Reno gave one hard thrust, at the same time his teeth cut into Baker’s flesh. They sank deep as Reno grabbed Baker’s cock, feeling the erection pulsing in his hand as Baker cried out.
Reno’s eyes widened when he felt his body shatter like a thousand tiny shards of glass were raining down on him. And in that space inside of him, he felt Baker, really felt him, like deep within him. His mate’s presence danced around Reno, teasing him, laughing before racing toward Reno so their lives could meld together and become one.
Reno grunted as he moved faster, deeper, and harder in his mate’s body, prolonging Baker’s pleasure as he fought to find his own climax. Baker was writhing under him, clutching at Reno, pulling at his body. Reno released Baker’s cock, pounding into soft flesh, growling into Baker’s shoulder as his seed filled his mate’s ass.
Baker was his.
The mating dance was complete.
Chapter Eight
Baker smiled, feeling Reno watching him. The man was damned and determined to get this stalking thing right. He was nothing if not persistent. Baker didn’t think anything wrong with him, but arguing that point to Reno was like talking to a brick wall.
Letting his fingers touch the spines of the books, Baker walked down the aisle of the bookstore at a leisurely pace. At first, Baker had thought the man crazy for stalking him. Who in their right mind made that conscious decision?
But the more he got to know Reno, the more Baker saw a lost little boy inside the man. His mate was following the rules set down by generations in his pack that dictated what was supposed to happen in a mating dance. The dance was complete, but his mate was on some crazy kick about what should have happened. Baker thought Reno just enjoyed the damn game of stalking.
He also thought Reno’s belief that something was wrong with his coyote was ludicrous. No one could predict how someone fell in love. There were no set rules or guidelines, no boundaries, and no two couples were alike. His pack needed to teach their damn kids that lesson. Love did what it wanted to do and damn anyone else who tried to predict how it should act.
Grabbing a slim book from the shelf, Baker read the back cover, but his thoughts weren’t fully into what he was reading. It was split between the contents of the book and Reno. Okay, more of his mind was on Reno than what he held in his hand.
Placing the book back on the shelf, Baker strode toward the front of the store, waved bye to the man behind the counter, and pushed open the door to walk outside. Gazing up toward the sky, he could see the fading sun and the onset of dusk. It was a beautiful night, magical, and Baker felt that magic wrap around him like a wondrous blanket.
He wanted to play Reno’s game.
It was a night that seemed to be filled with romance. Did he just think that? God, falling in love turned him into a poetic idiot. Baker shook his head at his random thoughts and strolled slowly down the street. Reno was still following. He could feel it in his very bones. The man was right when he said they had a bond. Baker couldn’t explain it, but he could feel the energy coming from his mate.
Reno wasn’t too far behind him.
Continuing to stroll slowly, he spotted a gazebo with a small patch of woods behind it.
Perfect.
Baker walked into the diner, deciding he needed something to drink as he stargazed. That and he was prolonging their game. He glanced over his shoulder, staring out of the big glass window, but he didn’t see anyone on the street.
But he knew Reno was there.
The knowledge made him feel flushed with a warmth that radiated throughout his body. He wanted to dance in place, whoop, and tell everyone in the diner he had one of the hottest mates on the planet.
But he curbed the urge, walking to the counter instead. No, he practically bounced over to it. The smells in the diner were alluring to his empty stomach. Braised meat, butter, garlic, all filled his lungs, but Baker was too wound up to eat.
“What’ll it be?” Keata asked as he walked over to Baker, a friendly smile on his smooth face.
“I’ll just take a smoothie today, Keata. Make it strawberry and kiwi.”
Baker tried his hardest to suppress the grin that seemed like it couldn’t be contained. His foot was tapping, and all he wanted to do was get back out there so Reno could continue his little game.
Their game.
“The bathroom is in the back.”
Baker frowned at Keata. “I don’t have to go.”
Keata’s dark eyes held Baker in place. “But you’re bouncing all around.”
Was he? Now that Keata had pointed it out, Baker realized his feet seemed not to be able to stay still. He paid for his smoothie and thanked Keata before damn near bursting back outside. Scanning the area, Baker still couldn’t spot Reno.