Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(58)

Chris drove in and Tony rolled the door down again. For a moment, until Tony found the switch, the business was completely dark. Once the lights were on, their buzzing illumination revealed a washing tunnel and conveyor, both so grimy Chris had to wonder how cars got clean. The giant soaping brushes were black and red--vampire appropriate colors, he supposed.

The booth where drivers paid the attendant was empty. Tony poked his head in, then got back in the car, grinning.

Distracted by their surroundings, Chris craned to look at the flickering lights. "Why do those bulbs look strange?"

"They're EBUs," Tony said. "Everything But Ultraviolent. They don't singe vampires when they're indoors. According to the info we dug up, this place was mainly a cover for money laundering. I'm not sure the equipment works."

"I'm sure the equipment works," Chris quipped.

Tony glanced at his suspiciously bulging crotch. "This is okay then? I know it isn't romantic."

Chris's smile broadened. "You're all the romance I need, Lupone."

"Bullshitter," Tony said.

Chris kissed him like they'd both been wanting.

Tony let out a moan as their tongues slid together and their cheeks applied suction. Possibly too eager to get this going, Chris opened Tony's jeans and slid one hand inside. He was indeed wearing Speedos. His cock stretched them to capacity--no surprise, considering how hard and thick he was. Chris ran his fingers down the underside of his shaft, savoring its melting smoothness and its high-pressure veins. He bent his thumb over Tony's slit and discovered pre-cum beading. That was an invitation he wouldn't dream of declining. The silky wetness simply had to be rubbed around.

Still kissing him, Tony squirmed as his glans was circled, then closed his hand over Chris's trouser bulge. He gripped Chris's package tight, the firm massage sending intense sensations zooming through Chris's nerves.

"Fuck," he breathed, suddenly wanting more than a mutual hand-job. "Maybe we could put the seats down and move this into the back."

Tony had switched to sucking Chris's neck. His canine teeth were down, giving the love bite an extra charge. He pulled back reluctantly, his green eyes glowing like Christmas lights. "How fast can you convert the seats?"

"Very fast," Chris promised.


Tony let go of him.

They were shifters. They could strip off full riot gear in under ten seconds. Chris had the back seats flat in three. Because the carwash's floor was covered in who-knew-what, Tony tossed his clothes into the makeshift bed ahead of him. Gloriously naked and arousingly erect, he made a hurry-up gesture.

"Time's a-wasting," he said to Chris, flashing sharp teeth at him.

"I need to stare a sec," he explained, "out of respect for your hotness."

Despite the words, he undressed nearly as swiftly.

"Not on the floor," Tony reminded, extending his hands to take Chris's clothes.

Stripped to his skin and too wound up to be self-conscious, Chris swung into the SUV. The car was no compact, but even seated on his heels, the roof was close to his head. Tony was hardly smaller. Going at it the way Chris craved would be interesting.

"Yummy," Tony said, running his hands over Chris's chest and shoulders. He squeezed Chris's biceps as if testing how strong they were. "I'm glad you wanted to be naked too."

"I always want to be naked when you're around."

Tony laughed. "You say the nicest things."

"I don't want to be nice," he warned, a growl sneaking into it.

"Really?" Tony said archly. "I guess you'll be needing this."

Not a bit afraid, he grabbed his discarded jeans, digging out a single-size applicator of what Chris assumed was lubricant.

"Okay, sometimes you're so prepared it's scary."

"I always want to be prepared for you." Tony's breathlessness sent a different message than his sassy tone. "I should warn you there's only one. You'll have to make it count."

Chris narrowed his eyes, fully intending to. "What if I want to f*ck you hard? What if I want to push you around a bit?"

Tony's pupils expanded. "I'd say bring it on, tiger."

Tony had a way of being hot and funny at the same time.

"You'll want to be on your front," Chris said.

"Will I?" Tony asked without moving.

Grappling in a small space with a not-small guy like Tony was no cakewalk. Add to that the wolf resisting Chris's attempt to flip him over, and there was some cursing and bonked elbows before he accomplished it. By the time he planted his knee conqueror-style in the small of Tony's back, Chris's blood was extremely up.

This, of course, was what Tony intended.

"You're so mean," the wolf said in falsetto. "I don't want that big cock of yours ravishing me!"

God, it was weird that Chris found this arousing. His cock was hard enough to pound nails, so hot it should have been glowing. Tony squirmed, his ass going up and down. Chris pushed his shin between its cheeks.

"Be still," he commanded.

The growl the order came out on was genuine. Tony shivered, then filled his lungs with air. Chris just knew he was planning to make another joke. Rather than let him, he dropped a stinging smack onto Tony's right buttock. Tony sucked in a breath of shock, but Chris had no pity. Tony had once smacked him playfully. Ever since Chris had fantasized about returning the favor with interest. He rubbed the hot spot--caressed it, really--and brought his palm down again.