03-Strength of the Mate (9 page)

They had reached the trailers. Adam should excuse himself and head straight for his own hooch, except he couldn’t. Adam gasped at the feel of Dawson’s fingertips brushing against the back of his neck. A shudder ran through him when Dawson skimmed his hand down the length of Adam’s spine.

“You know, when I met you back in the States, I thought you wanted Terrell Hubbard to fuck you.” Dawson’s voice was husky.

Adam nearly stumbled again. Dawson steadied him with a hand at the small of his back.

“I didn’t blame you,” Dawson continued conversationally. “If I thought T and I could decide which of us would bottom, I’d take a shot at him.”

“I wasn’t interested in Terrell,” Adam managed to say.

“I know that now.” Dawson moved his hand around to rest on Adam’s hip. “When I first got here, I couldn’t figure out if you wanted Mercer or Rodriguez.” He used the hand on Adam’s hip to guide him, keep him from putting space between them. “All I knew was that you seem to have a serious thing for werewolves, and you hate yourself for it.”

It was a relief to finally hear it out loud. The tightness in Adam’s chest eased. Instead of tension, truth stretched between them. Dawson’s touch was still firm, but Adam felt strong.

“It took me all this time to figure out you want me to fuck you,” Dawson murmured against Adam’s ear. “I’m not usually this slow to catch on. But you, Adam Madison, you challenge me.”

“How can you be sure you finally got it right?” Adam took a chance that Dawson’s earlier laughter was just below the surface, waiting for an excuse to reemerge. “You could still be reading me all wrong.”

“Nope,” Dawson said with a chuckle that made Adam’s spine tingle. “Whenever I get near you, your arousal gets so strong, I can taste it on my tongue. When I touched you, your knees went weak, didn’t they?”

“You arrogant bastard,” Adam said, smiling to take the heat from his words.

They were near the first row of housing trailers. Dawson stopped walking. Adam was dragged backward. Dawson’s muscular body pressed against him. Adam felt the beginning of Dawson’s erection against his ass. A thrill ran through him.

“My rank affords me a trailer all to myself,” Dawson whispered against Adam’s ear. He still held Adam’s hip with one hand. He slid his other hand down the front of Adam’s jeans.

Adam moaned in pleasure and closed his eyes.

“I want to take you inside and fuck you,” Dawson continued. “But if you want to walk away right now, I’ll let you go. I promise never to bother you again.” He released Adam and backed away a step.

Adam stood frozen, unprepared for Dawson’s words. He’d thought that Dawson understood him, that they understood each other. He started to say as much to Dawson, but Adam was stopped by his expression. Dawson looked guarded; like he was afraid of Adam’s answer, and struggling not to influence him. If Adam had still had doubts, Dawson just wiped them away. Leaving himself vulnerable to the strength of a shifter was risky, but whatever it was that made him want to drive trucks in a war zone, made him want to be naked with Dawson Rivers.

An instant later, Adam’s dopp kit was snatched from his numb fingers. Dawson loomed over him, twisting a hand in the front of Adam’s T-shirt. He stepped forward on shaky legs, as Dawson pulled him forward relentlessly.

Adam gasped, reflexively grabbing at Dawson’s broad shoulders when he felt warm breath and sharp teeth on his neck. Dawson pressed his face to Adam’s throat, nipping at his skin and soothing with his tongue.

They reached a hooch and Dawson lead Adam up the few steps. Adam stumbled slightly, his knees weak, but Dawson’s strong hands were there to steady him. Inside the trailer, Dawson tossed the dopp kit onto the nearby desk. He closed the door and pushed Adam back against it.

Dawson’s body was like an open flame. He pressed himself along the front of Adam’s frame. Adam wrapped his arms around Dawson’s back, tightly fisting his T-shirt. He breathed harshly, each inhalation desperate. Dawson buried his fingers in Adam’s hair. He used his grip to tilt Adam’s head backward, arching his throat.

Adam’s mouth hung open as Dawson pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck and throat. He grunted in surprise when Dawson bit sharply at his pulse point. Dawson rubbed his body against Adam’s, pushing him firmly back against the door. Adam thrust his hips mindlessly against Dawson, pressing his hardening cock against Dawson’s firm thigh.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Dawson rasped. He sealed his lips to Adam’s skin, drawing blood to the surface.

Adam knew he was being visibly marked. It felt too good and he couldn’t bring himself to worry about it.

Dawson bit Adam’s earlobe sharply. He nipped along the length of Adam’s jaw. He found an unmarked, sensitive place on Adam’s throat and drew hard on the flesh. Adam moaned, a tremor running through his body.

“Christ, I need to be inside you,” Dawson said in a rough voice. He released Adam’s hair and reached for the hem of his shirt.

Adam eagerly complied, lifting his arms to let himself be stripped of the garment. Dawson quickly pulled his own shirt over his head. The chain of his dog tags clinked softly as they settled against his sternum.

Dawson smoothed his palms over Adam’s skin. His hands were warm as they glided down Adam’s shoulders, his sides, up his stomach and across his chest. Adam sucked a harsh breath in through his teeth when Dawson trailed his fingertips over the scar on Adam’s chest.

The room spun when Dawson grasped the waist of Adam’s jeans, using it to move him toward the bed.

“Get your clothes off,” Dawson said forcefully, pushing Adam to sit down.

At the foot of Dawson’s bed was his sea chest. A spare blanket lay folded on top. Adam’s movements were sluggish; his hands trembled with desire. He struggled to untie his boots. It was surreal, such a mundane task to perform, as Adam’s perfect fantasy continued to unfold into reality.

Dawson stood in front of a flimsy metal cabinet that they all used as both closet and dresser. He retrieved something from inside, sliding it into one of the pockets of his uniform pants.

Adam kicked off his boots. Dawson suddenly knelt in front of him, tugging off his socks and tossing them aside. Adam’s brain refused to catch up with what was happening. Dawson unfastened Adam’s jeans and pulled them roughly down his legs.

He sat naked before Dawson, his cock standing erect, clear fluid dripping down the head. He wanted to feel Dawson’s bare skin against his own. Adam expected Dawson to swallow him down. Instead, he found himself turned onto his stomach. Adam’s knees rested on the sea chest, his chest lay across the foot of Dawson’s bed.

“You do have a nice ass,” Dawson said, his voice rough.

Adam’s knees were forced apart by Dawson’s. The fabric of his uniform was rough on Adam’s skin. Dawson gripped Adam’s ass cheeks firmly, kneading and spreading them. His vulnerable position sent a thrill running through him. He got his elbows beneath himself and started to push up.

Dawson’s hand between his shoulders shoved Adam back down into the bed, his face pressed against the coarse blanket. His heart slammed against his ribs. Beneath him, Adam’s cock throbbed as a fresh wave of blood flooded the shaft. He dug his fingers into the blanket, gripping it tight. Christ, he’d underestimated Dawson’s physical strength.

Behind him, Dawson moved slightly. He kept Adam pressed to the bed with a single hand at his back. Adam tested the strength in Dawson’s arm. He was nearly immobile.

Adam hissed. Something cold and slick landed in the crack of his ass. It glided down toward his balls.

“That’s fucking hot,” Dawson said on an exhale. “The way your asshole clenched up so tight.”

Adam swallowed hard. The desperate, needy sound he made was embarrassing.

Dawson swiped his fingers through the warming lube, smearing it in the cleft of Adam’s ass. He circled Adam’s hole, pushing inward slightly.

A frisson rolled up Adam’s spine. Gooseflesh rose on his skin. Dawson kneed his legs wider, his uniform scratching pleasantly on the skin of Adam’s inner thighs. Jesus. Dawson wasn’t going to strip before he fucked him.

“I can’t wait to shove my cock inside you. Your ass is gonna open right up for me.” Dawson punctuated his lewd words by pushing a slick finger into Adam’s clenched hole. “You’re so goddamn tight. You’re gonna feel fucking awesome around my dick.”

The intrusion of Dawson’s finger into Adam’s body was unnerving. Dawson twisted his wrist, spreading lube inside Adam’s ass. He stretched Adam’s rim with his fingertip. Adam panted into the blanket beneath his cheek. The slight burn sent a tingling through his hips and into his cock.

Adam grunted, gritting his teeth when Dawson abruptly slid his finger free. More cold slick rolled down his crack. He cried out when Dawson shoved two fingers into his hole. Adam squirmed as Dawson used his fingers to fuck him. Pushing in deep, Dawson’s last knuckles stretched Adam’s rim.

The weight against Adam’s shoulders disappeared. Dawson moved against him. The soft clink of a metal belt told him Dawson was unfastening his own pants. Cautiously, Adam lifted up to glance over his shoulder. Dawson’s fly was open, his briefs shoved down below his ball sac.

Adam’s hole clenched at the sight of Dawson’s hard cock framed by the camouflage of his uniform. He made a sound low in his throat as reality aligned itself with his fantasy. Dawson’s erection was dark red, the head flushed dusky purple. It curved toward Dawson’s right side. A stream of fluid trailed down the long, thick shaft, even as more spilled from the rounded head.

Dawson upended a bottle of lube over his dick. “Gotta make sure there’s no drag,” he murmured. “Gonna give you a nice, slick ride.”

Adam shivered at Dawson’s words. His belly tightened pleasantly. More pre-come pulsed from the end of his dick, adding to the growing wetness against his skin. Adam was eager for Dawson to push into him.

Dawson was generous with the slick. Tossing the bottle aside, he smoothed the lube over his shaft with his right hand. With his left, he gripped Adam’s ass cheek and pulled him open. Adam was impatient for Dawson to be inside him and fill him.

Dawson’s erection glistened with the shiny gel. He’d coated himself thickly, but Adam had a moment to wonder if it was enough. Dawson lined himself up with Adam’s hole. Still holding Adam open with his left hand, Dawson moved his right to shove Adam’s shoulders down into the bed.

“Breathe,” Dawson said in a hoarse voice.

Adam took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He tried to relax as he exhaled. He took another breath and Dawson gave a firm thrust of his hips.

“Nguh! Fuck!” Adam shouted. He clawed at the blanket, desperate to ease the overwhelming sensations that flooded his body. His hole clenched around Dawson’s width, burning despite the generous lube. Relentlessly sliding deeper and deeper, Dawson’s cock filled Adam. Dawson’s hand at his back grounded Adam when the pleasure would have carried him away. Adam inhaled audibly, shouting mindless cries and senseless words.

“Oh, yeah, that’s so sweet,” Dawson moaned. “Just like I knew it would be.”

Dawson’s hips pushed up against Adam’s ass. He released Adam’s ass cheek, pressing his hand to the bed above Adam’s shoulder. Dawson’s knuckles turned white with his grip on the blanket. Adam was vaguely pleased that Dawson had to work, at least a little, for control.

He expected Dawson to pull out slightly, so he could push back inside. Adam craved the friction against his hole. He was hungry to feel his ass filled over and over. Dawson kept Adam pressed to the bed with a hand against his back. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he rocked his hips, side to side. Dawson circled his hips, pushing his cock slightly deeper. The motions put pressure on new and exciting places inside of Adam.

“It feels so good inside you,” Dawson rasped. “You okay?” He caressed Adam’s back, skimming his hand the length of his spine.

Adam laid panting, throat raw from his shouts. The tenderness in Dawson’s touch unnerved him. The question knocked him off balance. “Yeah,” he managed to choke out. Adam lifted his ass slightly, wordlessly telling Dawson what he needed.

“I knew you’d be a pushy bottom.” Dawson’s voice was breathless. “I fucking love that.” He moved his hand from Adam’s back and pressed it to the bed as well.

Finally, Dawson slowly pulled his cock out, just to the tip. Adam’s hole was wracked with spasms, clenching rhythmically at the head of Dawson’s erection. He cried out wordlessly as Dawson roughly shoved back into him. The new leverage and angle released a shower of sparks in Adam’s pelvis. It swirled into the base of his spine and rocketed upward.

Dawson’s pants brushed against Adam’s ass with each inward thrust. The coarse fabric of his uniform against Adam’s sensitized skin set him to tingling. Dawson’s belt clinked softly, blending with the subtle tones made by his dog tags.

Dawson was half dressed, cock hanging from the front of his pants as he fucked Adam, naked and spread open. Something primal in Adam demanded more; he pushed back against Dawson and reality surpassed his dreams. His balls ached with the desire for release. The way Dawson had them rocking against the bed rubbed the blanket against Adam’s hard-on. If Dawson would just nail him at the right angle, Adam could probably come without touching himself.

“No hurry,” Dawson murmured, as if to himself. “We’re in no hurry this morning.” He moved against Adam until he could settle down on his elbows.

Adam’s back was pressed against the hot, naked skin of Dawson’s chest. Dawson’s dog tags fell over Adam’s shoulder, spilling onto the bed. The chain rocked gently against him with each vigorous thrust of Dawson’s hips.

Closing his eyes, Adam was assaulted by myriad sensations. The heat of Dawson’s body seeped into him. He was held down, restrained, if only by Dawson’s weight. Adam pressed his hips upward, matching Dawson’s rhythm. It was the only movement he could manage, with Dawson pinning him to the bed. The slippery glide of Dawson’s thick, hard cock stretched and filled him in all the ways he liked best.

Adam wanted it to go on forever, but at the same time he desperately needed to come.