George's Turn [Brac Pack 8] (11 page)

Authors: Lynn Hagen

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“Make peace with Tank. You’re going down,” Cecil challenged.

“Backs to each other,” Blair instructed in his sheriff’s uniform.

“No cheating.”

“Damn, sunshine, you’ll have to wear that to bed tonight.” Kota growled.

Blair put his index finger to his lips. “Shush, I was planning on it.” He winked at his mate before clearing his throat and turning to the dueling pair.

Oliver stood off to the side wearing scrubs and a medic coat, a black bag clutched to his chest.

“I think I’m having a heart attack. Check my cock,” Micah teased Oliver. His mate rolled his eyes but blushed.

“Ready?” Blair shouted. The warriors were all standing by, the mates huddled around. Johnny bit his nails, jumping from foot to foot.

“Kick butt,” Keata cheered.

“Just get on with it,” George complained.

“Fine…now!” Blair called out, stepping back and out of the way as the two counted their ten paces. George’s legs were longer, taking
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him further away.

They spun, and Cecil’s chest exploded with colored lights. He dropped to the ground, his eyes closed as he lay there.

Oliver ran over and hit the button to stop the lights from flashing on the downed man’s chest. He reached into his black bag and pulled out a sticker, slapping it on Cecil’s head.

“Hey, what’s that?” Cecil asked as he pulled the sticky paper from his forehead and looked at it. “Loser?” Cecil crumpled the sticker up, tossing it aside.

“I’m the winner.” George jumped around doing a happy dance.

He stilled when Tank came forward, pulling his laser tag vest from his chest. “I get to listen to my country music. I get to listen to my country music.” George sang out his taunt.

“I want a rematch.” Cecil pouted, mad because he lost.

“Baby loser,” Micah shouted.

“Okay, enough teasing my mate.” Maverick chuckled as he pulled Cecil from the ground. “Met your match.”

“Nah, I let him win.” Cecil pulled the straps off, holding his arms up for Maverick to pick him up. Maverick bent down, pulling his mate into his arms. “Come on, I’ll let you win.”

“What are we playing?”

Maverick laughed evilly. “You’ll see.” He carried his mate off as the crowd broke up, Micah swearing to Oliver that something ached on him and that his mate needed to give him mouth to cock.

Kota walked into the house with his hands held in the air, Blair pointing his pop gun at his back.

George shook his head and laughed as he watched the last of them enter the kitchen.

“Ready, Mr. Winner?”

George turned, seeing Tank standing there looking hesitant. His curiosity getting to him, he followed. What would make his mate look so uncertain?

“I want to show you something.” Tank pulled him past the tree
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line, pulling his clothes off once they were out of sight of the back door.

“I told you I’ve already seen it, gorgeous, too.” He watched as Tank revealed all his glorious skin. “We’re screwing in the woods?” Tank wiggled his brows. “After.” Taking a deep breath, he added,

“Now don’t be afraid.”

Nodding, George watched as his mate transformed into a wolf.

Good lord, the wolf was the size of a pony! He wasn’t going to lie to himself. He was a bit frightened. His mate was huge.

Deciding he could handle this, George ran his hand over Tank’s wolf form. “Show off.”

Bowing down, Tank lifted his head up to his mate. “Are you serious? You want me to ride you?”

The wolf nodded.

“I didn’t bring a saddle.” George teased but slid onto the large wolf’s back. “No reins.”

Tank huffed then stood.

“Don’t go trying to buck me off.”

Tank trotted along, carrying them deeper into the woods. George leaned his head back as he fisted Tank’s scruff. The night was clear, and stars were out everywhere. This may not be the open range, but it was peaceful nonetheless. He could hear crickets and see small animals scurrying away.

He thought about Wyoming and the warm nights he’d slept under the stars, wondering how his life was going to turn out. Nothing close to this had entered his mind. He was a mate to a were-creature, and he was going to live one thousand years. That was a lot to take in, along with the fact that he now had vampire traits in him.

A far cry from Wyoming indeed. He shifted slightly as Tank walked over a fallen log, being careful not to unbalance his load.

George ran his right hand over Tank’s head, scratching behind his ear as he looked up at the stars. “It’s a beautiful night, Tank.” Tank stopped as George watched the deer sniff the air then take
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off running.

“Bully.” He chuckled.

Tank pulled his muzzle back. George knew his mate was smiling.

They arrived at a small clearing, Tank lowering himself. Sliding off, George stretched his legs.

Tank shifted back, standing there as naked as the day he was born, and George drooled over the sculpted lines and muscles flexing as Tank reached out to him.

“You like it?” Tank asked as he pulled George down.

“Still think you need a saddle.” He grinned.

Tank growled, pulling George on top of him as he lay on the ground. “Ride me.”

“Ain’t it your turn?”

Tank shrugged. “No clothes. I left my scorecard in my pants.” Rolling his eyes, George sighed, “I guess so.” His mate reached up, tickling him on his ribs. George fell over laughing, trying his best to scoot away. “Uncle!” he cried.

“Get undressed.”

“Bossy.” George stuck his tongue out but shed his clothes.

“Damn, you are one delicious-looking man.” Tank patted his belly, indicating George to sit on him.

George stepped over Tank but didn’t lower himself. Instead, he hitched his hips from side to side, his heavy and erect cock bobbing around. “You want some of this?”

“You know it, mate. I want to feel your tight ass around my cock.”

“Keep talkin dirty, you may just get it.” George’s voice had dropped to a husky tone.

“Sit on my cock, cowboy. Ride me like a rodeo.” George’s eyes hooded. “Close enough.” He lowered himself, spitting on his hand and reaching back to stretch his hole.

“I want to watch.” Tank panted.

George climbed off, turning on all fours so Tank could watch his
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own fingers push into his puckered hole.

“Fuck, baby, you make me want to eat your ass.” Tank swatted his fingers aside, licking his hole, sucking then tongue fucking him.

“God, no one’s ever done that.” George arched his back, spreading his knees a little further apart. Tank slid two fingers in as he licked around them.

“Going to lose it. Better stop.” George breathed out.

Tank pulled his fingers away, adding more spittle before lying back down. “Saddle up.”

George mock punched him in the chest before mounting him. He leaned forward, guiding the side of beef to his ass. His hole opened wider. He felt fuller having sex this way. “Still not a girl.” He moaned.

“Never thought you were.” Tank planted his feet, grabbing George by his hips as he surged up. George fell forward, his palms connecting with Tank’s chest. His fingers dug into Tank’s chest, the thrill of the ride coursing through him. He leaned down and took Tank’s mouth in a passionate kiss. Tank’s fingers wrapped around Georg’s neck and back, thrusting harder as George whimpered into his mouth. It was way too easy to get lost in the way Tank made love to him.

George broke the kiss and reared back, crying out into the night as he came.

Tank thrust harder, his back bowed and off the ground, trying to bury himself deep inside George then exploded. “George!” he shouted as his cock pulsed deep inside George’s ass. Tank thrust quick bursts into George. Collapsing down, his arms fell to either side of him, spread eagle.

“You owe me two now.” George smiled down at Tank. In his twenty-eight years, he had never been happier.

Tank filled that lonely void he hadn’t realized he had until leaving his home state. Sure, he had messed around with Jesse, but something was always missing, maybe the fact they had to stay hidden bothered
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him more than he ever admitted to himself.

George rested on his mate’s chest, breathing rapidly. Tank was still inside of him, not softening all the way. He took comfort in having a connection so intimate with his wolf.

Tank pulled George up, ready to slide free.

“Don’t.”

Tank nodded and skated his hands over his shoulders, back, and his hips. “Do you miss home?”

George turned his head sideways and stared off into the forest. “I used to have to sneak around, hide who I was. My home had wide open spaces and a horse I could ride.” George kissed Tank’s chest then stared into those deep brown eyes. “Now I can be who I want, no hiding. The forest has a lot of clearings, and I have a beautiful horse waiting at home for me. So no, I don’t miss Wyoming.”

* * * *

Tank hugged him tight, allowing his mate to squirm out of the embrace to look him in his eyes again. “I also have a really great guy that I know for sure will have my back and never deny me.”

“You sure I’m really what you want?” Tank asked as he ran his hands through George’s silky blond hair.

“Uh, fella, your cock is still up my ass. I’m pretty sure.” Tank ran his fingertips down George’s face. “I was so afraid you would deny me. I wanted to claim you right there in the diner when Frank introduced us.”

“I feel so special.” He grinned.

“Do you miss him?”

George drew his brows together. “Who?”

“The man who broke your heart.” It pained Tank to ask his mate, but he wanted to know, wanted to know if his lover was sharing his heart with another. He would have no choice but to deal with it. He wouldn’t like it, but you can’t help who holds your heart. He knew in
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time George would give Tank all of him.

“Jesse? Hell no, it doesn’t hurt anymore to think of his betrayal.

That’s how I know I’m over him. Besides, got me a big galoot to love.

No time for closet cases.”

“Closet cases, huh? Gets claustrophobic in there I hear.”

“Stifling.” George brushed his lips across Tank’s. With the romantic way his cowboy was acting, Tank was fully hardening again. George began to move around, pushing at Tank’s chest as he rode him slowly. Tank hissed, placing his hands on George’s sides as he helped him.

“You know where I lay my head. Feel free to grope me in my sleep anytime.” Tank cried out as he came again, George tumbling right behind him.

“You can bet on that.”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.

You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.

Also by Lynn Hagen

Brac Pack 1:
Maverick’s Mate

Brac Pack 2:
Hawk’s Pretty Baby

Brac Pack 3:
Sunshine’s Savior

Brac Pack 4:
Remi’s Pup

Brac Pack 5:
Stormy Eyes

Brac Pack 6:
Oliver’s Heart

Brac Pack 7:
Keata’s Promise

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