The question was asked with a smirk, and John blushed. He wondered if it was his nerves making him appear submissive or if the leatherman could actually tell just by looking at him.
“I’m sorry for wasting your time, sir,” John mumbled, getting a full blown grin in exchange for his courtesy. Thesightof the other man’s pleasure had John’s cock hardening.
Who knew showing respect could be a turn on?
“Don’t worry about it, boy. I think your friend knew exactly what he was doing in wanting to bring you here. It’s a shame he had to work.”
John nodded, not sure what to say to that. He was both flattered and flustered and both of those feelings were making it hard to find something to say. Before he could think of anything, the door opened behind him. He turned to look, his whole body freezing at the sight of the man walking through the door.
Holy fuck. It was a werewolf. Tall, at least six foot eight and packed with muscle, the man was even bigger than Luke—John’s friend and the only other werewolf he’d ever met in person. His face was on the pretty side of handsome, with a wide lantern shaped jaw that made him look like something out of a comic book.
John wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.
“Mr. Peterson, welcome back. Would you like me to reserve one of the upper floor rooms for you?”
John looked back at the man behind the counter. He seemed much smaller than he had a minute ago, and John felt downrighttiny.
“That would be great, Max. Thanks. Anyone interesting here tonight?”
The man behind the counter—Max—eyed John with a speculative glint in his eye.
“Almost,” he said, smirking.
“Yeah?” Mr. Peterson—the werewolf—walked up to the counter as he unzipped his leather jacket, giving Max a quizzical look. “What does that mean?”
John watched the werewolf’s chest and abs come into view as he unzipped his jacket, ripped muscles bulging through a skintight white shirt, his eyes zeroing in on the hard nubs of the man’s nipples.
He would give anything for a chance to press his face into that chest and wrap his lips around the werewolf’s pert nubs. His mouth watered at just the thought of it.
“John here doesn’t have an invite,” Max said, making John look away. “He was supposed to come with his friend, Cory, but when Cory didn’t make it he decided to check us out on his own. He didn’t realize he couldn’t get in without his name being on the list.”
“Cory Rhodes?” Mr. Peterson asked, turning his attention toward John. It took John a few seconds to realize that the question was directed at him, and he found he could only nod.
“He’s a decent guy,” Mr. Peterson said, licking his lips and looking John up and down like he was appraising him. There was a heat in his eyes that John never would have expected from a werewolf. Could he be human? It seemed unlikely given his size, but then again, werewolves didn’t find humans attractive.
Mr. Peterson turned his gaze to Max, his eyes raking over him with heated intent. “I’ll do him a favor and bring John in as my plus one. After all, he came all this way. It would be a shame to send him off without showing him what we have to offer.”
Max nodded, the smirk reappearing on his lip. John wondered if he should maybe just forget this and go home. Then Mr. Peterson put his hand on his upper back and looked down at him, and John forgot all about leaving.
He’d never been so hard in his life.
“You have any experience with his kind of place?” Mr. Peterson asked, his massive hand sliding up John’s back until it was resting just under his neck. John wished he would move his fingers and palm up just a little andsqueeze.
“I, uh… no, sir.”
John’s words made Mr. Peterson grin, exposing rows of perfectly even white teeth in a way that could only be described as wolflike.
“Do you want me to show you the ropes?” Mr. Peterson’s voice was low and dark, and John nearly fainted when the bigger man finally slid his hand up and gripped his neck tight. He swallowed noisily.
Mr. Peterson’s hand was like a collar around his neck, hot and immovable, wrapping around impossibly far and making John’s spine tingle.
The hand was large even in proportion to his massive body.
“I… that would be great…sir.”
“Good. Let’s head inside. Max, do I need to sign anything?”
“You don’t have to, sir. But he does.” Max slid a piece of paper onto the desk, nodding at John. “It’s a standard non-disclosure agreement. I’ll also need a copy of his driver’s license.”
