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In the Eyes of Crazy(4)

By:Charlie Richards


strawberries, and lick chocolate off your cock?

Would that make a nice birthday present?” “Oh, my goodness,” Land muttered. A fresh

wave of arousal hit Payson’s senses, telling him

how his soon-to-be lover leaked pre-cum like a

sieve. “Yeah, that sounds-that sounds good. Just

let me tell my sister.”

Some instinct Payson didn’t understand but

never ignored told him to get Land out of there as

quickly as possible. “You got a phone?” he asked.

After Land nodded, Payson urged him to text his

sister instead. He turned to look at his table and

caught his friends’ amused smirks. He gave them

a jaunty half salute, grabbed Land’s hand, and led

him through the door.

“Where’s your phone?” Payson asked his shellshocked human. If Payson had to guess, Land

didn’t hook-up often. He wondered how much

experience the human had. Land pulled a cell out

of his deliciously tight pants pocket. “Send your

sister a message,” he ordered while steering the

man toward his bike.

To his satisfaction, Land obeyed, typing a

message using just his thumbs. Payson dropped

back a step and eyed the man’s ass. He hummed

his appreciation at the way the globes flexed

under the fabric.

Land paused and looked around, giving him a

confused look.

Payson grinned unabashedly. “Your ass looks

damn sexy in those pants. I can’t wait to peel them

off and see if those globes are as hot as I imagine

they are.”

“Um, thanks?” Land muttered, his face flushing

red in the moonlight.

Payson laughed. “Come on. I got plans for us,”

he said.

When they reached his bike, Payson

remembered the way Land had moaned and

bucked in his arms when he’d squeezed his cock

and a wicked idea formed. First, he’d have to get

them to some place secluded. He grinned and

handed the human his helmet and jacket then

swung on board the bullet bike.

After bringing the motorcycle to life, Payson looked toward Land and saw his look of disbelief. Huh, most his pick-ups couldn’t wait to get on and press their erections against Payson’s back. For the first time, Payson took a real look at the man he planned to fuck all night. Payson didn’t really have a type, happy to fuck and be fucked, enjoying twinks, bears, and even the occasional silver fox. But the one thing they all had in common was, they knew the score. Land gave no

indication of what he was expecting.

Oh, well. Guess I’ll have to show him.

Payson liked that idea a lot. “Put the helmet

and jacket on, then get on,” he ordered firmly. A shiver of anticipation worked its way

through Payson when Land immediately obeyed.

As he swung his leg over the bike and settled on

the tiny bitch seat behind Payson, Land asked, “Is

this safe?”

“Yup,” Payson replied grabbing Land’s arms

and pulling them around his waist and chest.

“Hang on tight.”

Once Land’s arms tightened, Payson put the

bike in gear and took off. Land yelped and pressed

closer. Payson grinned, feeling the guy’s dick

against the small of his back. Still hard. Good. Mindful that his passenger was human, Payson

kept to only ten over the speed limit. He wound

through the streets until he came to the gated

community where he and his gang had rented a mansion. They didn’t know how long it would take for Kontra’s mate, Tim, to grow stronger in his magick powers. Tim had inherited them from his deceased mother once he and Kontra had mated. Then Tim had received a note from a warlock named Draven claiming that he’ll be his mentor once Tim’s abilities grew powerful enough to find him. Payson knew it had something to do with the premonitions Tim occasionally had. Draven gave them a head start, telling them to go

to San Francisco, so here they were.

Pulling into a driveway, which was also gated,

Payson paused at the stand and punched in a

code. The gates swung open on silent hinges. He

gunned his engine and roared through, then

pressed a button on a box affixed to his handlebars

and one of the seven garage doors swung open. Once inside, he pushed it again, sinking them

into near darkness, until the door closed and low

wattage running lights flipped on around them.

The auto lights were meant to allow someone to

safely get out of the vehicle and to the door. If

someone was actually going to work in the garage,

there were massive overhead lights over each bay

that would illuminate the area as bright as day. But that wasn’t what Payson wanted, he

wanted mellow

perfect. Using

maneuvered until he’d turned around on the bike, mood lighting, and this was shifter agility, he carefully facing Land. He eased the helmet off the man’s head and the jacket off his shoulders, putting them