So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(16)

“Who are you?” Olin asked Camille.

Coop hid his pleased smile. Olin was jealous. That was a good sign. If Olin didn’t care, he would have kept driving past them, and he definitely wouldn’t look as if he had steam billowing from under the collar of his T-shirt.

“I’m—” Camille had started to introduce herself when Coop cut her off.

“I thought you never wanted to see me again,” Coop said as he tucked his wallet into his back pocket and fought back to the urge to yank Olin close and kiss the man until neither of them could breathe.

Olin’s attention darted over to Karidon. Coop’s best friend winked at Olin. Coop was going to smack Karidon the minute he was close enough. He didn’t need Karidon antagonizing Olin.

Olin glanced at Gracie and then at Camille. Coop could almost hear the guy working things out in his head, and Coop was pissed at the conclusion Olin was drawing. Was his opinion of Coop so low that he’d even speculate that Coop would try and hit on little teenaged girls? His anger surfaced, and he started to open his mouth, to lay into Olin when Olin said, “She looks just like you. Sister?”

Camille smiled brightly. “Yep.”

His gaze swung back to Gracie. “Sister’s friend?”

“You’re a smart cookie,” Camille teased. “But who are you?”

Olin looked at Coop for the answer. It was obvious in the guy’s expression that he didn’t want to out Coop if Camille didn’t know her brother was gay.

“Friend,” Coop answered Camille and then said to Olin, “Olin, this is my baby sister, Camille.”

“He’s from Riverside,” Karidon called out, adding in his two unwanted cents.

“Oh,” she said. “A McBride member.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Camille,” Olin said and then turned to Coop. “Can we talk?”

Coop wasn’t sure what to say. He’d told Karidon that he wanted to work things out with Olin. And he did. So why were his palms sweaty and his pulse beating faster?

“Give me a sec, Cam,” Coop said to his sister before he and Olin walked farther down the sidewalk.

When they were far enough away, Olin spun on Coop, glowering up at him. “I should remove your balls for what you said earlier.”

“I said I was sorry,” Coop reminded the guy, although he knew sorry didn’t quite cut it.

Olin harrumphed and then crossed his arms over his chest. Coop was thrilled that his feisty little wildcat was back. He’d hated to see Olin cry. It had broken Coop’s heart.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet,” Olin said with less heat.

“Wouldn’t dare to think it.” Coop moved in a little closer, crowding Olin close to the building. He wanted to kiss those tender lips. Coop wanted to take Olin for a bike ride, find a secluded place, and lay the man down on a bed of grass as he took him over and over again.

Coop’s canines started to descend. His breathing became erratic. His heart was slamming behind his ribs. The urge to bite Olin became overwhelming.

Olin’s eyes bugged as his lips parted. “Oh…god.”

“Oh yeah.” Coop’s voice was low and guttural as he moved in until he had Olin trapped between his body and the building. “Primal Heat, sweetheart.”

Olin took two steps to the side, moving away. “I wanted to work this out between us, not bond with you.”

“Cooper?” Camille called to him. “Is everything okay?”

His back was to her so she had no clue what was happening. Coop wrapped his fingers gently around Olin’s throat and drew the man close. He nuzzled Olin’s neck, scraping the tips of his canines over the leopard’s soft skin.

Olin shuddered. “Back off, Coop,” he whispered. “There are impressionable girls here.”

That seemed to snap Coop back into sanity. His canines receded, but he hadn’t given Olin any space. He didn’t want to. Coop’s damn body was on fire, and all he wanted to do… He cleared his throat and took three steps back. “Get your ass to my house, now,” Coop commanded.

Olin’s chuckle was filled with defiance. “You wish.”

“Call Mom and have her pick you up,” Coop called to Camille without taking his eyes off of Olin.

“I can give her a ride,” Olin offered.

It would be a logical thing considering Olin was already here and had a car, but Coop wasn’t thinking logically. He was thinking sexually. He had to have Olin. “I already told you what you were going to do.”

One of Olin’s blondish-brown brows arched. “I don’t take orders, Mr. Dalton.”

“You’ll follow it, Mr. Taylor,” Coop countered, “or I’ll strap you to my motorcycle and drive you there myself.”