Kissing Reno [Brac Village 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove), Lynn Hagen [best manga ereader .txt] 📗

Mr. Cross slapped the palms of his hands on his thighs and then stood. “Well, I best be getting back to work. Have some projects I’m working on.”

The guy was embarrassed. Reno could tell. “And we need to get going. Baker needs to pack so he can move in to my place.” Reno stood and extended his hand. “Be nice if you could come over on Sundays for dinner. Nothing fancy, watch some sports while we chow down.”

“I’ll think about that,” Mr. Cross said, but Reno could see the flicker of interest in the man’s eyes. “Name’s Richard.”

Reno had broken the ice and had made a better second impression. “Reno Davis, fireman down at the firehouse.”

Now Mr. Cross looked impressed. He turned toward Baker, clapping his son on his shoulder. “Did good for yourself.”

“I think so,” Baker said as he grabbed Reno’s hand and led them from the house. “See you Sunday, Dad.”

* * * *

Baker grabbed the last box from Kenway’s truck and took it inside, glad the move was over with. His damn back was hurting. He hadn’t realized how much stuff he had in that one-bedroom apartment until he had to pack it all up.

Thankfully he had help.

“Reno promised us food,” Paine, one of Kenway’s roommates, said as he met Baker at the door and took the box. “I don’t smell anything cooking.”

“We just got finished,” Spencer, another of Kenway’s roommates, stated. “Stop being so dang greedy.”

“I’m not greedy,” Paine countered. “I just want what was promised to me.”

“I ordered some dinners from The Pit,” Reno said as he pointed where the box was to be taken. “It should be here any moment.”

“Oh,” Spencer said, his eyes lighting up. “They have the best food around!”

“You’re only saying that because you work there,” Paine complained. “It better be good.”

Baker chuckled at their banter. He liked Paine and Spencer. They were comical to be around. Spencer was flighty and Paine was…well, lazy. Kenway had to keep snapping at the cheetah shifter to get him to help. But everything was done and Baker was grateful.

“You can take your dinners to go,” Reno said as he pulled Baker into his arms.

“Why?” Paine asked. “I thought we were hanging out here for a while.”

“They want to break the place in, moron,” Kenway said. “Think.”

Baker shook his head. The food arrived not long after that, and the men waved good-bye. Reno set their bag of food on the table in the living room and then turned, wiggling his brows at Baker. “Now, what are we going to break while I fuck you senseless?”

“That’s not what Kenway was referring to,” Baker said as he backed away, a mischievous smile on his face. “We are not breaking anything.”

Baker felt his heart race when Reno’s eyes shifted to coyote. The espresso turned to a café noir coloring, dark, rich, and beautiful. “I’ll break every damn thing in this house when fucking my mate.”

The guy meant it. Baker could see that in the way he was stalking toward him. He backed up into the kitchen and realized his mistake too late. He was trapped with nowhere to run. Baker danced around the table, trying to get away from Reno, and playing his little stalker game at the same time.

It took only seconds for Reno to catch him. The man pulled Baker into his powerful arms, making Baker shiver with anticipation.

* * * *

Reno glanced down at his mate, staring into the deep pools of sapphire blue as he snaked his hand into Baker’s jeans and gripped the heated erection in his hand. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk with the pre-cum leaking over Reno’s fingers in rivulets.

Baker watched with parted lips, his breathing hitching and racing as Reno lifted his hand to his mouth, sucked his fingers in, and let the taste roll over his tongue. He groaned, licking each finger clean before he pulled at the waistband of Baker’s pants, chasing the material down his mate’s body until he could toss the fabric aside.

Reno was still mesmerized by the slight swell of muscles and lean frame. His mate was a work of art, compact, sexy. He lowered Baker to the floor, dying to taste what he had teased himself with.

Baker lay there stunningly naked now, exposed to Reno’s appreciative eyes. He drank the man in as he pushed Baker’s thighs apart. Baker didn’t hesitate. He parted his legs, showing off the sexiest thing Reno had ever seen. A male’s body was such a sculpted piece of art to Reno, so perfect, so exotic. He found himself wanting to rub his scent over Baker, to let the world know this human belonged to him.

As he gazed down at his mate, Reno disrobed and stood buck naked in the kitchen and loving how his mate was looking at Reno like he was the cat’s meow.

Joining his mate on the hardwood floor, Reno leaned forward until his stomach was touching Baker’s erection. He rubbed his body over Baker’s length, feeling the pre-cum trailing over his skin.

“What are you doing?” Baker laughed. His voice wrapped around Reno, touching him in the wickedest of places. Never before had he marked anyone with his scent. The feeling was a rush, knowing other shifters would smell Reno on his mate.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

Reno grinned as he pushed his cock over Baker, groaning when he saw the wet trail he was leaving behind. He gazed down at his mate before dipping his head and licking his own essence from Baker’s body.

His mate’s stomach quivered as he watched.

Reno made a show of what he was doing, his tongue fully extended, lapping and licking. He wanted to show Baker that nothing was taboo between them.

Once he had his mate clean, Reno brushed his body down the length of Baker until his head was even with Baker’s weeping cock.

“Marking you. Leaving my scent so everyone knows who you are