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It was finally time for the no-sex rule to come to a glorious, gratifying end.

Chapter 32

Screw the Rule

Brian

Nat left at around three. On his way out, in a flurry of chaotic energy, he shoved a bottle of water at Klaus and demanded he drink all of it, kissed him on each cheek, told him his skin looked incredible, gave me a beaming smile, declared us the most beautiful couple he’d ever seen, insisted on taking my number, then blew us both a kiss before wiggling his fingers in a little wave as he put his sunglasses back on and left. Before I’d even had a chance to move, he’d already texted me a row of alternating smileys and flowers.

When I showed Klaus the message, he beamed and went up on his toes to kiss my cheek. “That means he loves you.”

I unclenched a little, my shoulders dropping an inch as I let out a slow, silent breath. I’d gained the best friend’s approval. The relief was fucking palpable.

Everything had been unpacked by this point, so I drove Klaus to Fauntastic Foods so he could grab some groceries. He’d made a small list, and he filled the basket I carried for him quickly and efficiently. Soon we were back at his place, and after we’d unpacked his shopping, Klaus turned to me and ran his hands up and down my chest in a soothing touch.

He smiled up at me. “Why don’t you go home to chill out for a little while? I’ve got a couple of things to do, and you probably need to decompress. I know Nat can be a lot.”

I tried not to let my shoulders sag too visibly in relief, because he was right—I’d been hoping for an opportunity to go home and relax in my werewolf form for a while to calm my nervous system, plus I really wanted to take a shower. The latter was especially important if we were going to…

I cut that train of thought off before it could spiral out of control and give me a raging erection in the middle of Klaus’s new kitchen.

“He’s great,” I told Klaus sincerely. “I like him a lot.”

Klaus’s whole face brightened, an overjoyed and slightly relieved smile stretching his mouth. “Oh, good. He liked you too, Brian. So much.”

“Yeah?” I needed the reassurance again.

“Yes.” He leaned up to kiss me, so I ducked my head to meet him halfway. “Okay, go home and relax for a while. I don’t want you to get sick of me.”

“I could never,” I told him earnestly, smoothing my hands up and down his back and tugging him a little closer to me.

He flushed with pleasure, teeth raking his lower lip as his smile turned shy and secretly pleased. “Come back around seven? We’ll order takeout.”

“I can pick it up on my way. What would you like?” I smiled down at him. “It’s gotta be special, seeing as it’s your first night in your new place.”

“Hmmm.” Klaus was still flushed with happiness and exertion from the long day. “Something special… You know what I really want? The onion tortilla from the place you took me to on our first date.”

“They do takeout,” I said eagerly. “I can get us dinner from there, no problem. Do you want what you had last time?”

“Yes, please.” He leaned up to kiss me again. “Thank you.”

I was reluctant to leave, because no matter what he thought, I would never get sick of him, but I really did want to go home and shower. And besides, I didn’t want him to get sick of me.

When I got home, the first thing I did was strip off and shift into my werewolf form. Then I collapsed onto my bed and stayed there for a while, not napping, just listening to the comforting sounds of a familiar TV show until my brain stopped buzzing.

Eventually I got up to eat something. I hadn’t eaten nearly enough today, so I knew I’d still be perfectly capable of eating a full meal with Klaus in a little while. Then I reluctantly shifted back into my human form to take a long, thorough shower.

My cock started thickening up as I soaped it. Fuck, Klaus and I were going to have sex tonight. I mean, it wasn’t guaranteed, but… it pretty much was. I could remember the soft, hot perfection of his body around my cock so clearly—it was seared into my brain. The sounds he made. The way he smelled and tasted. The brain-melting sensation of that little incubus thing at the end, when his body siphoned every last drop of cum from mine.

I was suddenly so horny I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I finished my shower and dried off quickly and roughly, then brushed my teeth, threw on some aftershave and redressed in clean clothes. Just sweats and a soft T-shirt, because the thought of putting jeans back on made my skin crawl. Besides, hopefully I wouldn’t be wearing them for long.

I had just enough common sense left to pack a small overnight bag, and then I was back in my car and heading into the city to grab our dinner. I texted Klaus while I was waiting in the restaurant for our order, letting him know that I’d be at his place soon. He replied a few minutes later with a simple Okay!

Half an hour later, I was pulling up outside Klaus’s new place, carrying my backpack and the takeout bag to the front door in one hand while I kept the bouquet of red roses I’d also picked up behind my back in the other. I felt a little corny hiding them like this, but I figured it would be a nicer surprise for him. I knocked, and it took at least thirty seconds for Klaus to open the door. Maybe he’d been upstairs or something.

The moment I set eyes on him, I knew something was different from when I’d left a few hours ago. He looked… frazzled. His curls were wild, as if he’d been shoving them back off his face repeatedly. His skin was flushed. His shirt appeared to have a dusting of something dark on it. Maybe dust? Soot? I couldn’t tell.

There was a smear of something brown on the side of his hand. I very intentionally did not mention that I’d noticed.