the mattress more than he wanted his next breath.

Baer gave a low, throaty groan. “I have lube in the nightstand.”

Wiley scrambled off Baer to get it, but Baer yanked him back.

“In a minute,” he whispered as he settled Wiley onto his lap and pulled his T-shirt off over Wiley’s head. Baer gathered him close and kissed him. It was deep and carnal, his tongue stroking into Wiley’s mouth with skill.

Heat flooded Wiley, turning his muscles pliant with lust. He pressed closer to Baer, gasping at the feel of all that naked skin. Baer took advantage of the gasp, sending his tongue deeper. The kiss grew wet and slick. Wiley couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his throat. Baer’s hands were on the back of his head and neck as he directed their mouths.

Wiley wanted him naked. Wanted to be naked. Wanted to crawl inside Baer and know him in the most intimate ways possible. He wanted to be under him so badly, he started to shake.

“You okay?” Baer whispered against his lips.

“Just overly excited.” Wiley pulled away and looked at Baer. “I want you so much.”

“So, good shaking?”

“The best kind,” he breathed.

“I’ll grab the lube.”

“I’m closer.”

This time Wiley made it to the nightstand. He found the lube and turned back to the bed with it clutched in his hand. Air became trapped in his lungs, and Wiley was sure he’d never need to breathe again. Baer had pulled down his shorts and his cock stood at attention. His strong hand was slowly stroking it as his hot gaze raked over Wiley.

Wiley tugged off his sweats and jumped onto the bed. Baer joined him in a flash, tucking him under his larger body. The scent of shampoo and Baer’s wonderful woodsy smell drifted around him.

That green gaze went down his body, and he wrapped his fingers around Wiley’s dick. “Now, this is gorgeous. You’re not small everywhere, hmm?”

He gasped at the feel of those callused fingers. Baer’s hot breath skimmed over his face as he pressed their lips together. His chest hair tickled Wiley’s nipples, which had hardened to small diamonds. Excitement built in his system like water behind a dam.