Free Loving Styles [Brac Village 12] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen

away with it.”
    Reese nodded. “He’s pissed that Steele has mated. Not that he doesn’t like Diablo and love his nephew, but the days when both of them fucked the same guy are over.”
    Styles thought about the random sex he had over the years, the quickies, or the times when he got off and left. He couldn’t even remember any names. It had always been just an act for him, nothing more. His feelings had never been invested.
    Glancing up toward the balcony that led to his bathroom, Styles knew that was about to change. His feelings toward Robby were changing in ways he never thought possible. Styles wanted to be with the guy.
    Maybe he would play hard to get a while longer. He really did like getting flowers sent to him and he absolutely loved he ransom notes. God, he was a twisted fuck.
    But twisted or not, Styles knew he was fighting a battle he wasn’t going to win. Robby had wormed his way into Styles’s life and he honestly couldn’t imagine himself pushing the man away any longer.
    “You’re going to mate him, aren’t you?” Reese asked with a shitty ass grin on his face. “Mates will do that to you.”
    Reese wasn’t mated, but Styles knew the guy was on the lookout. Every shifter wanted a mate. From what he had heard over the years, a mate was like having the other part of a person’s soul given to them.
    Styles wasn’t sure if that was true, but he could say that having Robby close, he was starting to feel as though the man had become an integral part of his life.
    God, who knew that Styles would fall just from having flowers sent to him and chicken sent with a ransom note?

Chapter Seven
     
    Styles walked upstairs, inhaling a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. He knew what he was walking into. Robby was naked in his room, or mostly. The only thing the man took out to wear was a pair of pajama pants, and those were thin as hell.
    It was a balmy night and Styles was hot himself, but it didn’t help that some of that heat was from the need burning in his loins. Styles could feel the heaviness inside of him to take Robby, to fuck the man until the hunger for the guy abated.
    His steps slowed until he was just standing there on the staircase, curling his fingers around the wood as he tried to get his libido back under control. Styles still couldn’t believe that Robby was a wolf and he was thinking about having sex with the man.
    Had Robby gotten to him that badly? Had those mementoes meant that much? Styles knew they had. Those damn flowers meant the world to him, even though they shouldn’t. Turning, Styles took a seat on the step, rubbing his hand over his jaw.
    “I thought you would be running up there.”
    Tilting his head back, Styles glared at his approaching friend. “Stop stalking me.”
    “You wish,” Reese said as he took a seat next to Styles. “What’s on your mind?”
    Styles’s left eyebrow rose a fraction. “What, are you my damn shrink now?”
    “Nope,” Reese replied as he leaned back and rested his arms on the steps. “Just wondering why you’re leaving Robby in your room while you sit here like a man in conflict.”
    Styles hated that Reese could read him so well. He had been around the man too damn long. Stretching his legs out, Styles wondered how to say what he wanted to say without actually saying it. “Robby is a wolf.”
    Reese’s lips curved upward. “Yeah, I kind of scented that on him.”
    “I hate wolves,” Styles reminded Reese as he set his chin in a stubborn line. “Why would fate give me a wolf for a mate when the fucking breed has done me so wrong?”
    Reese sat forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Has Robby done anything wrong to you?”
    “No.”
    “Then I think it’s about time you start blaming the ones responsible and not the entire race. I’ve meet some pretty damn decent wolves since I’ve been here. Place the blame where it belongs.”
    “But my parents—” Styles turned away, hating that he was so fucking