Author Charlie Richards
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Mutegi's Sweet One
Kontra's Menagerie: Book One
Mutegi Atieno is shocked to discover that the man stranded on the side of the road in a broken down truck is his mate. When his first assumption is proved incorrect and he learns that the woman and baby with Ben Moore are not his wife and daughter, Mutegi realizes he actually has a shot at claiming the human. But first Mutegi and his friends need to save the trio from Ben’s sister’s sadistic ex-husband. A difficult task considering the man has chased Ben and Cassie across three states to steal his daughter back even though the courts deemed him unfit. If Mutegi manages to find a way to save the siblings from the madman, can he also figure out how to tell his human mate that he’s a shifter?
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Mutegi snarled at the hands Adam had on his mate and without thought, started toward them. A hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he turned to glare at whoever held him. His anger faded when he saw Kontra’s concerned gaze. “Mutegi? What’s wrong?” the big biker asked quietly.
Letting out a sigh, he released as much tension as he could. “Ben is my mate,” he muttered under his breath, praying his words didn’t carry to the others. He wasn’t yet ready to share the information that his mate was a married straight human.
“I see,” Kontra murmured. “We’ll keep an eye on them for a few days and see if he feels the connection, too.”
Mutegi grimaced. “Even if he does, he is married and straight. There is no way I will break up a family.”
Kontra nodded, but didn’t say anything. They both watched Cassie leap onto the Triumph Thunderbird Storm behind Yuma, a borrowed helmet on her head and a grin on her face.
Adam walked over and slapped him on the back. “All set here. Let’s rock.”
“Why did you offer to fix their truck for cost?” Mutegi asked as they walked to their bikes. “That is a bit generous for you,” he pointed out.
Grinning, Adam pulled his helmet over his pale blond locks and leaned toward him. Keeping his voice low he said, “Awe, I could fix that head in a couple of hours, but this way, you get a chance to claim your mate.”
Mutegi stood in stunned silence as Adam winked and brought his Harley to life. Feeling better than he had since he realized Ben was his mate, he chuckled and settled on his bike. Revving his hog, he sped forward, once again taking point and leading the group down the road.
Ben wrapped the blanket around his niece’s head. Holding her tight to his chest, he hunched over and leaned close to the man in front of him to block the wind. He saw his sister’s arms wrapped tightly around Yuma’s body, chattering away to the man. He didn’t understand how she could be so relaxed after everything she’d been through. He was wrapped tighter than a spring and looking forward to hiding out at his parent’s for a while. He spotted the back of Mutegi in the distance and his pulse sped up. His strong attraction to the exotic African didn’t help.
He’d been shocked to see the big biker’s ease with his friend’s homosexuality, but there was no way he’d want a plain, slender guy with no work prospects and family problems crushing on him. Mutegi exuded masculinity. Fortunately, the bikers thought he and his sister were married. If they looked too closely, they’d see the family resemblance, but he couldn’t imagine them caring enough to do so. They were just being kind to strangers, which went against everything he’d ever heard about bikers. Of course, he’d never really hung around them, so what did he know, right?
“Are you doing all right back there?”
“Yeah. Thanks for letting us hitch a ride,” he replied, grateful they’d had a helmet that fit him. The intercoms between them were really cool. “Do you know how far to the next city?”
“I just spotted a sign for La Junta in twenty miles.” Muleki’s accented voice came over the intercom, sending Ben’s heart tripping into double time. “How is your babe holding up? We know this is not the best mode of transportation for her.”
The man’s strict pronunciation and the way he didn’t use contractions told Ben that English wasn’t his first language, and he thought it sounded sexy as hell. With a mental shake of his head, he forced himself to reply. “She’s fine. We appreciate your willingness to help. Who knows how long we’d have sat there if you hadn’t come.”
Adam’s voice piped through the system next. “How long ago did you and the little woman get hitched?”
Before he could come up with a lie, Cassie did the unthinkable. She corrected them.
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“I do not consider this a one night stand, Ben,” Mutegi said.
Ben’s eyes widened. “You don’t? But--”
“We will talk about that later,” he interrupted. “Right now, I want to see these.” He skimmed his hands up Ben’s ribcage and tweaked a nipple with each thumb.
“Oh!” Ben gasped as the light bite of pain from his nipple rings sent delicious sparks down to his balls.
“What a surprise, my sweet one,” Mutegi growled. “Let me see them.”
Only too happy to comply, Ben gripped the bottom of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Mutegi lifted his hands from his body just long enough to accommodate the move, and then he settled his hands on Ben’s warm skin, and flicked the tiny silver hoops in his nipples again. Ben gasped and arched into the delicious torture. “Yeah,” he groaned.
“Very, very nice, Ben,” Mutegi grunted. “Any other piercings I should know about?”
Trying to collect his thoughts, it took Ben a second to shake his head. “No. Just these.” He let out a hiss when Mutegi gripped one ring and tugged gently. “Argg! That’s good.” His cock jerked in his jeans and he could feel a bead of pre-cum ooze from his slit. Feeling like he’d end up with permanent marks on his dick, he dropped a hand to his waist and popped the first button.
“Mmm, that is right, my sweet. Open those up so I can see how much my touch affects you.”
The low growled words sent another wave of pleasure sparking along his spine, and Ben scrabbled to obey, suddenly pleased he’d forgone underwear. Yanking open the button fly jeans with a practiced twist of his wrist, he let out a sigh of relief as his cock sprang free. He lifted his hips and Mutegi helped shove them down and he kicked them off.
“Yours off,” he gasped out as Mutegi gripped Ben’s cock in one calloused hand.
Mutegi grinned and stepped away. Ben wanted to complain at the sudden loss of stimulation, but then the big man ran one hand down his darkly skinned, broad chest, flicking a nipple in the process. His gaze was riveted to where Mutegi’s hands rested on the top of his jeans. Slowly, he slipped the button from the hole and lowered the zipper. The flaps of the jeans pressed apart by the force of the thick erection encased in cotton boxer briefs.
Ben’s mouth watered at the size of the cock in front of him and he desperately wanted a taste. Sitting up, he reached a hand toward Mutegi before hesitating and glancing up at him. He gasped at the sizzling look on the man’s face.
“Touch me, Ben.” Mutegi’s growl sounded almost like begging.
He didn’t have to be asked twice. Ben gripped the edges of the man’s underwear and slipped it gently down Mutegi’s hips. He couldn’t hold back the moan at the beautiful sight before him. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, taking in the thick, nine inch uncut cock. He caressed the skin of the stalk, feeling the silkiness of the engorged flesh. The dark head had a red hue and the foreskin had pulled away from the head, revealing a large pearl of moisture.
His own cock jerked between his legs at the magnificent sight and Ben leaned forward and scooped up the bead with his tongue. Mutegi shuddered, a low moan escaping his throat. Emboldened and amazed that this sexy guy seemed to want him so much, Ben wrapped his hand around the dick, squeezing firmly, and opened his mouth and sucked in the head.