“Where are we going?” Keeley finally asked when the curiosity got to be too much for him.
“My house,” Reece replied without even taking his eyes off the road.
Great! He was going home with a straight man that kissed better than anyone he had ever met. Could his life get any more complicated? As the strong, manly scent of the man next to him reached Keeley, making his cock sit up and beg for attention, he sighed deeply. Guess so!
“Is something wrong, Keeley?” Reece asked as he turned to look over at him.
Keeley smirked. “Well, let’s see. I’ve been attacked, not once but twice, bitten by some weirdo, forced to drink his blood, kissed by a straight man, and now I’m being kidnapped and taken to god knows where against my will by said straight guy. What could possibly be wrong?”
“You sure have a mouth on you,” Reece said. “I sure hope you know what else to do with it besides flap your lips.”
“Why would you care? You don’t do guys, remember?”
“I think that’s about to change,” Reece replied ruefully.
“Why?” Keeley asked. “‘Cause I’m so damn cute?”
Reece shook his head. “You are that, Keeley, but no, that’s not it.”
“Then what is? You suddenly decide to switch sides and see what a gay man feels like? Did curiosity get the better of you? Or are you just hoping to get some kicks trying something new and kinky?” Keeley drawled sarcastically.
“Keeley—” Reece started to say, hoping to calm him down. He could feel the agitation and resentment coming off of Keeley in waves.
“Why me? Couldn’t you find some other poor sucker to kidnap? Because I have to tell you, as sexy as you may be, I’m not into straight guys,” Keeley stated, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared across the truck cab at Reece.
“Damn it, Keeley, this isn’t about sex!”
“Oh, really? Then why the kiss?”
Reece rolled his eyes. “Okay, it is about sex, but not just sex. There’s more to it than that.”
“Well? I’m waiting,” Keeley said after Reece was silent for several moments.
Keeley yelped a moment later when Reece suddenly swerved the truck and pulled off to a side road, slamming on the brakes, and put the truck in park. Keeley’s eyes widened in fright and he pressed back against the door when Reece unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted across the bench seat, reaching for him. Oh shit!
“Reece!” Keeley cried out when Reece ripped his seatbelt in two and yanked him across the seat. He pushed his hands against Reece’s chest, trying to lean away from him, but Reece was having none of it. He wrapped one arm around Keeley’s waist, the other around his neck, his hand clenching in Keeley’s hair.
When he pulled his head back, Keeley could see the long canine teeth in Reece’s mouth as he pulled his lips back and growled down at him. “Enough! Not another sound out of you. Understood?”
Keeley quickly nodded his head, wondering what he had just unleashed. He should have kept his big mouth shut. It was always getting him into trouble. He just couldn’t seem to keep it shut.
He stared up at Reece, wondering if he was about to die, when Reece leaned down and started sniffing at his neck, his long tongue coming out to lick at the skin he had bitten in the bathroom back at the bar.
Keeley couldn’t stop the shudder that went through his body, nor the further hardening of his cock in response to the man holding him. He let his head drop back to the seat as Reece continued to lick and nibble at his throat, moving slowly down to his chest.
Lifting his head when he heard a small tearing sound, Keeley realized that Reece had just used a very sharp, very long claw to split his sweatshirt right down the middle. He was about to protest when Reece’s lips latched onto his nipple.
Keeley stifled his groan, remembering that Reece didn’t want to hear a single sound out of him. Part of him was terrified of the violence he could feel in Reece. The other part glorified in the strength apparent in Reece’s massive body.
He knew, logically, that he should be scared out of his mind right now. He knew without a doubt that Reece could kill him without breaking a sweat. Maybe that was why he was so turned on by the strength of Reece’s body, but also the gentleness of his touch.
Illogically, Keeley never wanted it to end. Everywhere that Reece touched him, burning desire followed. Keeley felt like he was going up in flames. And Reece’s hands were touching him everywhere.
By the time Reece reached the buttons of his baggy jeans, Keeley was breathing rapidly. He was ready to rip his jeans off himself. Luckily, Reece took care of that for him. Keeley heard another tear, then felt cold air pass over his body.
As the warmth of Reece’s body lifted off of him, Keeley realized that he was totally naked. He was a little self-conscious until he heard the deep growl above him and looked up. Reece was staring down at him like a man possessed. There was even a faint glow to his eyes.
Keeley felt as if time had stopped as Reece stared down at him, not moving. He slowly reached up and cupped his hand to the side of Reece’s face. He let his fingers move over him, his strong cheekbones, aquiline nose, his soft, luscious lips.
Just as suddenly as time stopped, it kicked back in again as Reece growled, reaching for him. He was all over Keeley, kissing him, biting him, touching him. Keeley became mindless with pleasure. He wasn’t sure there was an inch of his body Reece hadn’t touched in some way.