He saved the bunk room for last. There were six beds in the room—if one could even call them beds. They had plain wooden frames and a thick mattress, a small nightstand sat on the side of each. There was a door at one end and windows on either side.
“You sleep here?”
“Sometimes my shift is forty-eight hours. I sleep in here on that rotation.” Reno sat down the on bed closest to the door by the hallway, pulling Baker down beside him. “Tell me what brings you here.”
When Baker’s eyes flickered to the open door, Reno got up and shut it, making sure it was locked. He rejoined his mate on the bed. “Better?”
If anything, Baker looked tenser now than when the door was open. “I figured we should get to know each other since we’re mates. I wanted to invite you to dinner.”
His mate’s words were echoing his thoughts from earlier. It was on the tip of Reno’s tongue to ask Baker over for dinner, but he couldn’t get the words past his lips. It just didn’t seem right. Reno knew he was supposed to be pursuing his mate, not inviting him over for dinner. Maybe he needed to call his dad and find out if something was wrong with his coyote.
But until then…
Leaning to the side, Reno nuzzled his face into his mate’s neck, giving a low growl of approval when he smelled the familiarity of Baker. He could feel his heart beating faster and his blood heating up just from pressing his lips into his mate’s soft skin. His insides were vibrating in anticipation of kissing his mate once more. There was no way Baker was getting out of here until Reno at least tasted those beauties.
Reaching his arm around Baker, Reno pulled him closer. This was the first time they were alone, no crowd, no one to stop them. The temperature in the room seemed to climb a few degrees as he touched and explored Baker’s sculpted frame.
God, he wanted to feel Baker touching him in the same way. Reno grabbed his mate’s hand and led it to his back, coaxing the man to touch him.
“W–Won’t you get into trouble?” Baker asked as his fingers curled into Reno’s shirt, giving the fabric a light tug.
In that moment, Reno had clarity of why Baker had shown up. His mate had been hoping for this. Baker wanted Reno to touch him, to kiss him. The knowledge that his mate wanted him just as much as Reno wanted the human propelled him forward. Baker’s back hit the bed as Reno crawled over him, trapping the man underneath him and showing his dominance. “No. The chief knows we are in the middle of our mating dance. He won’t interfere.” And if anyone else bothered them, Reno was going to rip their fucking heads off.
Reno pressed his body into Baker’s, his erection firm as it touched Baker’s upper thigh. He wanted the man to know exactly how he affected Reno. His skin felt tight and achy as he stared down at eyes darker than sapphire. They intensified, and the dark lashes that ringed the blazing fire only made them look even more spectacular. Dipping his head, Reno captured the lips he had been dying to taste since his mate showed up here.
Baker didn’t protest. In fact, he wrapped his arms around Reno’s neck and pulled him closer, spreading his legs to accommodate him. Slipping his hands behind his mate, Reno drew him closer, tasting, teasing, and driving himself insane with need.
Baker seemed to be just as needy. He ran his fingers over Reno’s head, pulling him down as Baker sucked at Reno’s tongue. The action only made Reno’s cock throb like a frenzied heartbeat in his jeans. He had to do something to relieve the pressure.
It was a rush of excitement that shot through his veins as he kissed his mate lower, on his neck, savoring the sweet aroma of salty skin and a racing pulse. In that moment he didn’t care if something was wrong with his coyote or if he and Baker mated the traditional way, or even if he simply claimed the man. None of it mattered when Baker was lying here giving himself to Reno.
He was uninhibited beneath Reno, and that was all that mattered to him. The pulsing in his jeans intensified as he pushed Baker’s shirt up, kissing his navel and tracing a long, wet line over his abdomen. Baker moaned and his stomach jerked before Reno bit the button of the man’s pants.
Even beneath the fabric he could smell Baker’s desire. It was the sweetest scent in the world—strong, musky, and all for him. He nuzzled the pronounced outline in his mate’s jeans, leaving a wet mark before he used his fingers to unsnap them, pulling the zipper down slowly, teasing not only his mate, but himself.
Baker’s hips hitched and Reno knew it was involuntary. The excitement was building, just how he wanted it to.
“Reno, what if—”
“We won’t be caught,” he reassured his mate, hearing the deep, hungry need in his voice when he spoke. “I promise not to let anyone see you like this.” Reno kissed the skin right above Baker’s waistband. “No one will ever see something so intimate between us.”