Who knew a welcome to the neighborhood gift could give Keith and Jason their chance at love?
Jason Grant runs his own IT business from home, owns his own home, and has the best friend he could imagine. What he doesn’t have, or believe he will ever have, is love. When Jason catches a glimpse of his new neighbor on moving day, his libido ignites and his fascination in piqued. He even manages to concoct an excuse to go over and meet the man who makes him hope and want for more than he has in years.
Keith Skyler is a shifter in a world where his kind is known to only a few, but they don’t often mix and they never mate. Keith has been hoping for a mate since before he can remember, but gay lynx don’t have true mates. As far as he knows, they don’t have mates at all. However, while moving his little family across Seattle—and away from their tribe—his reality tips and spins more than he thought possible.
When these two men meet over a dish of five-cheese broccoli-noodle casserole, sparks fly. Who knew a welcome to the neighborhood gift could give both of them their chance at love?
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“Jason?” Keith asked after
a few minutes of lying there quietly, holding Jason around his waist.
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry,” Keith mumbled
into his shoulder.
Sorry? “What for?”
“I’ve never lost control
like that. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he continued. “Be still and I’ll clean
you up.”
Jason lay there, trying to
figure out what Keith was referring to, but his mind drew a blank. All he could
think about was how wonderful and perfect being with Keith felt. When Keith
returned with a warm cloth and a towel, he wiped the spend and lube off Jason
from his navel to the top of his butt. He then produced another cloth and
dabbed carefully along Jason’s hip.
“Ow!” Jason snapped and
pulled away. Confused, he looked down and noted not only the marks he knew
would be finger-shaped bruises shortly but also four puncture marks just above
his hipbone. “What the hell?”
“I, um…. Be still and
close your eyes for a moment,” Keith murmured, not meeting his gaze. “Please.”
Even with the evidence
that Keith could, and had, hurt him, Jason still felt safe with Keith. He
nodded and closed his eyes, unsure why he did so. He gasped a moment later when
Keith’s tongue ran up his hip, slowly tracing the small cuts. Every time Keith
licked him, he moaned as a flash of heat ran up and down his spine in a way
he’d never felt before. The logical part of his brain wanted to push Keith
away, knowing that human mouths and wounds didn’t mix; the rest of him told
that part to shut the hell up and enjoy the moment.
“All better.” Keith’s
voice was soft and tentative, which it hadn’t been since they’d met.
Jason opened his eyes and
met Keith’s, again falling into the depths of the oceans within. “What?”
“I’ve waited for you,
waited for so long to find someone like you, and when I do, I go off and hurt
you the first time we’re together.” Keith whispered as if he were talking to
himself, not Jason, which confused him even more.
“I don’t understand,
Keith.”
“I know, just please
believe me when I say it wasn’t intentional.”
Jason thought about it
before he nodded. “It’s just a scratch, Keith. I’m the one who pushed you to be
rougher. Now,” he added, looking around the room, “you think we could find a
more comfortable place to cuddle than the floor?”
He didn’t want to move,
but the cold tile wasn’t doing anything good for him. Keith helped Jason pull
off the stubborn pants still clinging to one ankle. Jason then let out a yelp
when Keith fluidly stood and proceeded to scoop him off the floor and carry him
to the couch. Keith sat and pulled Jason between his thighs so Jason’s back
rested against his chest and loosely wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist.
“Um, you have no drapes
and we’re both still naked.”
“The only window with a
view to where we’re sitting now is yours, so unless you have someone at home,”
Keith rumbled, his tone turning possessive, “I don’t see the problem.”
Knowing Keith couldn’t see
him, Jason smiled, pleased at the words and tone. “No, no one lives there but
me. Not even a pet, unless you count my laptops,” he mumbled, post-sex lethargy
claiming him quickly.
“Good—now rest, Jay. We
can talk later.”
The last thing Jason felt
and heard before sleep claimed him was Keith’s warmth and what he could have
sworn was a cat purring.
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Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since.
Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, they has done many things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They lives in Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.
Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America, WisRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Tempe’s preferred pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves.
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