So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(3)

“I’d show you, but I’m all out of hand puppets and crayons.” Olin sat with his knees bent and took the offered controller from Syn.

If Coop wasn’t such a prick, Olin might have admitted that the guy was the sexiest man he’d ever met. His dark looks would have lent enjoyment to many nights of masturbation. But Olin refused to beat off to the guy’s handsomeness.

Nope. Wasn’t going to do it.

His pride wouldn’t let him do it. Too bad his cock always got hard when he thought of Coop.

“I’m on your fucking team, you asshole,” Coop snapped when Olin’s character shot his.

“Call me an asshole again and I’ll throat punch you!” Olin said as he spun to glare at Coop.

The threat was laughable considering the guy was muscular as hell and could pound Olin into the floor. Ugh, the image of Coop pounding him had Olin growing hard. How in the hell could he hate the guy and want to get fucked by him at the same time?

“Jeez,” Syn said from behind Olin. “It’s just a game.”

“I think they should kiss and make up,” Talyn said as he entered the living room. The alpha crossed his arms over his chest and smiled.

“You are not going to make me do that,” Olin said. “No way, no how.”

“Should I remind you that I run this coalition?” Talyn asked as one of his brows rose higher than the other.

Olin’s heart slammed in his chest as he thought about kissing Coop. As long as the guy kept his smart comments to himself, it might actually be pleasant.

No, it wouldn’t. Stop thinking like that.

“But I won’t torture Coop,” Talyn said before he walked into the kitchen.

Olin’s gaze flickered to Coop, and he could see the guy trying not to stare at him. His gaze shot to Olin and then quickly darted away. Was he thinking about kissing, too?

“I’ll be right back,” Syn said and followed after his brother, leaving Olin and Coop in an awkward silence.

Olin tried his best not to look Coop’s way. Coop cleared his throat and pretended he was very interested in his controller.

“Try not to shoot me this time,” Coop finally said as he restarted the game.

Olin wasn’t really paying attention. He kept thinking about kissing Coop. He wanted to kick Talyn for putting that thought into his head.

The image was making Olin’s cock jerk.

Coop’s dark gaze shot toward Olin, and Olin knew the guy could scent his arousal. Neither said a word as they continued to play, but Olin caught Coop glancing at him a few times.

Olin couldn’t take it anymore. He set the controller aside and said, “Bathroom break.” He got up and walked away as quickly as possible, praying Coop didn’t notice the outline of his erection.

He closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, letting go of a deep sigh. He’d managed to ignore fantasies about Coop before. Why was he so affected now?

Because he’s in the same room with you.

Olin tried to count to twenty. When that didn’t work, he envisioned his creepy boss trying to hit on him. Not even that unwanted image helped him to lose his hard-on.

If I jack off, then Coop will smell it when I go back in there.

There was no way in hell Olin was going to let Coop think he wanted the guy. He didn’t. He couldn’t help it if his dick didn’t know the guy was an asshole.

Olin turned on the tap and splashed his face with cold water. He patted it dry and then grabbed the handle to the bathroom door. You can do this. Just think about something else.

When Olin opened the bathroom door, Coop was standing there. The man’s dark-gold eyes grew darker as he pushed Olin into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Olin’s heart began to race as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His cock grew painfully hard as he gazed into Coop’s blazingly beautiful eyes.

“What are you—”

But Olin’s protest was cut short when Coop gripped the back of Olin’s hair and slammed their lips together. Olin shoved at the guy’s chest but parted his lips when Coop’s tongue probed at them.

As Coop’s scent overwhelmed him, Olin forgot why he should push the guy away. He forgot everything as he pulled Coop toward him and tried to climb the man’s body. Coop lifted Olin off his feet and set him on the counter. That allowed Olin to wrap his legs around Coop’s waist. Pleasure rushed over him as his body ached to be filled.

He kisses like a dream.

Their tongues tangled together as Coop’s hands wrestled with the belt around Olin’s waist. Oh god. The man tasted so damn good, like spice and heaven all rolled into one. Olin wanted to feel Coop buried deep inside of him. He wanted to feel the man pounding into his ass.