Author Charlie Richards
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Ruffling the Peacock's Feathers
Kontra's Menagerie: Book Twelve
Rueben Malone travels to a small town in Oregon, searching for his missing brother, Ricky. Since the police don't have any leads, he thinks it'll be difficult. Instead, Rueben finds Ricky holed up in the same motel as him, held by a group of men hiding...something. Rueben knows his brother has crazy conspiracy ideas and wants nothing to do with them. Once he's confirmed that Ricky's life isn't threatened, he decides his trip shouldn't be wasted, and seduces the sexy, slender blond, Lamar Jaworski. Rueben suddenly finds himself ensconced in his brother's conspiracy world. When Lamar, the one man who should be trying to help him understand, disappears, will Rueben take the opportunity to run?
Excerpt - Ruffling the Peacock's Feathers
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Rueben grinned largely and his gaze rested on Sam and Yuma. “Hello, again. So, did Ricky switch teams? Is he your boyfriend?” he asked, looking at Yuma.
Yuma shook his head, his lips curving into a wry grin. “No, your brother seems to be completely stuck on the wrong side of the fence.” He shook his head. “Too bad, really. He’s just Sam’s type,” he said, poking his friend, still settled in his chair happily eating his Chinese.
At that, Sam snorted, cutting a look at a now-frowning Ricky. “He’s kidding, dude.”
Suddenly, Lamar found himself the recipient of a smoldering stare from his mate. “How about you, sweet stuff? Are you available? My foot may be busted, but I can still give you a hot night you’ll never forget,” he said, winking lasciviously.
Lamar’s heart pounded in his chest at the knowledge his mate found him attractive. He opened his mouth, searching his stuttering brain for an appropriate response.
“You horn ball,” Ricky interrupted. “Always thinkin’ with your dick. You’ll **** anything on two legs. Anything male, anyway,” he added in a grumble.
Completely unremorseful, Rueben grinned widely. “That just means I’ve had plenty of experience.” He swept Lamar’s body with a heated gaze. “I know how to please my lover.”
Clenching his jaw, Lamar struggled to control his responses. He was a private person, for the most part. Even when the gang had gone to bars to pick up men, Lamar had rarely indulged. Rueben was obviously not that way. It sounded like he was a player. Lamar hadn’t ever thought his mate would be virginal, but internally he grimaced. He wasn’t sure he could handle having his sex life as gossip fodder.
He needed time to think, and he couldn’t do that around the heavy pheromones this guy was putting off.
Clearing his throat, Lamar murmured, “Tempting offer. Perhaps I’ll give it some thought.” He shifted his gaze to Kontra and saw his alpha’s questioning look. “I’d like to take a walk." Although he said it as a statement, his alpha recognized it for what it was. A request to head to Vail’s father’s place who lived in the forest, and shift and stretch his peacock’s wings.
“Of course,” Kontra said. He looked at Sam and Yuma. “Why don’t you two head out, too.” Which meant, Go with him.
Lamar didn’t mind, at least not much. He’d need someone to talk to.
Surprisingly, Vail grinned. “I’d like to visit my dad for a bit. You okay here, babe?” he said, resting a hand on Draven’s shoulder.
“Of course,” Draven responded, cupping Vail’s jaw and pressing a quick kiss to the man’s lips.
“Now that looks like a fantastic idea,” Rueben murmured.
Rueben gripped Lamar’s arm in a firm grasp and tugged him close. Taken by surprise, Lamar didn’t fight him. Seconds later, he found himself pulled tight against the much bigger man’s solid chest. Rueben wrapped his free hand around the nape of Lamar’s neck, lowered his head, and claimed Lamar’s mouth possessively.
Instinct to submit to his mate caused Lamar to open quickly to Rueben’s questing tongue. Rueben plundered his mouth, tilting their heads to get deeper. Lamar gripped Rueben’s biceps, not caring that he was clinging as he sucked Rueben’s tongue.
When breathing became paramount, Rueben jerked up his head and stared down at Lamar, his expression somewhat dazed. “Fucking hell, you are sweet. I’m in room one-oh-eight, baby. Swing by when you’re done with your walk.”
Lamar stiffened. His face flamed. Mate or not, he couldn’t believe his behavior. He eased away. For a second, Rueben’s grip tightened, then released him.
“I’ve got to go,” Lamar mumbled. Unable to meet anyone’s gaze, he turned and hustled from the room.
Adult Excerpt - Ruffling the Peacock's Feathers
After nearly fifteen minutes of eating in silence,Rueben picked up a crab Rangoon, dipped it in sauce, and held it to Lamar’s lips. The blond opened his mouth, but when he leaned forward to bite, Rueben painted the man’s lips with the red sauce. Just as a hint of frustration darkened Lamar’s blue eyes, Rueben slipped his free hand around the man’s neck and pulled him forward into a sloppy kiss.
He licked the sauce off Lamar’s upper lip, then sucked on his lower one. Sweeping his tongue into Lamar’s mouth, he enjoyed the taste of food and man. Rueben pulled Lamar’s tongue into his own and sucked softly, liking the way the man whimpered into his mouth.
Fuck, that’s hot!
Suddenly, Lamar wrenched his mouth away. “Shit! Wait,” he gasped. “Gotta put the foodaway.”
“Uh…” Rueben slowly released him, his brows creasing. Lamar was thinking about the food? Of course, when he looked down, he understood why. The edge of the ham fried rice carton appeared to be digging into the man’s thigh.“Right. Just put it on the table and get back here,”he growled.
He watched as Lamar started to carefully close the containers and place them into the room’s mini fridge. “Lamar,” he snapped.
Lamar jerked upright, releasing the fridge door, which automatically swung closed. “What?”
“Don’t make me come over there and get you,” he warned. Then, using his most commanding tone, he ordered, “Get over here, now.”
To his surprise, Lamar actually shuddered and flushed, then slowly moved to the side of the bed.
Smiling slightly at the response, Rueben picked up a packet of honey that’d fallen out of the napkin wrapper, handed the last carton—the shrimp low mien, if he remembered correctly—to Lamar, then shoved the rest of the stuff off the bed. Lamar’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, staring at him in stunned silence.
“Put that on the nightstand,” he insisted, pointing. Once Lamar obeyed, Rueben crooked a finger at him and said, “Take off your clothes and then lie on the bed. I’m ready for dessert, and you’re it.”
“Oh,” Lamar gasped.
His fingers trembled, but he did as told. Unbuttoning his shirt, Lamar bared a lean, hairless torso, his peck muscles clearly defined, though not overdone. The fine lines continued up a lean neck to high cheekbones.
Rueben figured Lamar wouldn’t appreciate being called that, but that was the best way to describe the man’s almost delicate features. There was no way he’d be called androgynous. He was definitely masculine, but his features really made him…well, lovely.
Once the man laid down, Rueben shoved off his sweats, ignoring the slight pain in his ankle, letting his cock spring free. His sweats would never be considered restrictive, but even the loose release of pressure felt amazing. A glance down showed his cock head was already glistening with pre-cum.
Rueben tore the little tube of honey open, then wiggled down the bed a bit until he was even with the long, hard, slender shaft bobbing up from Lamar’s lightly-curled groin. Licking his lips in anticipation, Rueben drizzled the cool, sticky liquid onto Lamar’s hard-on.