tired.”
“Maybe you should be more relaxed when you go to visit the doctor.” Hank nipped his shoulder. A wave of hunger slammed into him at the thought of relaxing with Hank.
All other thoughts were drowned out by his need for the man. Nothing else mattered. He would face what next week brought when next week came around. Until then, he determined to enjoy every second he had with him.
Warm water slid over his face as he knelt in front of the other man’s swollen cock. “You have the best ideas.”
Hank pulled on Thom’s hair as he took the trucker’s dick deep into his throat. The sting of his scalp made his head light with desire. One week. He promised himself this week. Then he’d let the man go. Even if it killed him.
Chapter Six
Hank took a drink of the beer and then put the glass back on the bar. He should be going back home. He shook his head at the thought. He’d started referring to the farm as his home, but Thom hadn’t invited him to stay past the next week.
“Haven’t seen you around much since you got back.” Gee put a drying towel over his shoulder as he spoke.
His stomach tightened with nerves. So far nobody had made any mention of his time with the farmer but he kept waiting. There had to be rumors. “Been keeping Thom safe.”
Gee nodded. “The pack appreciates his produce.”
“I only came back to talk to Drew about the next order.” He waited for the were-bear to say something but when Gee held his silence, he continued. “Hey, have you seen any large cats around here lately?”
“Mountain lions usually start coming closer to civilization this time of year in the search for food.”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t smell like mountain lion.”
Gee sniffed the air. “You smelling cat in here?”
Hank shook his head and took another drink of the beer. “No. Near the farm. I’ve been scouting a bit at night and noticed some cat prints. Couldn’t place the scent.”
“Did you mention it to Drew?”
“Yeah. He didn’t seem very concerned.” The lack of interest he’d had shown had irritated Hank. Yes, the Alpha had promised to look into it and he had put a couple of pack members on patrol around the farm. He had smelled them when he picked up the scent of the cat. Drew should be doing more, though.
“There you have it. If it doesn’t bother Drew, it shouldn’t bother you.”
The words made him defensive. Nobody took Thom’s safety seriously except him. “He has already been shot once, and nobody has any leads.”
“Oh. I see. You think a shifter is responsible?”
“I’m keeping my eyes open.”
Gee nodded. “Good idea. One I think several pack members share. None of us wants anything else to happen to the human.”
“Because he sells food to the pack.” He couldn’t keep all of his anger out of his words. The other man had come to mean so much to him over the past week but nobody else cared about him other than the service he provided for the pack.
“We’re concerned about more than his crops. He’s a good guy. Too few of those left in the world if you ask me.” Gee folded his arms over his chest. “You think he doesn’t matter to Drew because he’s not pack. Right?”
Looking into the amber depths of his drink, he let his silence answer for him.
“Yes, pack is important. It’s not the only thing Drew cares about, though. He cares about me, and I’m not pack, am I?”
He refused to look up.
“He cares about you, too, despite the fact you haven’t taken the blood oath to him.”
Hank hadn’t thought about it that way. “He doesn’t take me seriously when I talk to him about the danger Thom is in. He’s sent a handful of Wolves to patrol the farmland at night, but hasn’t done anything else.”
“How do you know he hasn’t done anything else? Because he’s not running around half-cocked screaming orders and burning down houses?”
He blushed with embarrassment. The were-bear’s words hit a little too close to home.
“Maybe you should be more relaxed when you go to visit the doctor.” Hank nipped his shoulder. A wave of hunger slammed into him at the thought of relaxing with Hank.
All other thoughts were drowned out by his need for the man. Nothing else mattered. He would face what next week brought when next week came around. Until then, he determined to enjoy every second he had with him.
Warm water slid over his face as he knelt in front of the other man’s swollen cock. “You have the best ideas.”
Hank pulled on Thom’s hair as he took the trucker’s dick deep into his throat. The sting of his scalp made his head light with desire. One week. He promised himself this week. Then he’d let the man go. Even if it killed him.
Chapter Six
Hank took a drink of the beer and then put the glass back on the bar. He should be going back home. He shook his head at the thought. He’d started referring to the farm as his home, but Thom hadn’t invited him to stay past the next week.
“Haven’t seen you around much since you got back.” Gee put a drying towel over his shoulder as he spoke.
His stomach tightened with nerves. So far nobody had made any mention of his time with the farmer but he kept waiting. There had to be rumors. “Been keeping Thom safe.”
Gee nodded. “The pack appreciates his produce.”
“I only came back to talk to Drew about the next order.” He waited for the were-bear to say something but when Gee held his silence, he continued. “Hey, have you seen any large cats around here lately?”
“Mountain lions usually start coming closer to civilization this time of year in the search for food.”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t smell like mountain lion.”
Gee sniffed the air. “You smelling cat in here?”
Hank shook his head and took another drink of the beer. “No. Near the farm. I’ve been scouting a bit at night and noticed some cat prints. Couldn’t place the scent.”
“Did you mention it to Drew?”
“Yeah. He didn’t seem very concerned.” The lack of interest he’d had shown had irritated Hank. Yes, the Alpha had promised to look into it and he had put a couple of pack members on patrol around the farm. He had smelled them when he picked up the scent of the cat. Drew should be doing more, though.
“There you have it. If it doesn’t bother Drew, it shouldn’t bother you.”
The words made him defensive. Nobody took Thom’s safety seriously except him. “He has already been shot once, and nobody has any leads.”
“Oh. I see. You think a shifter is responsible?”
“I’m keeping my eyes open.”
Gee nodded. “Good idea. One I think several pack members share. None of us wants anything else to happen to the human.”
“Because he sells food to the pack.” He couldn’t keep all of his anger out of his words. The other man had come to mean so much to him over the past week but nobody else cared about him other than the service he provided for the pack.
“We’re concerned about more than his crops. He’s a good guy. Too few of those left in the world if you ask me.” Gee folded his arms over his chest. “You think he doesn’t matter to Drew because he’s not pack. Right?”
Looking into the amber depths of his drink, he let his silence answer for him.
“Yes, pack is important. It’s not the only thing Drew cares about, though. He cares about me, and I’m not pack, am I?”
He refused to look up.
“He cares about you, too, despite the fact you haven’t taken the blood oath to him.”
Hank hadn’t thought about it that way. “He doesn’t take me seriously when I talk to him about the danger Thom is in. He’s sent a handful of Wolves to patrol the farmland at night, but hasn’t done anything else.”
“How do you know he hasn’t done anything else? Because he’s not running around half-cocked screaming orders and burning down houses?”
He blushed with embarrassment. The were-bear’s words hit a little too close to home.
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