When two become three, it’s guaranteed the earth will move.
Patrick’s life with his shifter mate Greg is idyllic. In love and lust, they exist in a wonderful bubble of contentment and satisfaction in the Redwood Forest, giving in to their needs and desires whenever the mood takes them.
Until one day Patrick stumbles across a wild dog. His wounds are shocking, but it’s even more sickening how he got them.
Neither Patrick nor Greg can abandon the poor creature and they take him into their home and their hearts. But when the new addition to their family turns out to be so much more than a dog, can they act on what their bodies are crying out for? Will a third man in their relationship upset the applecart? He certainly thinks it will and it seems he’ll need convincing otherwise.
About the Author
Lily Harlem lives in the UK with a workaholic hunk and a crazy cat. With a desk overlooking rolling hills her over active imagination has been allowed to run wild and free and she revels in using the written word as an outlet for her creativity. Lily's stories are made up of colourful characters exploring their sexuality and sensuality in a safe, consensual way. With the bedroom door left wide open the reader can hang on for the ride and Lily hopes by reading sensual romance people will be brave enough to try something new themselves? After all, life's too short to be anything other than fully satisfied.
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Copyright © Lily Harlem 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.
Patrick rested his hand on the hood of his Jeep and studied the engine. The source of the annoying rattle eluded him. Okay, he knew his vehicle was a cranky old thing. It always sounded like a shelf of pans in an earthquake when it motored up the hill to home, but still, a new noise coming from the engine was unsettling.
Not least because he didn’t have the tools here in the Redwood Shifters’ camp to fiddle and fix the way he’d used to in his previous life. Then he’d been a mechanic in the local garage, but that seemed a million years ago. Not that he was complaining—contentment was a nice way to live.
“You okay, babe?”
Strong arms wound around his waist and he leaned back against his mate, Greg. His heat and solidity was always comforting, no matter what the situation. Greg made Patrick’s world complete the way no one else ever could.
“There’s something clunking behind the radiator. I’m not sure what.”
“But the Jeep is still moving?”
“So don’t worry.”
Patrick sighed. “Trouble is, it’s the only vehicle here. I’m responsible for it. Imagine if we hadn’t had it when Julie went missing?”
“But we did.” Greg pressed a kiss to the top of Patrick’s head—standing at six and a half feet tall, it was easy for him. “So don’t sweat it.”
Patrick plucked a rag from his front pocket and wiped his hands as he stared at the oily engine. “I guess.”
Greg ran his palm over Patrick’s butt and squeezed his left cheek. He kept his lips close to Patrick’s head, just above his ear. “I have to go speak to Aleco, but then, as it’s Saturday, I thought we might head to town and grab some of that takeout you like.”
“That would be a treat.” Patrick smiled. Shifters didn’t often splash their money on takeout, but as one of the humans in the pack, Patrick appreciated it when Greg decided to.
“Pizza?” Greg suggested, slipping his hand to Patrick’s other buttock and massaging. “Will that do?”
“Good with me.” He arched his back a little and his cock stirred. Even though they’d been together over five years, whenever Greg touched him it was like their first time. He was just so good with his hands—and every other part of his anatomy, for that matter.
“As long as it means you have energy for some fun later, and you’re not all weighed down with food,” Greg murmured.
“I always have energy for you.” Patrick spun within Greg’s arms and slipped his arms around his waist. “But you know that.”
Greg smiled. His jaw was coated in a thick layer of black stubble and his craggy eyebrows hung low. In his dog form, he was a huge black creature with shaggy hair and sharp eyes. When Patrick had first seen him that way, he’d been more than a little scared.
“Good. I’ll catch you in a few.” He swept his lips over Patrick’s, his stubble brushing his chin.
“I’ll be in the cabin. I need to clean up.”
“I like you dirty.”
“Not this type of dirty.” Patrick laughed and pulled away, still holding the grubby rag. “See you in a minute.”
As he watched Greg walk toward Aleco’s house, Patrick’s cock swelled further. Damn, he was one lucky guy. His mate was not only the Beta male in the pack, he was the epitome of manhood. The ideal representation of strength, beauty and passion.
Sure, he took a bit of handling sometimes, like when Pedro had started to lose it when Julie had vanished, and when Davey had brought a mountain lion shifter into the camp. But that just kept life interesting. And Patrick had the measure of his mate. No one else could win him over, calm him down or handle his passion when it spilled over.
A shiver of desire wound up Patrick’s spine as he shut the hood of the Jeep. Going into town would be fun. He always enjoyed a trip there. But he wouldn’t be opposed to shutting the cabin door and having an early night, either. Just the two of them, naked, in bed, giving in to everything they craved from each other.
“Fuck it,” he muttered. Now he had a full-blown hard-on. He shook his head and frowned, then walked stiffly toward their cabin, which was situated just in front of Aleco’s and faced the horseshoe wall in the center of the camp. Jeans could be damn uncomfortable at times like this.
He nodded hi to Flo, who was fussing over her goats, and ignored the fact her gaze lingered on him a second too long. He wasn’t about to stop and explain that his mate had gotten him all hot under the collar in the middle of the day in the middle of the camp. He had to give an air of some self-control.
Opening the door, he stepped into the cool and glanced around at the dimly lit kitchen area. The Redwood forest was a beautiful place to live and Greg had made their cabin super comfortable. Patrick couldn’t imagine calling anywhere else home.
Needing relief from the pressure in his pants, he popped the upper two buttons on his jeans. He’d have a cool glass of water and get a handle on his desire. Then when Greg returned to the cabin, he’d be ready to go to town.
Oh, but what if he didn’t? What if Greg returned and decided not to waste a perfectly good erection? Patrick would happily bend over for him and take whatever Greg had to give.
“Will you just stop it.” Patrick tutted and moved to the sink. At this rate his hard-on would still be raging when Greg showed up.
He filled a tumbler with water and downed it then set about washing his hands. But as his fingers and palms filled with suds he clenched his buttocks. The week before, Greg had soaped him up in the shower, then fucked him. The smell of the soap brought memories flooding back. It had been hot, steamy and wild. Greg had roared as he’d come—no inhibitions, just raw passion.
He rinsed his hands then dried them.
As he hung the towel over a chair, the door opened.
Greg stepped in, his shadow spilling over the floor. He stilled when he saw Patrick standing in the middle of the kitchen, the top two buttons on his jeans undone and his cock straining the material.
“Something I should know about going on here?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.
Patrick said nothing. His balls tightened and his cock twitched. Damn it. He’d had ten minutes to get a grip and he hadn’t managed to. Now, his mate was looking at him like he was his next meal and the takeout was off the menu.
Not that it’s a problem.
Greg shut the cabin door then went to the window and pulled the thin curtain across it. The light still glowed through the material and sent fingers of sunshine over the wooden cabin walls. He then stepped up to Patrick and hooked his finger beneath his chin. “Seems you’ve been thinking about more than pizza.”
“Yeah.” Patrick nodded as Greg’s scent swirled around him—the outdoors, musk, pine needles. He swallowed and the smell laced his throat. “I have.”
“Are you gonna share?” Greg tipped his head and brought his face lower to Patrick’s.
“I was thinking…of last week…in the shower.”
A smile tugged at Greg’s lips. “Were you now?”