Winter’s Caress(Brac Village 19)(26)

Dasani felt as though he was in a cloud of confusion as he watched Kiki and Spencer pack the rest of their stuff up and then disappear out the door just as quickly as they had arrived.

“What an odd pair,” Dasani whispered as he stared down at the clothes in his hands. “What a totally awesome odd pair.”

The corners of his lips twitched and tugged and then curled upward. Dasani stripped off the pajamas he had been wearing and pulled on the clothes Kiki and Spencer had left behind. He had a little trouble getting all the nuts and bolts into the tiny G-string, but the rest of it slid on as if it had been custom made for his slim body.

When Dasani turned and looked at himself in the mirror, he could barely breathe. He looked sexy. He looked desirable. He looked freaking hot, and he couldn’t wait to show his mate the new him.

No matter how much he wanted to show Winter his new look, the butterflies swirling around in his stomach took a nosedive when he heard his mate’s booming voice outside in the yard. A quick check through the curtains showed that Winter was outside talking with a few men from the house. They were next to a back deck, and from what Dasani could make out, they were arguing over engine performance on racecars.

Gathering up his courage, Dasani slid his moccasins on and left the bedroom, making his way downstairs. He didn’t have a coat to put on, but he was so nervous that he was perspiring. Dasani wouldn’t need a coat. At this rate, he prayed he didn’t melt into a puddle.

He heard a small gasp when he passed through the kitchen and turned to see Ryker standing there, staring at him with his mouth hanging slightly open.

“Damn, boy.” The tiger blinked a few times before he cleared his throat and looked away. But there was a distinctive blush on the guy’s cheeks. Dasani was so nervous that he hadn’t bothered to correct the man’s language.

Dasani bit excitedly into his lower lip as he kept walking. His heart seemed to move into a staccato beat by the time he reached the side door. At this rate, it was in danger of jumping right out of his chest. He’d never worn makeup or dressed in such a modern manner before. Dasani was more at home in his rawhide pants and moccasins. The feel of the tight jean material against his skin was electrifying. He smoothed his hand over his exposed abdomen, wondering if Winter would approve.

As he breathed in a fortifying breath, Dasani opened the door and stepped out onto the steps. He moved down them and headed for the back deck. He was shivering, not from the cold but from his nerves. He gave a momentary thought to running back inside and hiding out in the bathroom in Winter’s room.

For the briefest of moments the conversation the men were having continued, and then someone whistled low and all eyes turned. Dasani froze, his eyes seeking out the one person he needed to see.

Winter just stood there, unmoving, not saying anything, maybe not even breathing. But his eyes…his light blue eyes blazed with a raging lust that seared Dasani right down to the bone.

Suddenly self-conscious at being the center of attention, Dasani reached up and fingered his long blue bangs. He gave a quick glance to the other men and noticed that they were looking at him as if he were one of those people in the dirty magazines he’d found in Kevin’s bedroom.

“Kiki and Spencer helped me with my hair.” Dasani swallowed roughly. “I–If you don’t like it, I can—”

He took a step back when Winter passed his friends, loping straight toward Dasani like a predator honing in on its prey. The blue in the tiger’s eyes had gone dark, and he stared at Dasani with a hunger that nearly scorched him.

Dasani squeaked when Winter grabbed him into a tight hold, pulling Dasani against his solid chest. Winter’s lips descended, and Dasani couldn’t care less who was watching. The kiss curled his toes and had his pulse skyrocketing. He tried to climb up Winter, deepening the kiss as Winter’s tongue plunged deep into his mouth. His mate’s hand gripped the back of his neck as the other moved down to play at the waistline of his jeans before feathering down to cup his ass.

By the time Winter lifted his head, Dasani couldn’t see anything but the lustful glint in his mate’s eyes. “So, you like the hair then?”

“Little bluebird, I love everything about you.” Winter nuzzled Dasani’s neck, inhaling deeply as his hand continued to massage Dasani’s butt. Dasani’s cock began to lengthen the longer his mate touched him.

“I–I thought you wouldn’t want me since I didn’t have my long hair anymore,” Dasani said nervously. “I know how much you loved it.”

“I did,” Winter agreed, and Dasani’s heart sank. No matter how much he dressed up or tried to appear appealing to his mate, Winter would always mourn the loss. “But I love this look just as much.” Winter bit Dasani’s ear. “You look so damn fuckable.”