Jordan's Desires [Brac Village 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove), Lynn Hagen [sight word books .TXT] 📗

at learning that Maverick Brac was a shape shifter. The man was certainly big enough to be one of the largest wolves around, and he exuded power like a second skin.

But the mayor as the alpha of a wolf pack?

That was just a little hard for Bailey to wrap his mind around.

The power the man was able to call up with a single flick of his pinkie finger was just as damn weird. While they all sat snug inside Rio’s house, sentries—as Bailey had learned they were called—patrolled the outside.

Even more of Maverick’s pack members were over at Jordan’s house investigating not only the break in but the listening device Bailey had found. Since nothing had been found at the restaurant, that was a dead end. That didn’t leave much more to investigate.

Still, everyone seemed determined to find out just exactly who was after Jordan. No one was more determined than Bailey. He refused to consider the possibility that something could happen to Jordan after giving the man his heart, and his trust.

Bailey rubbed his forehead as he started going over everything he knew. He might not be a shifter but he was just as smart as the next guy…er… shifter. He would figure this out. Jordan’s life depended on it.

“You said that some woman was really pissed at you before you came here,” Bailey said as he stepped into the room, gaining everyone’s attention. “She was caught stealing from the company but did they charge her or just let her go?”

“She was fired and charges were filed against her. I’m not sure what really happened to her after that. Why?”

“Could she have come after you?”

“It’s possible. She was pretty damn pissed when she got caught but I’m not sure she was pissed at me exactly, more like that she got caught in the first place.”

“But she could be a possibility?”

“I suppose so.”

“Anyone mad at you since you arrived in Brac Village?”

“Besides you?”

Bailey smirked. “Yeah, besides me.”

“Not that I can think of.”

“So, we have this woman, the Vampire Hunters—especially if they know the truth about the lawyer—and vampires in general.” Bailey glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the faces of everyone. “Did I miss anyone?”

“Have you pissed anyone off?”

Bailey grinned at Jordan. “Just you.”

Chapter Nine

Bailey settled in bed. He and Jordan were sleeping in the guest bedroom at Rio’s house. He missed being home. He didn’t mind staying at Jordan’s house to take care of his mate, but nothing beat sleeping in his own bed.

Jordan slid his shirt off, his back to Bailey. He turned on his stomach and propped his head in his hands, watching as the muscles flexed and bunched on the man’s back and arms. Could the guy be any more handsome?

“You’re watching me.”

Bailey couldn’t help but grin. He loved everything about Jordan, down to his sexy toes. He loved the way Jordan smiled, laughed, argued, fucked, and smelled. The list went on and on. For someone who had refused to try at love again, he sure as shit was in love.

“I am. I’m waiting for you to remove your pants so I can see your gorgeous backside.”

Jordan began to pull his jeans down but revealed only the top half of his butt cheeks, smiling at Bailey over his shoulder. “What, this old thing?”

The tease!

He had no clue his mate had it in him to tease Bailey. He liked this side of Jordan. It was also frustrating as hell because Bailey really did want to see the man’s ass. Both mounds were sculpted to perfection, tight, firm, and he absolutely loved the twin dimples that rested just above those globes.

So sexy.

So bitable.

“If you don’t show me your ass, you won’t get mine.” Two could play at the teasing game. Of course, there was no way Bailey was going to hold out. Letting Jordan fuck him was living and breathing nirvana.

Jordan crossed the room, his jeans hanging from his hips as he reached over and ran his fingers up the crease of Bailey’s ass. “Are you sure about that?”

Bailey betrayed his threat by moaning and arching his ass into the air. Jordan gave a low and deep chuckle as his fingers continued to play with Bailey’s backside. He should tell his mate to back off until Jordan removed his jeans, but he wasn’t able to make his mouth work. The only sounds he was producing were noises that couldn’t even be categorized as words. Jordan had long, thick fingers and the man knew how to use them. The tips kept getting extremely close to Bailey’s quivering hole, but then backed away at the last second.

Jordan was out to kill him!

“I think my mate wants me to fuck him right here.” One lone finger slipped in to the first knuckle. Bailey whimpered, his head nodding in short bursts. Teasing was overrated. Bailey wanted some action.

Pushing to all fours, Bailey leaned forward and bit Jordan’s stomach, the patch of skin right over the fabric of his jeans.

“You going to suck me off, honey?”

The hopefulness in Jordan’s voice was Bailey’s undoing. How could he deny his mate when he sounded so sensual, so needy? Thick fingers continued to play at his ass while Bailey released Jordan’s heavy shaft.

The pre-cum was already oozing from the tiny slit.

They were guests in Rio’s home and Bailey had to remember not to scream until the walls caved in. That was going to be hard. He loved when Jordan laid it down heavy and hard on him. Bailey especially loved the way Jordan curled his hips and rode him hard.

Bailey licked until the head of Jordan’s cock was glistening before sucking it into his mouth. Hearing the sultry groans that spilled from Jordan’s mouth caused Bailey’s own cock to ache and leak.

Using his tongue, Bailey laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Jordan’s desires. His mate’s fingers dove deeper into Bailey’s ass as he groaned at what Bailey was doing.

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