Free RufflingThePeacocksFeathers by Charlie Richards

to talk because we need to, we need to figure out our relationship.”
    Growling low in his throat, Rueben rolled to his knees, reached out to Lamar, and grabbed his right thigh. Then, using his hold, Rueben yanked Lamar. He tumbled to his backside and felt himself slide along the grass. When he stopped, he found himself between Rueben’s spread thighs.
    “Rueben?” he gasped, staring up into his mate’s glimmering green eyes.
    “We did it your way last time, Lamar. Talking first and fucking second, and this is where it got us. This time, we do it my way.” A feral grin spread across Rueben’s lips. “Talking is overrated. I want your ass, Lamar.” With his free hand, Rueben pulled a single use packet of lube and a condom from his pocket. “I’ve waited too long to have it again.”
    “You…you want me, even though I bonded us without permission? I didn’t mean to,” he added quickly. “I just…I don’t know how it happened. It shouldn’t have happened. Can you ever forgive me?”
    Rueben released Lamar’s thigh, then rested a hand on either side of his head, lowering his head until they were only inches apart. “Lamar…that was my fault. Admittedly, I didn’t realize my actions bonded us, but it was still me. If anyone should be asking forgiveness, it’s me.”
    Lamar’s jaw popped open. It was my mate’s fault? How could that be ? “What?”
    “But I’m not going to ask forgiveness. Do you know why?” Rueben continued, as if Lamar hadn’t spoken.
    “Why? How? What?” Damn, he needed to get his brain in gear and get past these one word questions.
    “Because it kept me from leaving,” Rueben admitted. “I sat in a bar at the edge of town for a good hour, Lamar, but somehow, I couldn’t get myself to keep going.” He rested his forehead against Lamar’s, peering deep into Lamar’s eyes. “I had to come back, had to see you again. It suddenly became more important than anything.”
    “Oh,” he whispered. “Wow.” Rueben felt the pull that strongly? Of course, he did. They were mates.
    “Yeah, wow,” Rueben murmured. “And now, enough talking.”
    Lamar didn’t have the option to respond. Rueben captured his mouth, thrusting his tongue into Lamar’s mouth. At first, Lamar tensed. They were out in the open, even if shielded by the woods. Anyone could stumble upon them.
    Rueben’s hand slid down his shoulder, over his chest, and plucked his nipple. Lamar moaned, his back arching as he pushed into Rueben’s fingers where they tugged and twisted the hardened nub.
    Whimpering, Lamar sank into his mate’s touch. His tension melted away as he wrapped one arm around Rueben’s waist and the other around his neck. He bucked his hips up, his hardened cock rubbing against the crotch of Rueben’s jeans. The rough fabric against his prick sent shudders through his body.
    Rueben plundered his mouth, thrusting his tongue deep, licking his roof, sucking his tongue. Lamar sank into the embrace, giving himself over to his mate’s ministrations. As desire and lust flooded Lamar, his cock oozed and dripped, and he could think of nothing but getting his mate’s dick in his ass. He wanted—needed—to feel that connection.
    “Please,” he begged. “Need you.”
     
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    His lover’s needy look nearly caused Rueben to come in his pants. If the whole mate thing, the pull he felt, the desire to touch, hold, even possess, hadn’t been explained to him—by his brother, of all people, in a little wayside bar near the edge of town—he never would have understood what the hell was going on with him.
    “My lover,” Rueben crooned, releasing Lamar’s nipple and getting back to his knees. He yanked his t-shirt over his head and worked the fly of his jeans, then shoved them and his briefs halfway down his hips, allowing his rock-hard dick to spring free.
    Wrapping his hand around his shaft, Rueben admired Lamar’s lean, compact body. He liked the smaller man’s