About Dogged Pursuit
by Berengaria Brown
45 pages / 10250 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-084-8
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After two hundred years as a werewolf, Dwyer is sure of one thing: gay
weres don't have mates. That bond is for male-female pairs alone. So when
the scent of Nelson starts to drive Dwyer crazy, he's sure that the whisper
of "mate" in his mind is just an unfortunate side effect cause by Halloween
and the full moon. Besides, Nelson is all too human.
Nevertheless, Halloween night finds them taking a romantic stroll together.
When an impulsive moment reveals Dwyer's true nature to Nelson, will their
fledgling bond be snapped?
Sample
Nelson was struggling to concentrate on what he was saying. Am I even
making sense anymore? All he could think about was Mr. Tall, Dark, and
Handsome sitting beside him and the huge cock the driver was displaying.
It had been six months since he and Sam had split up. Four months with
only his hand before he'd caved and bought a dildo, something he'd sworn
he'd never do. A dildo he kept in a locked drawer so none of his friends
would ever see it. But how he longed for a hot, hard cock powering up
inside him and a hot, hard body to hold close to him.
Well, this Dwyer -- Mr. Dwyer? Dwyer something? -- surely had a huge
cock and a hard body. He was ripped. That black T-shirt couldn't hide
his muscled chest. His arms were strong, shoulders broad, and thighs --
oh, yum! His thighs stretched his black jeans to the limit. Judging by
the size of the hard on, he was either hung like a horse or had a
serious case of blue balls. And I want him!
Whoa! Where did that come from? Five minutes' conversation and I want
him in my bed? Well yes, I do. Thick, dark, curly hair, eyes as black as
sin, skin tanned a deep bronze. A totally delicious package. Just like
the totally delicious package between his legs. Get your mind out of his
pants! Oh, but how I'd love to have my hand in his pants. To feel that
huge dick. I bet it's harder than a rock. I bet his come tastes real
nice, too.
Nelson suddenly realized there was silence in the car. He looked at
Dwyer, wondering if he'd missed a question or something, but Dwyer was
looking straight ahead, concentrating on the traffic. With a start,
Nelson noticed they were only ten minutes from his office. What's the
etiquette here? Can I ask him for his business card? His cell number? I
probably can't just say, "Wanna fuck tonight?"
"We're almost at your office. What's the building look like?" asked
Dwyer.
"Gray concrete, like so many others. But there's a very small courtyard
out front with some seats and trees and a semi-circular drive, so you
should be able to let me out right there."
"Sounds like a plan. How are you getting back to pick up your SUV
tonight?"
"Yeah, that's a bit of a problem. None of the guys I work with live out
that way, and none of my friends who live near me work up in this part
of the city. Figured I'd have to get a taxi."
"I can pick you up if you want. But the timing will be tight. You'll
need to leave work right at five so we can get you back to do the
paperwork before the place closes."
"You'd do that for me? That'd be great. I can leave by five. I'll just
tell them I'll make up the time at home. They all know about this
seatbelt recall. Couple of the guys have been making jokes about it all
week. Here, I'll give you my cell number."
Dwyer handed Nelson his card as well, then pulled up outside Nelson's
office.
A minute later, Nelson was collecting his briefcase and laptop and
heading into the building, his heart beating fast at the knowledge he'd
be seeing Dwyer again in just a few short hours.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll get fucked tonight by the hottest man in town.
Woo hoo!