To Winter his voice sounded hypnotic, and he couldn't help but tell the man what he was thinking.
"I didn't expect to meet my mate this way." He raised his gaze meeting Creed's gray ones. "I always imagined that our eyes would meet in a crowded room. You'd walk over to me, and once we were inches away from other, you'd sweep me up into your arms, and make me yours with a mind-blowing kiss. We'd leave wherever we were and spend the rest of the night making love and falling completely in love with each other.”
Winter stopped talking and waited for Creed to laugh, but he didn't. "What would you be wearing?"
"I don't know.” He shrugged a shoulder. “A suit maybe."
Creed nodded then looked back to the muted television. "Is it all right if I stay here for a bit? I think I'm in the same boat as you are, I don’t want to be alone in my brother's place."
"Stay as long as you want," Winter told him.
"Thanks. I can watch Connor in the day time while you're at work. That reminds me, what is it you do for a living?"
"I'm a high school teacher and don't worry about it. I decided to take the rest of the school year off so that I can focus on Connor.”
"You don't look like a teacher."
"How's a teacher supposed to look?"
"You know, balding, glasses with a chain resting on the tip of your nose, and a bit heavy in the waistline. A sweater vest, corduroy pants, and a flannel shirt.”
Winter stared at him to see if he was serious. "Dude, no one dresses like that anymore. Maybe that’s how they dressed when you went to school but not anymore…wait how old are you, anyway?”
"Forty-two, what about you?”
“Thirty-two,” he mumbled and looked down.
“What was that?” He asked leaning closer to Winter.
“I said that I’m thirty-two.”
"I'll be damned. Looks like I got me an old man."
Winter snorted. “I think you have it wrong. When I introduce you to my friends, I’ll make sure to tell them you’re my old man.”
“You’re a mouthy thing, but I guess you know that already?”
“I’ve been told that a time or two, old man.”
Creed huffed as if he was, but he could tell that Winter was trying not to laugh until he attacked him with tickles making him giggle.
"Someone is ticklish."
"Of course I am," he said between his laughter.
The book he'd been holding on to fell to the floor and no longer seemed important to him. His legs widened, and Creed was able to fit his larger frame in between them lying on top of him. Winter’s laughter died down to a chuckle and soon after a moan when Creed brushed his lips against his. The enticing strong scent of the alpha’s pheromones surrounding him made him feel dizzy even with his eyes closed. Creed groaned and pressed his hard cock against his erection.
Fuck, he’s big all over.
Winter wrapped his legs around Creed's waist, digging his heels into his ass. Their clothed erections rubbed against each other. It felt so good he couldn't help but moan into their kiss. He should stop them, but he didn't want to. After what he'd been through the past two weeks, he was going to enjoy having his mate give him pleasure.
* * *
Creed leanedback to look into Winter's gorgeous face. He'd woken up from his nap hungry and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. He’d found a note from Winter on the counter telling him there was a plate in the refrigerator for him with an apology if he'd made something he didn't eat. Creed had smiled when he saw that Winter had made one of his favorite dishes without knowing it.
"Put your hands above your head and keep them there," he ordered. Creed's cock jumped when Winter followed without protest.
Such obedience should be rewarded.
