So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(17)

The confidence that had shown brightly in Olin’s eyes began to dim. Good, the guy was taking Coop seriously. He should because Coop wasn’t kidding around.

Olin’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t bother, Camille. I’ll give you a ride,” Olin called out and then smirked at Coop. “Like I said, I don’t take orders. But after I drop her and her friend off, I might be over.”

“Fine,” Coop bit out softly as the heat in his loins flared. “Then I’ll lead you to my parents’ house.”

Olin shook his head as he looked up at Coop. “I wasn’t trying to meet the parents. I was just going to drop her at the curb.”

“Too late,” Coop said smugly. “You already offered her the ride.”

So much for avoiding his parents’ house.



* * * *



Olin had to find a way out of this, all of it. Not only had he unwittingly told Coop, without words, that he would meet the parents, but he could see the burning heat in Coop’s eyes.

“That’s sweet of you,” Camille called back, “but my mom is already on her way.”

Olin nearly collapsed with relief. But that relief was short-lived.

“Then you can drive to my house,” Coop said as he stepped closer once again. “If you try to drive anywhere else, I’ll spank that pretty little ass of yours.”

Olin’s ass cheeks instinctively clenched, and a warm blush washed over his face and ears as the image of Coop spanking him flashed through his mind.

Coop’s eyelids lowered to slits as the guy traced his tongue over his bottom lip. “You like that idea.”

Olin snorted. “No grown man likes the idea of having his bottom spanked.”

Coop tilted his head back slightly and scented the air before a wicked smile formed on his lips. “Your thick arousal says otherwise.”

“Look”—Olin shoved at Coop’s muscular chest and shuddered at the feel of the solid wall under his palms—”I’m not going, and that’s final.”

Unfortunately, Olin’s refusal wasn’t as confident as he would have liked it to sound. His voice wavered slightly, and he cursed at how easily he was crumbling just by touching Coop’s body. He snatched his hand away as if he’d touched something scalding hot. “Not a chance,” Olin added, hoping his voice held strong.

It didn’t, and Coop knew this because his sexy, wicked smile grew. “You might want to head to my place before my mom shows up, or do you want me to introduce the two of you while your erection is outlining your jeans?”

Of course Olin’s eyes automatically dropped to the tightness in his jeans, and he groaned in embarrassment.

Coop pressed his lips to Olin’s ear. “Go, and when I get there, I’ll make sure to spank your pert bottom as I suck you off.”

Olin’s cock jerked in his jeans as his breathing became shallow. What guy in his right mind refused an offer like that? Olin still wasn’t sure about the whole ass-spanking thing, but both he and his leopard panted for a blowjob. But Olin couldn’t go. Not when Coop was in Primal Heat. Disastrous things could, and would, happen.

He started to shake his head but nodded instead. Olin was doomed. He had to call his twin and find a way out of becoming Coop’s bonded mate. This was insane!

“Such a good little pussy cat,” Coop crooned softly, and Olin melted like butter in the sun at the sound of his deep, approving voice.

Who knew he craved such approval? Maybe he skated through life with no direction and no focus because he had no one to guide him. Coop was opening up a whole new side Olin didn’t know he had, and it scared the shit out of him. The guy was taking Olin out of his comfort zone.

“I—”

“Don’t,” Coop warned. “Don’t think. Don’t speak. I want you to go on instinct alone. What does your leopard tell you?”

“He just wants a belly rub,” Olin said as a way of deflecting the question away. But he could see Coop wasn’t buying it.

“Are you two done groping each other over there?” Karidon called out.

Olin growled and turned to see the three staring at him and Coop. Why was Camille’s friend glaring daggers at him? Camille smiled and trotted over to Olin and Coop.

Olin turned away and pinched his arm so hard that he yelped. But the pain did its job. He was no longer hard.

“Hey, Cooper,” she said sweetly.

Olin had been around too many females at the club and knew that sort of smile was used for getting something they wanted.

Coop slung his arm over Camille’s shoulder. “What?”

“Since you seem to be such good friend’s with Olin, and you’re ready to rip the head of any boy who offers me a ride, can I have Olin give me one when I need it?” She turned to Olin. “If that’s okay with you.”