Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(18)

His voice wasn't pleading but his eyes were. Tony wasn't used to having the upper hand. Now that he did, he wasn't inclined to give it up.

"Why did you follow me out here?"

The big cat rubbed the back of his beefy neck. "I drank too much and I couldn't not." He sighed out a curse. "You're too f*cking hot in that tuxedo."

His words thrilled and hardened Tony, which angered him quite a lot for about three seconds. "You're not too shabby yourself," he grudged.

Chris's lips curved faintly. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "More than you probably believe."

Tony grunted a sound the fireman could take as forgiveness if he wanted.

"Truce?" Chris asked.

"I'd agree if I knew what you meant by that." Suddenly, he couldn't look at the man anymore. He turned back toward the river, hoping--stupidly--that he didn't seem too rude. He guessed he didn't. Chris came to lean on the wall with him. His thickly muscled arm brushed Tony's.

"I want to make this up to you," he said.

Tony's blood already sang from the light contact. At this, his hard-on lurched vertical. "Given your 'situation,' I don't see how you can."


Chris was silent for a few heartbeats. "Maybe--"

Tony cut him off. "Don't start with me like that. I like you. You and I have good chemistry. If I'm going to screw around--which I don't rule out--I'll choose a Maybe I don't mind getting kicked to the curb by if he decides I'm too risky."

Chris wrapped his hand around Tony's and squeezed tightly. "Have you?" he asked in a low voice.

Tony was trying to get his head around the fact that Chris was holding his hand. "Have I what?"

"Screwed around."

"Jesus," he said. "It's barely been a month since you and I had sex."

"So you haven't." Chris's statement was smug.

"That's not your business," Tony retorted.

Chris's thumb rubbed the side of Tony's hand. It was a little gesture, but tingles immediately shot up his arm, through his body, and into his throbbing dick. The downward surge of blood was so dramatic Tony went lightheaded.

Wanting this man so badly was dangerous.

"Christ," he breathed. The fireman knew why. His chest started going in and out as fast as Tony's was.

"Come with me," he said, tugging him away from the river view.

Tony guessed where he was headed. A gingerbready gardener's shed sat slightly off the path not too far from them.

"It'll be locked," Tony warned even as Chris pulled him into a run.

Chris grinned, yanking the cheap padlock so that it snapped.

Tony did love a bad boy. His heart knocked his sternum as Chris pushed him inside and backed him into the dark shed's wall. He smelled mulch and damp concrete, the scents mingling weirdly well with Chris's grassy savannah aroma. Tony was a big guy, but Chris seemed huge in the confined space--hot and male and totally powerful. Being crowded by his taller body chased delighted shivers down Tony's spine. Probably Chris noticed. His hands gripped him at the waist.

"You are something," he murmured, taking Tony's mouth in a blistering kiss.

Tony could only moan. Well, he also grabbed Chris and kissed him back. The days it had been since he'd kissed this man multiplied. Knowing what he'd been missing made going without it worse. Now Tony needed kissing like he needed oxygen.

"Get this off," he urged, wrenching Chris's tuxedo jacket down his arms.

Chris removed it while energetically Frenching him.

God, that was good--his taste, his aggressive tongue, the hardness of his chest as they pushed against each other. Chris's long leg edged between Tony's. Tony resisted for the heady pleasure of feeling Chris force his thighs apart. The tiger was really strong, his palms clamping Tony's buttocks. His cock was steely as he rolled it beside Tony's.

Tony sucked in air at the rush of hot sensation along his dick. Even with both their clothes on, he could have come.

Panting, Chris tore free of the kiss. One hand shifted forward to Tony's bulge, his cock continuing to rub next to it. "I want to make up for hurting you."

Tony gasped louder. Chris's powerful fingers had just squeezed him.

He didn't know what to say. You don't have to? Hurry up if you're going to?

Chris didn't need a response. He grabbed a folding chair from the jumble of equipment in the shed.

"What's that for?" Tony asked as he opened and placed it in front of him.

Chris sat, brushed his tousled bangs back, and looked up Tony's chest. His big hands settled on Tony's hips, thumbs stretched to stroke the arch of his erection. Tony ordered his wolf to shut up about who was above whom. Chris wanted to do this. A good submissive shouldn't refuse. Illumination from the running path's lampposts filtered through the small window. Chris wasn't smiling, but he was still gorgeous. A pair of red suspenders broke his white shirt into sections, making his chest seem even broader.

"Anyone ever suck you?" the fireman asked.

Tony's cock jolted. "Not a man."

He guessed this was the answer Chris expected--and maybe had hoped for. The tiger wet his lips, and Tony's penis pulsed harder. Chris unfastened Tony's trousers, his fingers careful but titillating as they lowered his strained zipper. Just as carefully, he freed Tony's throbbing length from his underwear and shirttails. Being touched by him felt amazing. Tony's breath sawed like a bellows; he was that excited.