“Surprise.”
Gawking, Spencer said stupidly, “What? Wolf? What’re you doing here?”
“I met the delivery person in the lobby and told your doorman I’d bring it up. Smells good.” When he made no attempt to move, Wolf pushed the door open and stepped around him. “I’m hungry too.” He continued to chat as he trekked across the apartment to the kitchen. “Did you get a new couch? It doesn’t look familiar, though I think this is only the third or fourth time I’ve been here.” He set the bag on the kitchen counter and draped his jacket over the back of a chair.
“Okay. Hold up. Hold the hell up. Who are you, and where is the real Wolf?” Spencer slammed the door and folded his arms. “’Cause this shit isn’t gonna fly.”
“No? Why not?” Rolling up his shirtsleeves, Wolf advanced on him, and Spencer grew weak at the sight of his strong forearms. He loved Wolf’s arms. They had the right amount of dark hair and a sexy vein running up each length. “I’m trying to be nice.” Pink tinted his cheeks. “Romantic.” Standing in front of him, Wolf glowered. “So shut up and be appreciative.” A hand held onto his nape, and Spencer willingly sank into Wolf’s chest.
“Thank you.”
Lips brushed the top of his head. “I can only imagine how angry and frustrated you must feel, and I didn’t like the thought of you being alone.”
“I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“I’m sure it’s the nicest thing I’ve ever said to you, that’s for sure.”
Spencer slipped his arms around Wolf’s hard-as-iron waist. “Not after last night. I’m never going to let you forget what you told me.”
“That was no mistake.” Wolf gazed into his eyes. “You couldn’t even if you tried.”
Spencer straightened out his sleep-rumpled clothing. “It’s going to take some time to adjust to you being like this.”
In the midst of setting out the tins of food on the kitchen island, Wolf grinned. “Don’t get too comfortable with it. I’m sure we’ll be going at each other soon enough. Old habits are hard to break.”
“Going at each other, huh?” He kissed Wolf’s nape, right at the point where the dark strands curled, and Wolf stilled. Spencer continued to trail kisses across the strong neck, up to Wolf’s ear, where he whispered, “On a scale of one to ten, how hungry are you?”
“For the pancakes, about a seven.” Wolf faced him and yanked him closer for a scorching kiss that left him reeling, breathless, and desperate for more. “For you, four hundred and sixty-five.”
“Good. That’s what microwaves are for. Come on.”
With Wolf’s hand in his, they hustled to the bedroom, stripped each other naked, and Wolf sank to his knees. “From the first time I saw you, I couldn’t believe how beautiful you were and that you wanted to be my friend.”
“I want to be your friend, and your lover.” Spencer hissed with pleasure as Wolf’s hot mouth engulfed him, and he widened his stance, gazing at a sight he might’ve dreamed of for years but never thought possible. “Your everything.”
“You already are.” Wolf moved faster on him, those large hands gripping his thighs, his tongue licking the shaft, flirting with the crown of his dick, then swirling around to suck him again. Spencer managed to hold on throughout, until Wolf slid two fingers down the cleft of his ass and teased his rim.
“Holy fuck.” The swift onslaught of his orgasm exploded through him and he came, needing to brace himself on Wolf’s shoulder to keep from sliding to the floor.
“God, your face…it’s like a painting when you come. So perfect.”
They scrambled to the bed, and he grabbed the lube from his night table. “Hurry. I want you in me. Fuck me hard.”
On his knees, Wolf gazed at him with a thoughtful expression. “Slow it down. I want to savor everything I’ve missed all these years.”
His fingers slick and smooth from the lube, Wolf penetrated him first with one finger, then a second. As he moved inside, Wolf kissed his still trembling legs and belly, lapping at the blond trail of hair.
“Beautiful.” Wolf peppered kisses up his abdomen to his chest, flicked the tips of his hard nipples while his fingers worked their magic, stretching him. “I’ll be so deep in you, you’ll feel me when I’m not even there.”
Spencer gasped, straining up to kiss the corner of Wolf’s mouth. “You’re always with me. Even when you’re not inside me, you’re there.”
Fiery possessiveness burned from Wolf’s eyes as he removed his fingers, and Spencer welcomed the initial kiss of Wolf’s cockhead before it pushed into his passage.
“Yeah, that’s it. More. All of it.”
Slowly, so damn slowly that he could feel the burn of every thick, beautiful inch, Wolf sank inside, and their eyes met.
“You have me.”
