He turned with a smile. Seth stood with his back against the closed door, looking sultry and mysterious.
Lindsey giggled and then slapped a hand over his mouth. “I don’t believe I just made that sound.”
Seth walked toward him slowly. “Really? I kind of liked it.”
Lindsey stuck his hip out and propped a hand on it. “I thought you didn’t like any of my effeminate characteristics, Lieutenant.”
Seth stopped and frowned. Damn, he should have kept his mouth shut. Seth shook his head. “I don’t, in theory. Or rather, I don’t usually like queens. But damn, just about the time I think I’m going to see you in a ball gown next, you turn around and out-alpha the alphas. You confuse me.” He reached down and cupped the very prominent bulge in his jeans. “But I must like being confused because man, you turn me the fuck on.”
Lindsey felt breathless. “Usually, men who like my queenly side hate my aggressive streak, and the ones who like the athlete hate the queen.”
“I’m not usual, baby. And I don’t want to see any of those usual guys hanging around you anymore.”
“You don’t?” he squeaked. Yes, squeaked!
Seth cleared the distance between them in two steps. He grabbed Lindsey and pulled him in close, staring into his eyes. Oh wow, the feeling of their cocks rubbing together through all that denim made conflagration a possibility. “You like that?” Seth was the one growling this time.
Lindsey nodded. It was tough keeping his eyes open when his whole brain wanted to go live in his cock.
Seth grabbed Lindsey’s ass and tightened the connection further. He nuzzled Lindsey’s ear. “I hear you like to top?”
“Y-yes.”
“I enjoy a good poke in the ass, but I like being the poker sometimes. What about you?”
What about him? Hell, his brain was willing, but would the wolf take exception? “I don’t know.”
Seth pulled back and stared at him. “You’ve never bottomed?”
“Not since I was a boy.” A pup, more to the point.
“Okay, I’ll bottom. I don’t care as long as I get to fuck you soon. I officially dreamed about this on my entire shift and kept having to hide my boner behind my desk.”
“I love being the boner, darling.” Lindsey fluttered his lashes.
Seth started to walk toward the bed.
“Wait.”
Seth stopped and looked over his shoulder.
“I’ll bottom if I can be on top.” Lindsey snorted. “You know what I mean.” Then the wolf might not feel trapped.
Seth grinned. “Sure. You just want another polo pony, right?”
“Right.” That idea clearly made his cock ready for a chukker.
Seth pulled off his brown leather jacket, which was not quite as amazing as the black one, but still very studly. He tossed it at the chair as he walked toward the bed. His powerful back muscles stretched the cotton of his long-sleeved T-shirt. With a grab, he pulled the T-shirt from his pants and up over his head in one move.
Oh my God. His first view of Seth’s upper body. Lindsey swallowed. “Your skin certainly does a lovely job, darling.”
Seth peered over his shoulder with a grin. “How’s that?”
“Covering all those muscles.”
Seth turned and ran a hand through the light smattering of fair hair covering his beautiful pecs. Oh sigh. “You approve?”
“I’d give the whole thing an A-plus.”
Seth sat on the edge of the big bed, his dark jeans making a pretty contrast against the white sheets. It took a couple of tugs, but he got his boots off and tossed them over by the chair; then he stood. Look at those eyes. Pure mischief. He slowly unfastened his belt, undid the button, and inch by devilish inch lowered the zipper.
Lindsey had seen the goods, but it had been dark and the lingering very brief. He stepped back to one of his upholstered easy chairs and leaned against it, crossing his legs.
Seth grinned. “Settling in for the show?”
“Oh my, yes.”
“Okay, but when I’m done, I want a far more elaborate performance.”
“Glad to oblige.”
Seth yanked the last couple of inches of zipper, twisted his hips, and out flew his fully erect cock, slapping him on the belly.
Lindsey nodded in appreciation. “Commando?”
“Yep.”
“How efficient of you.”
“Always.”
Seth pulled down his jeans without much finesse, kicked them to the chair, turned, and gave Lindsey a waggle of his butt as he walked to the head of the bed and crawled onto the pillow. With a sigh, he settled in like Jabba the Hutt, leaned against the plush headboard, and waved a hand. “Ready for my show now.” His curls stood out on either side of his head in a riot of multishades of shiny brown.
Lindsey stood up. “Your hair makes you look like an angel. A kind of mean, very erotic angel, but still heavenly.”
Seth shook his head. “You’re the angel. That golden hair had to come from someplace otherworldly.”
“You sure it didn’t come from Clairol, darling?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. That stuff is real.”
Lindsey flipped it over his shoulder. “As chance would have it, you’re right.”
“So shall I hum to get you in the dancing mood?” Seth’s fingers played idly with the big cock lying against his abdomen.
Lindsey laughed and walked over to the end table beside his couch, grabbed the remote, and pushed Play. Piano music filled the room. “Hmm, the Chopin Piano Concerto for striptease? Maybe not.” He clicked again to Cher lamenting gypsies, tramps and thieves. “Now my orientation is showing.” Another click and La Babs crooned her heart out. Perfect.
He strolled to the center of the room, grabbed his silk neck scarf, and slowly pulled it from around his neck. He fluttered it a couple of times, then gripped it in his teeth as he shrugged out of the green leather jacket and tossed it on top of Seth’s clothes. He’d worn a black form-fitting sweater underneath, which he gripped at the hem, and, as he ground his hips, he pulled it one tantalizing centimeter at a time up his body. For a moment the sweater covered his eyes, but when he peeked out below, Seth stared at him with a glassy gaze and parted lips. He threw the sweater on the pile and, still biting the scarf, ran its ends over his shoulders and pecs.
Seth’s stroking got serious. “Man, you are beautiful. Graceful and slim with all these cool muscles teasing under the surface.”
Lindsey drew his brows together. “Too far below the surface, if you ask me.”
“Nah. Just right.”
Lindsey rested his hands on his waistband and did a big hip roll. As he bumped forward, he unbuttoned the fly and slid the zipper of his black jeans just far enough to let the fat head of his penis peep over. “Peekaboo.”
Seth shook his head. “You are one mass of sexy contradictions.”
As Lindsey lowered the zipper farther over his briefs, Seth pumped harder. Lindsey shook a finger. “Uh-uh, don’t start without me.”
Seth tightened his grip but stopped pumping.
With the zipper down, Lindsey hooked his thumbs in the top of the pants and pulled them over his hips. No sliding—they were too tight. Still holding the scarf between his teeth like a rose, he slid the pants to his ankles, stepped out of his Gucci loafers, and then out of the pants.