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And Hank stepped in with
him.

His wolf gathered him in his arms,
laying a tender kiss on his lips. After the rough sex they’d just
shared, it was such an unexpected tender moment that Remy wasn’t
expecting. In just a few days, he’d been so confused by the
extremely conflicting emotions running through his mind. In one
moment, Hank could be a possessive asshole and in the next, he was
caring and sweet. Remy was annoyed with the jerk one second and
ready to fall the next.

“
Dinner will be ready in
about forty-five. I just threw a lasagna in the oven,” Hank said.
“I’ve opened a bottle of wine, too.”

Remy smiled up at Hank. “Are you
courting me? Afraid I’ll leave soon?”

Hank’s smile dissipated, and he took a
step away from Remy. “I already told you I was willing to give you
what you needed. I can’t help it the law was going through your
place.”

Remy realized he’d stung Hank. “I was
only joking.” He leaned up and rubbed his hands over Hank’s chest
after pouring some soap into his palms. “I think I have some idea
how hard it was for you to allow me some space.”

“
You have no idea how hard
it was. How hard it will be.”

Remy looked up at Hank, wishing there
was a way he could just succumb to the inner voice in his gut
telling him he belonged right where he was. Trust wasn’t an easy
thing to earn, and Hank needed to prove to him that this could work
between them before he just jumped in with both feet. “And I
appreciate that you’re willing to try. It means a lot.”

Hank growled softly. He began to relax
into Remy’s hands as Remy continued to clean his wolf. When he was
done with Hank’s chest and arms, he turned the massive male and
washed his back and ass cheeks. Hank turned back around, his cock
hard.

“
You missed a
spot.”

Remy chuckled before beginning to soap
Hank’s cock and balls. Hank grew thicker and longer in his grasp,
and Remy’s cock responded in the same way. Would he never be sated
with the werewolf around? Hank stepped closer and pushed Remy
against the shower wall. He lifted Remy in his strong arms and
turned him to face the wall before pressed the tip of his cock into
Remy’s ass.

Hank surged deep, a single deep thrust
filling Remy’s ass. Hank leaned in to kiss Remy’s shoulder, and he
wrapped his arms around Remy’s chest as he began a languid pace,
fucking Remy in slow, sweet strokes.

“
I don’t think I’ll ever
get enough of you,” Hank whispered into Remy’s ear, echoing the
thought Remy had just had.

They seemed so in tune with one
another physically. The clash of bodies was a purely visceral
experience; one Remy knew he’d never tire of. The more he had Hank,
the more he wanted. He just hoped the feelings and trust would
build just as strongly.

Hank kissed Remy’s ear, neck, and
shoulder as he leisurely scissored in and out of Remy’s body. He
lowered one of his large hands to grip Remy’s cock, pumping his
soapy hand up and down the length in time to his languid fucking.
Even though it was a slower, softer experience, it still pushed him
to extremes just as quickly, the mating of their bodies a purely
magical event.

Remy came quickly, Hank’s warm palm
coaxing his release from him. His cum splashed against the marble
tiles, the rushing water washing it away. Hank followed him, coming
deep inside Remy’s ass once more. When he was done, Hank kissed his
cheek and trailed his fingertips down Remy’s spine. Remy felt
weakened, ready to get off his shaking legs. He pulled from Hank
and rinsed himself off quickly before turning the cooling water
off.

He dried himself off beside Hank, his
gaze straying to watch Hank dry off his perfect body. After
throwing on a pair of sweatpants, he followed Hank out to the
dining room and poured himself a glass of wine. He watched Hank
pull the lasagna from the oven and pop some garlic bread
inside.

“
Everything should be
ready in five,” Hank said as he carried two plates and silverware
to the dining room table.

Remy grasped the wine bottle and both
glasses and brought those out. He dropped to the seat, his legs
unwilling to go any farther. “I like … this.”

“
The wine? It’s ours. We
grow the grapes up on the other side of the mountain,” Hank said,
pride in his voice. “We only make enough to store for our
pack.”

“
Although the wine is
exceptional, that’s not what I meant. I meant this. How comfortable
I feel here, even though we barely know one another.”

Hank took a few tentative steps. “Then
stay.”

“
You’ve got to give it
time. I need to clear my name and figure out how to bridge both of
these worlds I’m in. My life is a mess right now. I have to be
clearheaded when I agree to be yours.”

Hank looked down at the floor. “Yeah.
I get it.” He turned back to the oven and pulled the bread
out.

Remy watched the big, strong man
gather the food and bring it in. Hank was nothing like he’d
expected. For all his big, growling, alpha exterior, he was a big
teddy bear on the inside. “But I suppose I could do that from here.
For now.”

Hank looked up expectantly, his mouth
opening. “You mean, live here, with me?”

“
Part-time. A compromise.
So that you know I’m serious about getting to know you. If we can
get the cops off my ass, I’ll stay in the valley a few days a week
and here a few days. Fair enough?”

Hank smiled as he lowered the
casserole and the bread to the table. He stepped closer to Remy and
gathered Remy’s face in his hands, dropping a deep, hungry kiss to
Remy’s mouth. He leaned back with a grin. “It’s a
start.”

Remy laughed. “Hurry up and eat. I
have the sudden intense urge to be chained to my werewolf’s
bed.”

The End

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