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Reese was chatting with Nick when Morgan walked in.
Wearing a leather jacket and his long red hair tied back in a ponytail, Morgan looked like he’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Or so Reese assumed, having never actually read any. But if Reese were a photographer, he would want to immortalize those high cheekbones and narrow green eyes.
Morgan pressed some cash into Reese’s hand. “Here’s my share for lunch the other day, thanks for covering me.” His hand lingered just briefly, short enough for plausible deniability but long enough to be deliberate. “I’m going out, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Nick chuckled. “I can’t decide if that’s confident or cocky.”
“Nah,” Reese said. “Just means he has low standards.”
Morgan’s lips twitched as he flipped Reese off and left.
Reese stuffed the cash into his pocket, noticing there was some change tucked between the bills. That was odd, Morgan never paid him back with exact change. His heartbeat kicked up a notch, realizing Morgan wanted to meet up tonight. He’d have to come up with an excuse to get out. “You got any plans tonight?” he asked Nick.
“Vanessa will be back later today, so we’ll be staying in,” Nick said. “And Noah and Davis are on their trip, so you’ll be alone in the house.” That was likely Morgan’s plan. With Noah and Davis off training with Karl and Nick sufficiently distracted, no one would notice if Reese came back smelling like Morgan.
“In that case, I think I’ll head out, too.”
“Finally ending your celibacy?” Nick grinned.
Way ahead of you. But Reese didn’t say that. “Nah, I’ll just catch a movie.”
Nick shook his head. “Aren’t most people embarrassed to go to the movies by themselves?”
Reese flipped Nick off.
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Back in his room, Reese took out the cash and inspected the bills. No writing on any of them. He frowned. Normally Morgan would have passed him a message letting him know what to expect.
Reese’s eyes slid to the change.
After counting it, Reese was more confused. Sixty-eight cents? Staring at it, realization hit and he dug in his pocket again, finding the penny that had fallen. Aha. He grinned.
Reese and Morgan had been dating for a few months, but they hadn’t told the rest of the Pack yet. At first they’d come up with justifications for it. It was too soon, what if it didn’t work out, that sort of thing. At some point they had to admit it was just exciting to sneak around.
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Not much sneaking was required this time.
Reese drove to the hotel where they always met up. It wasn’t the fanciest, but it wasn’t your standard chain location either. The best perk was the soundproof walls. Not so much so others wouldn’t hear them, but so they didn’t have to hear others with their werewolf hearing.
Morgan met Reese in the lobby, excitement already gleaming in his eyes. Reese nearly jumped him in the elevator, but held on until they were in the room before pushing Morgan against the door to kiss him. Morgan smiled against his lips, leaning down so Reese didn’t have to stand on tip-toes.
They kept kissing, lips and tongues moving together and clothes being shed as they somehow made it over to the bed without falling over. Morgan lay down on the bed, pulling Reese on top of him. Morgan nibbled Reese’s lips, then moved to his jaw, lips brushing the stubble there.
Unlike Morgan’s striking features, Reese had more of a surfer look with his wavy blond hair and the tan that came from mowing the Sorrentinos’ ridiculously huge lawn—which he still maintained would be better off used for grazing sheep than just looking pretty—but he thought the contrast made them a good pair. Opposites attract and all that.
“Are you ready?” Morgan breathed against Reese’s cheek.
In answer, Reese moved a hand down to grip Morgan’s dick, already hard and wanting. Morgan sighed as Reese gave him a few gentle pumps, the most sound he would make until he was turned on enough that he forgot himself and let loose.
Morgan stopped Reese’s hand with his own and sat up so he could move back onto the bed properly, his feet just barely dangling off the edge.
Reese got into position, straddling Morgan’s head. Morgan palmed Reese’s arse before mouthing at the side of his dick, pulling a pleased exhale from Reese. He bent forward, intending to return the favor, then stopped short. Literally.
“Uh,” Reese started. “This might be a problem.” Normally he liked how much taller Morgan was, but there were a few positions where the height difference hindered more than helped. Like this one.
Morgan wasn’t helping either, with the way he was cracking up under Reese. “What’s the matter? Not tall enough to ride?”
Reese rolled his eyes and moved off Morgan, tapping his hip. “Here, roll over.”
With the two of them on their sides, Morgan could bend so Reese could reach him. One hand on Morgan’s side, rubbing along his hip and thigh, Reese leaned in so he could wrap his lips around Morgan’s dick.
Morgan hummed appreciatively before returning the favor. It took them a bit of time, but eventually they found a rhythm, Morgan matching Reese’s enthusiasm with each lick or bob of the head. Reese knew Morgan was close when he groaned around Reese’s dick, the vibrations sending heat right through him.
It didn’t take long after that for Reese to come, his eyes squeezing shut and his movements on Morgan halting while his orgasm rolled through him. When he was aware again he heard Morgan murmuring, “So good, babe,” and he nearly came all over again.
Without Reese’s dick muffling Morgan, he let out a litany of gasps and moans, which only spurred Reese on. He hardly even noticed the taste when Morgan came, too enthralled in the way he gripped Reese’s skin and called out his name.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, before a beep caught Reese’s attention. “Was that your phone or mine?”
“Yours, I think,” Morgan answered. His hair was splayed out around him as he stretched and waved lazily at the floor where Reese’s jeans had ended up. Reese stopped to admire the curve of his body over the bedspread, grinning when Morgan caught him staring and ducked his head. He’d built up confidence over his years with the Pack, but he was still shy in moments like these.
Reese was about to suggest round two when his phone beeped incessantly again. He groaned as he got up so he could dig through the pockets, cursing whoever dared to interrupt. Glaring at the screen, he saw a text from Nick.
Need you to pick up a few things on your way home, followed by a list of groceries. At the end of that, another line: Also, tell Morgan I said hi.