Heat Rising [Brac Village 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (9 page)

He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Wasn’t a man supposed to go limp once he came? The questions fled Spencer’s mind when he felt something wet at his asshole. His mate’s fingers were circling his entrance before they speared inside of him.

Spencer shouted as his fingers curled around the wood, his breathing labored. Bear was moving his fingers so quickly in and out of Spencer’s ass that his body was quivering. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, Bear drove his cock deep.

His mate grabbed Spencer’s hips, pulling him up off his feet as he pounded into Spencer’s ass. This was not the careful lovemaking that Bear had shown him last night. This was wild, animalistic, and holy hell, Spencer loved it!

“Harder, Bear,” he shouted, unsure where those words were coming from, but Spencer refused to take them back. He could feel the hairs on Bear’s thighs rubbing over the back of his. The added stimulation was Spencer’s undoing.

He cried out his release, hearing his voice echo through the woods just beyond the porch. Bear slammed his groin a few more times into Spencer’s ass, his cock going deep before the man slumped over Spencer.

“Fuck,” he panted into Spencer’s ear as he wrapped his arms around Spencer and pulled him away from the railing. His mate sat on the chair, his cock swollen inside Spencer. He knew it would be a moment before his mate could pull free.

Resting his back against his mate’s hairy chest, Spencer gazed out over the woods, smiling to himself that he had made his mate lose control.

Bear petted him as they watched the fireflies light up the night. Spencer had never been happier or more content in his life. He never wanted to leave. Being with Bear, feeling safe in his arms, was a place Spencer always wanted to be.

“Is it alive?” Johnny asked as he stared at the funny-looking burger on the counter. He had never seen anything like it before.

“It’s a vegetarian burger,” Spencer answered. “How can it be alive?”

Johnny scratched at his head as he walked around the counter, his eyes glued to the thing sitting on parchment paper. “How can it be a burger if there is no meat in it?”

The smell of the grill wafted into the kitchen, making Johnny very hungry. Bear had invited him and Hawk over for a cookout. Johnny was salivating at the smell of steaks and hot dogs cooking. He just wasn’t sure what this
thing
was that Spencer planned on eating.

He had an urge to poke the patty with a stick.

“It’s made of soy.” Spencer grabbed a paper plate and set the funny-looking burger on it.

“Oh, the stuff you put on Chinese food?”

“No,” Spencer answered as he shook his head. “That’s soy sauce.”

Johnny was so confused. Wasn’t that the same thing? He pushed the funny burger from his mind as he turned toward Spencer. “Did you get into trouble with Bear?” he asked as he grabbed a chip from the open bag on the counter. Bear and Hawk were on the back porch, talking man stuff. Things like race cars and what Bear did for a living.

Boring.

“No. Bear just made me promise not to lie to him again.”

Johnny giggled as he glanced out of the window over the sink, making sure Hawk wasn’t listening. “I got spanked.”

“Hawk punished you?” Spencer asked incredulously.

“It was my idea,” Johnny bragged. “I kept telling him that I wasn’t going to be chained down to his rules, so my mate kept slapping my ass. Of course, he did other things as well that made my toes curl.” He winked at Spencer, slapping his chest with pride. “He thinks he is punishing me, but he has no idea that I’m enjoying every second of it.”

“You are truly twisted, my man.” Spencer grabbed the plate and headed for the door. Johnny grabbed his friend’s arm and pulled him back. “Did you hear about Harley?”

Hawk said that Johnny gossiped too much. That wasn’t true. Johnny just heard things and passed on the information. If things were done out in public, then he wasn’t the only one who knew—and probably wasn’t the only one to wag his tongue about it either.

“No.” Spencer set his plate down. “What happened?”

He thought about teasing his friend, but this was just too juicy to keep to himself. “Bailey and Damon got into a fistfight down at the movie theater. Damon said he didn’t care about what Harley was doing, but apparently Bailey had spotted them smooching in front of the movie theater. It took two units of cops to break them apart.”

“Pretty baby!”

Drat.

Hawk had heard him
. Dang the man and his superior hearing
. Johnny quickly leaned forward, cupping his hand at Spencer’s ear. “They are both sitting in jail.” He turned toward the screen door. “Coming, Hawk!”

Maybe he would get another spanking.

Johnny smiled to himself as he walked out.

* * * *

Bear strode out onto the front porch, his eyes zeroing in on the campaign sign that was shoved into his lawn. Who in the hell was Bart Fishman? Whoever the man was, he was running for mayor.

He wondered if Maverick knew about this. Stepping off the porch, Bear plucked the sign up and tossed it into the back of the borrowed truck. He would dispose of it when he went to work.

His day off was ruined. Bear had to go get Bailey out of jail for fighting in front of the movie theater.
What an idiot.
If Bear wasn’t so shorthanded, he would leave the man to rot in jail.

But that only left Travis and Reno. Bear couldn’t do that to the two men. He couldn’t wait until Sampson and Flint started work on Monday. Maverick had told him that Bear wanted to hire a few more people aside from the two already starting.

That was fine by Bear. He needed the extra men.

“I’m ready,” Spencer said as he walked out onto the porch, “although I’m protesting stopping by The Pit. Can’t you talk to Priest?”

“I’m staying out of that,” Bear said as he opened the passenger door. “The last time I talked to your boss, I was ready to deck him.”

“You’re still trying to make me be an adult,” Spencer said with a pout as he buckled his seat belt. “I’m highly protesting this decision of yours. I like being rebellious and playing hooky. I don’t get to do it very often.”

“Poor baby.” Bear chuckled as he closed the truck door. And here he thought he was dealing with a very timid man. Spencer was proving that notion wrong. But Bear liked the little wild streak in his mate. He just prayed that the guy was never caught in another situation like he had been in yesterday.

Talk about shaving one hundred years off of his life.

Bear drove into town, noticing more and more of those campaign signs popping up everywhere.

“Who is Bart Fishman?” Spencer asked as he stared out of the window. “I’ve never heard of him.”

“Me either,” Bear replied as he pulled into the police station. “Are you waiting or coming in?”

Spencer unbuckled himself. “I’ll come in. I’ve never been inside the police station before.”

“This isn’t a field trip,” Bear reminded his mate as he closed his door. “I’m here to bail out a knucklehead who ruined my day off with you.”

Spencer pressed his lips together, which told Bear the man knew something. He stopped walking, grabbing his mate’s arm to stop him. “Spill it.”

Spencer tried to give him an innocent smile, his eyes blinking rapidly, but Bear wasn’t fooled. He could tell that his little impala was trying to avoid telling him what was going on. His mate’s eyes were darting too quickly as he tried to pull away. “Spill what?”

“Would you really send me in there not knowing what is going on?” Bear was learning that Spencer needed coaxing in order to spill his guts.

“Okay!” Spencer tossed his hand into the air, letting out an exaggerated breath. “Johnny told me that Harley was seen in front of the movies with Bailey. They were making out pretty hot and heavy. Damon saw them and went nuts. Damon and Bailey began fighting. But I’ve seen Damon at The Pit with Harley. Johnny has seen Bailey at The Café with Harley, but then we both saw Harley coming in with the cashier from Village Mart.”

Bear’s head began to hurt. He reached up and began to rub his temples as he tried to sort out what Spencer was telling him. “You gossip a lot with Johnny?” And here he thought his mate needed coaxing. It seemed Bear had a lot to learn about his little impala.

“After everything I just told you, that’s what you ask?”

“It seems Harley can’t keep it in his pants,” Bear replied. “I don’t need any further explanations as far as that sordid tale.”

“We talk on our lunch break,” Spencer admitted.

So his mate was a gossiper. Bear had another subject he was going to have to talk to his mate about. Gossiping never proved fruitful. It always got the tongue-wagger into trouble. “So Bailey is pissed because he thought he was Harley’s only one?”

Spencer shook his head. “No.”

His headache was getting worse. “Why is my guy in jail, Spencer?”

“He is in jail because he ran into
another guy
. There is no way he didn’t know about Damon. Heck, the whole town knows. It wasn’t like Harley was trying to hide what he was doing.”

So Spencer was speculating on why Bailey was in jail. The hard fact was that Bailey was fighting over a guy. That was all Bear needed to know. Bailey was human, so it wasn’t like… “Is Harley a shifter?”

If he was, he was in a shitload of trouble. If one of the three men was his mate, then the three-timing sack of shit was cheating.

“No, he’s human.”

Bear didn’t want to hear any more. The migraine was starting to move to the back of his fucking skull. “Let’s go bail my guy out so I can kick his ass.” Bear prayed to god that Bailey wasn’t in love with Harley. That would only make matters worse. But then again, his actions spoke volumes.

Bailey loved Harley.

Bear wanted to string Harley up by his balls for putting him through this mess. Even though he wasn’t the one being cheated on, his day had been ruined. Grabbing his mate’s hand, Bear walked into the station.

The sound of a phone ringing, people murmuring, and the smell of burnt coffee assaulted him. Bear wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.

It took two hours, bail money, and a strong warning from the cops for Bailey to stay away from Damon Myers before Bear walked out with Bailey. The man was sullen, his shoulders deeply slumped as he trailed behind Bear to the parking lot. The human was also sporting a nice shiner under his right eye.

Finally, Bear couldn’t bite his tongue any longer. “Your personal life is your own. But when it starts interfering with work, that’s when I have to step in. I think you should take a few days off to work things out, Bailey. This won’t go on your permanent record, but it seems you need some head time.” It was going to hurt them being a man short, but Bear could see how messed up the firefighter was right now.

He could see the man was already hurting, but maybe Bailey could use the few days to figure his mess out. The man was fairly intelligent with a smile that lit up the room. He could do a hell of a lot better than Harley…whoever that guy was.

“Sorry, Chief,” Bailey said as he began to walk away. “Thanks for bailing me out.”

Bear wasn’t sure what more he could say. He didn’t know how to mend a broken heart. That was something Bailey was going to have to do on his own. He had learned a long time ago that matters of the heart were best left alone when those feelings weren’t returned.

“Wait,” Spencer called out. He turned toward Bear. “You can just let him go home and wallow in pain. Look at him. He’s a shattered mess.”

“What do you want to do with him?” Bear asked. “It isn’t like he has the flu. You can’t feed him chicken soup and hope he feels better.”

“No,” Spencer said as he walked toward Bailey, “but we can give him some company, be there for him.”

Bear groaned. What did he know about mending a broken heart? Nothing. But he knew who might be able to help the poor SOB out. “Come on, let’s go for a ride.”

Spencer smiled affectionately at Bear, making his insides tighten. It was a simple smile, but no one had ever looked at him so lovingly before. They weren’t in the middle of sex and Bear wasn’t doing anything special for his mate…yet. The smile made Bear feel like he could take on the world.

It also made him realize that he was falling in love with Spencer. The little impala was stealing his very heart. For the first time in forever, Bear felt himself blushing. What in the hell was that little man doing to him?

God, he was so fucked. Bear knew that anything his mate asked for, he would gladly give. Having never felt this deeply about another person in his life, Bear could only compare the feeling and emotions to nausea, excitement, eager to hear his mate’s voice, feel his touch, and wondering through all that if he was losing his mind.

He was a mixed-up basket case. Only his mate would never know because Bear was doing his best to keep his cool and center his control. It was all so new to him, making Bear want to walk up to the building and crack his head against the brick wall as he shouted that he was in love with the sweetest man in the world.