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He wanted to kill something when he opened his wallet and realized he didn't have enough cash to get him back to the motel. He didn’t even have enough money on his credit cards to buy a bus ticket. He was a hundred miles away from Brampton, and he didn’t have anyone to pick him up to take him back to collect his things.

Somehow that made his loneliness all the worse.

He’d never hitchhiked before, but with his lack of funds, it

seemed that was the only way he was getting back to collect his things

now.

Getting to a nearby thrift store so he could buy a shirt and jacket with the little he had left was the worst. The looks on the faces of the

employees as he walked into the store with no shirt on, pretending he  didn’t see the no shirt, no shoes, no service sign.

He was grateful they didn’t kick him out and just let him make his  purchase. They even let him put the shirt on and take the tag to the  register so he could at least wear something on his way out.

Lance ducked his head as he left the store. God, that had been

humiliating. At least his bandages weren’t out in the open anymore.

He swore he was just going to get into his car and drive home. He  wasn’t even going to look at any wolf pictures for the rest of his life.

He started walking along the highway. He didn’t have any  luggage to carry beyond the little bag of pills and extra bandages so  he could change his wraps, but those were being carried in his coat  pocket.

It was icing on the cake when thunder cracked overhead.

Fuck. With how quiet the road was, it was going to rain long  before he got a ride back.

A few cars and trucks came and went. Most were going in the  opposite direction he wanted, so he ignored those. He really wished

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someone would stop to give him a lift though. It was already  showering.

Another truck appeared in the distance, but it was also driving  away from Brampton, so Lance didn’t pay any attention to it.

He frowned in slight confusion when the truck did a U-turn in the  middle of the road and then pulled up alongside of him.

Markus’s face was in the window. He rolled it down a little and

called out to him. “Get in.”

The rain was coming down harder now, and Lance wasn’t about to stand there asking questions. He ran to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door. He was careful as he pulled himself inside, and he sighed when he sat down.

He hoped he was dripping all over Markus’s seats.

“Are you all right?” Markus asked.

Lance glared at him.

Markus looked away and put the truck back in gear. “Right, stupid question.”

They drove for about twenty minutes or so before Lance finally had to speak to him. He was getting sick of just sitting there silently, stealing glances at the other man. “What made you come back?”

He noted the way Markus’s eyes flickered over to him as he drove. “I heard you were released today. Figured you would want a ride back.”

“You heard?” It didn’t take much to realize what had happened.  “You called the hospital?”

Markus didn’t say anything. His jaw did go a little tight, however.

Christ. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me while I was in there?”

“Well, of course I was. I didn’t want to strand you in that town  with no way to get back,” Markus snapped. His hands were extremely  tight around the steering wheel.

Lance couldn’t help the bitchy words that left his mouth. “No one  else volunteered to pick me up?”

“No, actually.”

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Lance winced. Markus really didn’t want to be here for him then.

That was just…ouch.

“Please don’t do that,” Markus said.

“Do what?” Lance replied, crossing his arms over his chest and  leaning as far away from the other man as he could.

“Don’t pout so much about it. You know I’m right. This wouldn’t  work anyway.”

“You really want to have this argument, don’t you?”

“No, I just want to send you on your way without any regrets.”

Lance couldn’t yell at him that last time they were together in the  hospital for fear of giving him away. He could do it now. “I told you  that I loved you! I just found out that the very thing I’ve been  searching for my entire life exists, and now I have to give it up, and  you, and you think I’m going to walk away from that like in some  fucking movie or something?”

“Lance…”

“Like, what did you think I was going to do? Agree with you and  go on my merry way thinking what a great little adventure it was I  had that I can keep close to my heart or something?” He sneered that  last part, putting his hands over his heart just to add to the sarcasm.

Markus clearly wasn’t a multitasker. Otherwise he would’ve been  able to have this argument and drive at the same time. He had to pull  over to the side of the road, and he put the truck in park right before  he turned his angry gaze to Lance.

His eyes were gold again.

“You are out of your fucking mind if you think I want to let you  go.”

“Then don’t!” Lance yelled.

“And what about your life? Huh? You’re just going to drop  everything you have, all of your friends, and come and live with me?”

“My friends were all a bunch of hunters who were trying to kill  you!” Lance yelled.

“Yeah! And they almost killed you just to get to my pack!”

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Something strange clicked between them as they yelled at each other. Whatever it was, it seemed to send the signals to both of them that made them launch themselves at each other at the same time.

They clawed and grabbed at each other while they kissed and suckled. All that pent-up lust Lance had felt came boiling to the surface, and now he needed to let it all out.

He didn’t give Markus the chance to get out of his seat before he was in the other man’s lap. He could feel how stiff and heavy his cock was even from under his jeans. Lance was in the same position.

His body was in command here, not his brain, and he didn’t mind it one bit.

Markus kept his hands gentle as they unzipped the jacket and lifted the shirt up to he could get a look at his chest.

Those golden eyes of his softened sadly at the sight of the bandages that were wrapped around the wound.

“Don’t think about it,” Lance commanded him, and he took one of

Markus’s hands and pressed it down onto his cock. “Touch me.”

Markus did. He palmed and squeezed Lance’s dick, rubbing little circles around it that drove him insane.

With Lance’s shirt still lifted, Markus leaned forward and took

one of his nipples into his mouth.

Lance moaned, pressing himself closer to that mouth and humping

into Markus’s hand. “That’s nice.”

This wasn’t one of those one-for-the-road fucks. Lance wouldn’t

let this be their last time. Markus wanted him, and he wasn’t about to

let the other man walk away after this.

It was pouring sheets outside. The rain made an awful sort of  noise against the windshield, and visibility was down to nearly zilch.  Lance wasn’t at all worried about someone driving by and seeing  them. It was more likely that the other people on the road had also  pulled over until the storm passed.

“Will you be okay for this?” Markus said, looking between them  to where his hand was driving Lance insane. His golden eyes were as

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bright as ever.

There was no way in hell Lance was going to say no. “Yeah. I  think we should just go it a little slow.”

Markus was already fighting with the button and fly to his jeans.  He had some trouble until he finally took his hand away from Lance’s  crotch and just started to undress.

Lance had to get off him for a moment so Markus could get his  pants down. The boots he was wearing made it nearly impossible, but  Lance was only wearing shoes, so he kicked them off and removed  his pants entirely.

He wanted nothing more than to just wrap his mouth around  Markus’s cock. It stood up at a slight curve, thick and swollen.

The only thing that stopped him was the idea of getting to his  knees and bending over like that in such a small space. He didn’t want  to rip open his stitches or anything.

Later. There was going to be a later.

“Please come here,” Markus begged.

Lance did as he was told. “Tell me you have something in here to  use.”

“Glove compartment,” Markus said, his voice nearly breathless.

Lance reached over and popped open the little door. Inside was a  bottle of sunscreen.

He took it and gave it to Markus.

It must’ve been nearly empty, because Markus had to shake the bottle a little before anything came out. He finally got some into his hands and rubbed them together, and then he stroked his dick, coating it thoroughly.

His eyes slid shut as he touched himself. When Markus’s head fell back, Lance couldn’t resist planting a kiss alongside his neck.

Markus helped him to climb back onto his lap, and he made fast work of the preparation. He only got two fingers inside of Lance before he lost all patience and lined up his dick with Lance’s asshole.

They had meant it to be something slow and enjoyable, but it

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wasn’t. It was hard and fast. Lance put his hands on either side of  Markus’s head, gripping the back of the seat as Markus fucked him.  He bounced on his lover’s lap, loving every second of it, squeezing  his anus around Markus’s cock and making the other man moan and  curse as he bucked beneath him.

Markus kept his hands on Lance’s hips, pushing him up and down as hard as he could go without being too rough with him, ever mindful of his still healing wounds, and in such a way that had Lance shouting and coming in minutes.

Markus reached down and stroked Lance’s dick the second he

started coming, milking him and drawing out his pleasure. Lance  could feel Markus’s cum spurting inside him as he came.

His entire body trembled even after he came down from the high  of his orgasm. Every bone in his body felt weak and stringy, and he  didn’t want to move from Markus’s warmth.

He felt the tickle of Markus’s hands trailing patterns over his skin.  Lance thought that the two of them must look pretty strange, sitting the way they were, with Markus’s pants only halfway down his legs and Lance sitting in his lap.

Thank God for the rain.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Markus’s voice was small and unsure.

Lance looked at him. He put his hands on Markus’s neck, feeling his strong pulse, and he nodded. “I’m sure. I love you.”

Markus blew out a long breath, and then, as though against his will, he smiled. “I love you, too. We’re going to have to talk about some things if this is what we’re going to do.”

Lance knew that. “My involvement with the hunters?”

Markus’s lips quirked. “Yeah. We got a few of them, one of them your friend Buddy. He’s definitely dead, but James will probably have you identify the others and question you about them a bit, but that should be all.”

Lance blew out a long breath. Buddy was dead, and so were some

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of the others. “How many more did you get?” he asked against his  better judgment.

“Only two. That was a good group of hunters, and the fact that  they’re still out there worries me.”

Markus ran his thumb over Lance’s bottom lip when he said that.

Though their friendship had just been a lie used to get to  werewolves through Lance, he couldn’t help but wonder about the  other men he’d come into contact with while he’d worked on his

website. Was Everett still alive? Or Adam, or Luke? There were

others in the group as well, but Lance didn’t know them all.

He told himself it didn’t matter. They were nothing to him now.  Markus was everything to him, and he wanted to make sure the man  stayed safe. He wanted to be with him.

Markus cleared his throat, a light blush coloring his cheeks.  “Hunters aren’t the only thing we’ll be talking about once we get  back.”

Lance smiled at him. “Like where we’re going to live?” And when Lance would be able to sell his house and come down to

Brampton permanently. Then there would also be learning how to tell if any of the people he met were hunters, and how to avoid leading them back to the pack again.

He wasn’t sure if any of the members of Markus’s pack would want him around after he accidentally gave away their location, but just selling the house alone would require some separation. He didn’t think it would take too long, and now he was in too much of a good mood to mind.