Free Hitched by Mia Watts, Katie Blu Page A

or a,” he closed his eyes and opened them again, “toilet paper dispenser.”
    “Exactly.”
    “That’s why she hates dogs.”
    “Yeah,” Bruce agreed. “They get confused and start marking her as their territory.”
    “And it’s why she always smells like hardwood.”
    Bruce grinned. “You noticed that?”
    “What about you? How are you different?”
    “I’m not limited. Like all true faeries, we can manipulate things based on the energy found in nature. We need it, actually. I have wings. I also stabilize Willow. That’s another quirk of the gift. The Harpers can’t control their talent. It just happens.”
    “That would complicate a lot,” Kane deadpanned.
    Bruce gave a murmur of agreement.
    “So making love to Willow means you always have to be there,” Kane concluded.
    “It’s not a death sentence, Agent Wilcox.”
    Kane lifted his eyes, meeting Bruce’s intense gaze. “I’m not a guy who goes for other guys.”
    “I’m not another guy. I’m a faery. We’ve had a whole discussion about it.”
    “But you’re male.”
    Bruce walked to him. “I’m male,” he agreed. “Faeries don’t give a shit what sex someone is. If it feels good, we do it. No judgments. We’re also built for beauty, and if we really want someone, they don’t resist. It’s probably Willow’s influence that I haven’t tried to coerce you. I seem to have this soft spot for her. In this case it means, I want you to want me because of who I am, not because I can get you to want me supernaturally.”
    “Thank you,” Kane answered, his gaze holding Bruce’s.
    “I do want you, though.”
    “I know. I heard you over the wire.”
    “You aren’t freaking out,” Bruce noted.
    “I’m flattered and really not too sure what I think about it.”
    “That’s fair.”
    “Will you let me show you something?” Bruce asked. “There are other things about being a faery that are different.”
    Kane grudgingly nodded.
    Bruce closed the space between them. Kane stiffened but tried to keep his ground despite the man-size faery invading his space. Tentatively, Bruce lifted his chin. Kane saw the kiss coming and fought with himself to let Bruce do it. It went against how he thought of himself, but Kane was curious what kissing a man would feel like. So he tamped down the urge to walk away.
    Bruce’s smooth, unmarked beauty did set him apart from other men. His distinct, delicate yet pronounced bone structure should have looked feminine, yet it didn’t. His lips were full and perfectly shaped, the seam coming together in a cupid’s bow curve. This close, his black eyes still didn’t differentiate between pupil and iris. They were simply solid black, deep, mysterious and sensual.
    Their lips touched. There was no overt pressure from Bruce, as though he recognized Kane’s need to analyze everything that was happening right now. Their lips touched a second time. Kane felt slightly proud of himself for holding still. He was charmed when Bruce’s cheeks flushed, and his eyelids dropped to half mast.
    Kissing Bruce felt softer than he’d imagined. Not that he’d imagined it, because what straight guy would, he mentally scoffed. But okay, he’d imagined it and kissing Bruce far surpassed that. It was like kissing a woman, but different.
    Bruce flicked his tongue out. It startled Kane to realize his lips were already parted, and the feather light tickle of tongue touched his. Curiosity overwhelmed him as a hint of honey drew him to taste Bruce in return.
    Kane tilted his head just enough to make their mouths fit better. It caught Bruce off guard because he made a small sound at the back of his throat, and all Kane could think was, I did that. It emboldened him. There it was again, honey. Bruce tasted like honey, but not like any honey he’d ever had before. It was enthralling.
    Before he realized what he was doing, Kane had Bruce in a full lip lock, his arms wrapped tightly around him, one hand buried in Bruce’s impossibly