Primal (Wrong Side of the Tracks 2)

Even now, despite the rough patches on his hands and knees and the soreness in his ass, Dane couldn’t bring himself to reject or loathe Jag’s touch, and leaned into its warmth, as if the cum inside him had somehow changed the makeup of his soul.

“I’m just… you know.”

Jag lapped at his cheek and grinned. “I know. But the hunt was exciting, wasn’t it?” he asked, leading Dane inside, to the comfy nest of furs and blankets.

Dane stumbled, shocked by the straightforwardness of the question. How was he to answer that? It was like that time Rob had asked him whether he enjoyed being roughed up on the floor, but there was no trace of mockery in Jag’s voice, only curiosity. Still, something inside Dane told him he couldn’t disclose his true feelings, as if Jag were baiting him.

Jag cocked his head and scooted across from Dane with a… pineapple and two bowls, which he placed on the floor. “I never thought claiming a man would feel like… that. The way you shivered under me, the way your body opened up to me—”

Dane’s heart fluttered as if those were compliments, not something he should be embarrassed to hear, but seeing the honest smile flashed at him instantly brought back memories of Jag pressing him down and riding his hole as if it were a race.

So damn hot.

Hotter than anything he’d ever experienced.

He wanted to do it again, no matter how much he ached in the aftermath.

“Yeah… it is good.”

Jag began peeling the pineapple with his knife, but he was so eager to look up that Dane was starting to worry about him losing his fingers to the blade. “Did you like the thrill of running, or do you just like a man mounting you?” Jag inquired as if it was a question like any other. And maybe for him it was?

Dane wasn’t sure what to think anymore, but the amazing sex had left him weak, and dreamy, and he didn’t feel like shutting himself off from this strange, wild man who smiled at him as if he’d won the lottery.

“I… well… it’s both.”

Jag kept licking the fruit’s sweet juices off his fingers, and it was agonizingly distracting. “Is this how you found men in the past?”

Dane sat straighter. “No! What? People don’t do that,” he said, sucking in air as a flush bloomed on his face.

Jag raised his eyebrows. “We just did, and we are people.”

Dane exhaled, counting to three. “Yes, but most people don’t hunt each other down. That would be assault. You go on a date… or just meet up for sex.”

Jag frowned, and his shoulders tensed. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt after they showered, which left his magnificently toned chest and stomach on show. “Oh, I’ve been on a date, and it was awful. How am I supposed to present my skills and strength as I sit at a table with someone else bringing food?” He shook his head and dropped chunks of the fruit into the bowl. A few droplets of juice ran down his forearms, tempting Dane’s mind into fantasizing about following the streaks with his tongue. And then about going lower, to suck on Jag’s dick until it fed him cum again.

“You’re meant to talk, not present your skills,” Dane mumbled. “Most people care about your bed skills more than any other ones anyway.”

Jag frowned. “You don’t get to know a man by talking. You get to know him building a house, or hunting, or doing anything really. Can he start a fire? Can he filter water? In a restaurant, someone could just lie to you without having to prove himself.”

Dane’s mouth dried when it occurred to him that they’d erected the walls around them together. The work had been tough, especially when a part of the ceiling had caved in due to Dane’s error, but Jag had always dispersed gloomy thoughts with a smile. The process had revealed both their strong and weak points in a way conversation couldn’t. Jag had proven himself to be patient and resourceful. Dane had learned that while he always worried about doing things by the book, Jag liked to find ways around problems and had many ideas up his sleeve.

“I’m useless at all those things.”

Jag’s expression softened into a smile. “I have noticed you need to learn a lot, but you’re willing to, and strong, and smart, and entertaining. You calculated how much pipe we needed for the shower and you came up with the guessing game to play when it’s raining. And you make me happy. I get so excited around you. Like… I’ve been a lone wolf, but you made me realize that I once again have a pack.”

Dane’s mouth curved into a smile, as if he’d just been hugged. It wasn’t that his other lovers hadn’t acknowledged his good qualities, but their compliments had never felt this honest or rewarding.