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

confused.
    “Would be happy that you found your mate, Styles.” Reese bumped shoulders with him. “I wouldn't give a fuck if Robby was an elephant with five tusks. He’s the one person fate thought would fit perfectly with you. Maybe they gave you Robby to help find your way. Who knows. But making him pay for something he didn’t do is asinine.”
    Reese was making perfect sense, but Styles had hated wolves his entire life. It wasn’t that easy to let it go. He wanted to make those responsible pay, but Reese was right, Styles was making the entire wolf breed pay for what had happened to him and his parents. Robby was his mate. Being a wolf did not define who he was. It was just a part of him.
    He knew he was trying to talk himself into this. Everything sounded so logical, so easy. So why was he hesitant to leave the steps and go to his room?
    “And since I’m the voice of reason, I think I should be rewarded.”
    Styles shoved his hand against Reese’s leg. “You’re not watching, perv.”
    “There is nothing perverted about wanting to see the beauty of male bodies and how they intertwine together.” Reese’s tone had grown serious. “Do you know how sensual watching two males making love is?”
    Okay, now Reese was getting way off topic and Styles did not want to go there. He stood, heading up the steps. “Later.” He would have to remember to lock his bedroom door.
    “Prude!” Reese shouted behind him and then Styles heard a deep laugh. The guy was persistent, but Styles wasn’t going to allow him to watch a damn thing. Although he had thought about having sex with Robby, Styles wasn’t sure what he was going to—he stopped dead in his tracks when he walked into his bedroom to see Robby bending over, pulling his pajama pants on.
    The man’s bared ass was showing before he slipped the fabric into place. But Styles had caught sight of the pale flesh before the man had covered it.
    And he couldn’t stop thinking about what he wanted to do with that nice ass. His canines had become heavy in his mouth as he felt an urge to bite. His cock grew to full length, his skin felt tight.
    “I’m sorry,” Robby said as he turned toward Styles, his hazel eyes widening a fraction. “I took longer than expected. But those dual shower heads were nirvana.” He ended his sentence with a smile.
    Styles pulled his eyes away from the man to notice a few candles were lit around the room. What was Robby planning?
    Robby waved his hand toward the closest candle. “It’s a ritual I have. I always light candles when I shower. It helps me relax. I’ll put them out.”
    “No,” Styles said a little too quickly. A momentary look of discomfort crossed Robby’s face. Styles knew he was flip-floppy with his moods and the guy probably didn’t know what he would do. “They’re…nice.”
    One corner of Robby’s mouth pulled into a slight smile. “You better be careful. Lighting candles when showering or taking a bath can become addictive. I usually put them in the bathroom with me, but I was afraid of setting the flowers on fire.”
    Styles felt his cheeks heat up when Robby mentioned those damn things. Once again he was waiting for the guy to tease him, but Robby busied himself by walking over by Styles, dropping to his knees, and zipping his suitcase back up.
    What was with him kneeling in front of Styles? Didn’t the guy know just how much that affected him? Was he aware of the captivating picture he made down there? Before he could blink his eyes, Robby had moved closer, placing his hands on Styles’s thighs. “What are you doing?”
    There was almost an imperceptible amount of pleading in Robby’s eyes. Styles held his breath as Robby ran his fingers up and down his thighs, his fingers moving closer and closer to the snap on Styles’s jeans.
    “I want to give, not take. Will you let me do that for you?”
    Styles’s head lifted and then lowered, panting so quickly that his mouth dried out. Slowly, he moved