There was too much to deal with—the fact that he was on the lam for murder, Pyke being a bear, Pyke’s ex-boyfriend coming around, and Dublin finding Nester.
Pyke was a complete stranger to him, a mystery that was honest to an uncomfortable point, yet Nester felt the guy had many hidden layers.
Despite all that, what was on the forefront of his mind?
Sex. Down-and-dirty sex. Nester wasn’t unaffected by Pyke’s closeness, his deep, masculine smell, the muscles that flexed when he picked him up from the chair, or the way Pyke looked at him as if he were the only man on earth the guy wanted.
It was a known fact that sex was a stress reducer. That was Nester’s excuse, and he was sticking to it.
And Nester had been dying to run his fingers through Pyke’s beard.
“I’d rather show you what I want to do with you.” Pyke walked to his bedroom and deposited Nester onto the king-sized bed. “Unless you’d rather me stop.” He held up his large hands, palms out. “Tell me now if you want me to back off.”
Pyke pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Nester damn near drooled at the sight. “Back…uh… Back off what?”
Pyke’s grin stole Nester’s breath. His heart pounded, almost out of control, as his cock lengthened. The wordplay excited him, thrilled him, actually. Nester was so nervous that his stomach did backflips. He also actively avoided thinking about the consequences of what they were about to do.
Nester couldn’t rip his eyes away when Pyke undressed, revealing his dark tan—or was that the natural color of his skin?—and well-toned body. “What’s your nationality? You don’t have to answer. I’m just curious.”
“Greek.”
Pyke tossed his boxer briefs aside, and Nester’s gaze zeroed in on his enormous cock. Lord help me. Had he gotten in over his head?
“But I don’t speak the language or uphold the traditions. Something my mother was disappointed in.”
The bothered look on Pyke’s face made Nester want to change the subject. He knew about disappointing a parent. Norma Jean reminded him too many times that he hadn’t become a doctor or lawyer. Her son had been a cashier, something she had been ashamed of.
Oh god. He needed to get his mother off his mind while he was staring at a gorgeous naked man. Thoughts of her would kill his libido.
Thank goodness Pyke solved that problem by crawling onto the bed next to him, making the mattress dip with his weight.
Nester didn’t say a word as Pyke helped him remove his clothes. All that was left was Nester’s underwear, and he wasn’t sure why he hesitated to take them off.
“There’s still time to change your mind.”
Pyke’s voice was deep and husky, only adding to the temptation Nester was fighting against. He should tell Pyke that this wasn’t going to happen, that it might be a mistake, but fuck if Nester could get his mouth to form those words.
He had a sexy, naked man lying behind him. He didn’t think anyone in the world had that much self-control. He sure as hell didn’t.
While telling himself not to do it, Nester scooted back a little, trying to get closer to Pyke’s nakedness. The only thing between them was Nester’s underwear. It would be so easy to take them off and offer himself to Pyke.
What if they just had sex? What if Nester kept things simple between them, kept his heart out of the equation? They could be friends with benefits, but there was just one problem with that idea.
Pyke had said they were mates, and keeping things casual wasn’t going to work. Nester still wasn’t sure he was ready to become Pyke’s. They both had baggage they needed to deal with. Nester needed to get his phone back, if only to keep himself alive. Right now he felt safe with Pyke, but that could change in an instant.
He should tell the guy about Dublin, yet the fear returned when he thought about Pyke getting hurt or killed. One could argue that Scott had deserved his fate, but Pyke was innocent, had done nothing but help Nester, and Nester wasn’t going to repay that kindness by having a stone cold killer gunning for Pyke.
His resistance faltered when Pyke yanked him back and their bodies aligned. His butt was nestled in the curve of Pyke’s groin, and oh god, it felt so good to have a hard cock pressed firmly against the crease of his ass.
Being the dork that he was, Nester pretended to “get more comfortable” so he could wiggle against Pyke’s hardness.
Pyke’s hand tightened on him and glided from Nester’s hip to his stomach, where it rested just above the waistband of Nester’s boxers.
“All I’ve thought about since meeting you was claiming you. My bear has been going nuts to get to you.” Pyke’s hand slid up Nester’s chest. He plucked one of Nester’s nipples, making him hiss. “Tell me this is what you want, Nester. Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this way.”
“You’re not.”
All the reasons Nester had kept Pyke at bay vanished. He couldn’t think with Pyke damn near curled around him. He wasn’t made of stone, and his cock throbbed for release.
Praying he wasn’t making a big mistake, Nester slid his underwear off and tossed them over the side of the bed, baring his naked ass to Pyke.
Pyke turned him and pressed Nester’s back to the mattress. They looked at each other before Pyke’s lips caressed his. This was what Nester had been craving. He moaned as he parted his lips, sucking Pyke’s tongue into his mouth.
They kissed and touched and explored each other with their hands as Nester’s body grew tighter. He wanted Pyke to fuck him so badly that he nearly begged for it.
“We can fool around without me claiming you,” Pyke said as his lips ghosted over Nester’s jaw. “I know you’re not ready for that.” Pyke pulled away and settled on his back. “Turn around and get on top.”
It took a second for Nester to understand what Pyke wanted. He slid his hand over Pyke’s rigid stomach and kissed along his chest. If all they were going to do was suck each other’s cocks, Nester wanted to draw this out. He wanted to map Pyke’s body, get to know each dip and cut line. Nester didn’t want to rush into the sixty-nine position and have this end so quickly.
And it would because his cock was so hard, throbbing so heavily, that one touch from Pyke’s tongue would send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm.
Unfortunately, Nester wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer. His body was on fire with need. Every spot Pyke touched, every lick he gave drove Nester’s senses crazy.
Pyke grabbed Nester and flipped him, making Nester laugh. “As much as I’m enjoying your tongue on my chest, I want to feel it on my dick.”
“That needy?” Nester teased. Who was he kidding? He was just as needy.
“Damn right.”
Nester moaned and hugged Pyke’s hairy leg when Pyke took Nester into his mouth. He lashed his tongue over Nester’s erection, sucking his length deep into his mouth before pulling back. Nester’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his fingers curled into the blanket. His hips jerked, and he felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven. Never in his life had he experienced anything so wondrous, so mind numbing, or so toe curling.
Nester began to pant and jerk, and goddamn, the man’s tongue was pure magic. The abrasion from his beard only added to the pleasure. Nester had never been with anyone who had facial hair, and he was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling.