Starr, Ellen - Wolf's Passion [The Joined] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Free

voice purred in Wolf’s ear.
    “You going to teach me, old man?” Wolf gasped. Rafe slid out slow, waiting a few seconds before he shoved hard into Wolf’s body.
    “Yeah, when we get home.” Rafe broke off with a groan as Wolf bucked against him. Wolf got the reaction he wanted. Rafe dug his fingers into Wolf’s hips as he moved faster. “You need a switch on this ass.”
    “Promises,” Wolf gasped. “Oh gods, that’s good, Rafe.”
    “You’re...incorrigible.” Rafe’s chuckle turned into a deep moan.
    “Uhm, yeah, sorry about that.” Wolf reached back with one hand, caressing Rafe’s hip. Rafe slid his hand over Wolf’s dick in time with his thrusts. Wolf let the exquisite tension flow through him, rocking back against his lover with a groan.
    Rafe kissed his shoulder, grinding into Wolf, tightening his grip on Wolf’s dick at last. “Oh shit, please, I need to come,” Wolf begged in a breathless voice. Rafe moved harder, as if he wanted to climb into Wolf’s body with him. Wolf’s balls drew up. His dick throbbed once then again as his thick, white semen erupted into the evening air. Wolf came with a hoarse cry seconds before Rafe groaned with his own orgasm.
    Rafe held him, rubbing Wolf’s belly as he rode out the aftershocks of their fucking. When Rafe disengaged, Wolf couldn’t speak for a while. At last, they pulled themselves together in companionable silence, getting back in the truck for the drive home.

    * * * *

    Rafe enjoyed being close to Wolf. He’d never had a man before meeting Wolf at a truck stop outside El Paso. Rafe figured the skinny half-starved kid hanging around the trucks for early twenties. When the kid walked over and offered to “do” him for a ride to the next city, Rafe’s insides knotted up. Rafe wasn’t sure whether it was the gleam of defiance in the kid’s eyes or the stubborn set of his shoulders, but something about him told Rafe the kid was special. “You got a name, kid?”
    “My friends call me Wolf.” The kid lifted his chin in a way that dared Rafe to comment.
    Rafe raised an eyebrow and tossed the kid his keys. “The black rig, I’ll be right out.” Wolf’s expression was priceless. He guessed no one had ever trusted the kid before. When he came back out of the truck stop with a bag of groceries, he found Wolf asleep in his bunk.
    That night at a nearly deserted rest stop, he discovered the kid had turned twenty-one that day. The next thing he found out about his new friend was he actually wanted Wolf to fuck him. Surprised since he had never been attracted to men, Rafe let this oddly compelling kid take charge.
    They crawled into the bunk in his truck where Wolf fucked him into exhaustion. The kid turned out to be the best lover he’d ever been with, filling some long dormant need. With Wolf lying against him, spent, snoring softly, Rafe felt like he’d finally found what he had looked for all his life.
    “So you want to stop at the store and get some beer before we head home?” Wolf asked, snapping Rafe out of his thoughts. Rafe pulled out onto the highway again.
    Rafe smiled. “We have exactly three dollars and nineteen cents, not including the money from selling the cattle. Besides, it’s Dolores’s night to work the store.”
    “Shit. Right, home then.” Wolf relaxed into the comfortable quiet, listening to the sound of the tires on the asphalt. He did not want to deal with the kind of shit Dolores would hand out if they stopped in when she was behind the counter. Soon though we won’t have to worry about her. We’ll be out of her reach . We can make a new start .
    He had almost dozed off when Rafe’s shocked “what the hell?” startled him fully awake. Wolf sat up straighter. “What?”
    “There, in the brush.” Rafe pointed.
    Wolf stared in disbelief at the woman running toward the highway from the desert. She appeared to be shouting something as she waved her arms over her head. Another movement caught his eye. He blinked