Free Renner Morgan by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page B

grinder he’d been with, but that only took him right back to Caleb since he’d thought of him the entire time. Even though he knew it wasn’t healthy, he found himself picturing Caleb on the loveseat with his suggestive smile and his tightly packed trousers.
    McBride imagined himself sitting next to him and talking until the other men drifted away, leaving him and Caleb alone in the parlor. The lights were dim, the only sound the soft ticking of the massive clock over the mantle. Caleb would yawn and stretch, forcing his shirt to cling to his chest, drawing McBride’s attention to his hips. With taunting slowness, Caleb would ease his zipper down and free his beast.
    McBride was just to the point where he was leaning over to get a mouthful when he heard the door open. It wasn’t a loud bang like a normal entrance would be, but a sly snick and a gentle whoosh of air.
    Irritated, McBride left off his fondling and waited for the other man to leave. He about jumped out of his skin when the door to his stall started to swing inward.
    “Occupied,” he called forcefully.
    “I know.”
    Damn . It was Caleb. Rather than struggle to hold the door closed, which probably wouldn’t work when he was clearly determined, McBride gave up and let him come in.
    “What do you want?” He kept his tone harsh. McBride would have put his hands on his hips, but that would only show Caleb exactly what he’d been doing in the privacy of the stall.
    Caleb closed the door behind him and then engaged the bolt.
    “Caleb, this has grown tiresome. You had your chance and you decided that—”
    One touch of Caleb’s hand against his cock cut McBride off. He wanted to say something but couldn’t get his mouth to engage until Caleb pressed close and kissed him. Rather than speak, he kissed back. Every longing he’d felt for him seemed to erupt into one hot kiss. In the heat of the moment, McBride didn’t care that they were in the bathroom, or that his future mate was sitting in the parlor. He wanted Caleb so badly he was shaking.
    They ground their bodies together, deepening the kiss until they were growling at one another. Hungry to have him, McBride shoved Caleb away then turned him so he faced the wall. Before he could react, McBride rammed his body against Caleb’s, groaning when his cock dug into the split of his ass. Without clothing, he’d have his prick buried in him. All he was doing now was torturing the both of them. Rocking his hips, McBride dug his fingertips into Caleb, holding him pinned as he grew ever closer to release.
    At the very last second, he realized if he kept up his vigorous thrusting he was going to cream all over the inside of his dress slacks and possibly all over the back of Caleb’s. There would be no way of hiding what they’d done. As difficult as it was to step back, McBride managed. What helped him was remembering the way Caleb had spit out his blood in the shower. McBride knew he’d done it to prevent them from bloodbonding, but it had still hurt. It was why he’d wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after their kiss in the yard.
    “You made your choice, Caleb.” McBride stepped out of the stall. “You only want me now because you know I want Quintus.”
    “I made a mistake.” Caleb was right on his heels.
    “It’s too late now.” McBride adjusted his clothing, using the long cut of his jacket to cover his erection. Next time he felt the need to pleasure himself he’d retire to his room. And he’d be sure to lock the door when everyone, especially Caleb, felt like he could simply walk on in.
    “It’s not too late.”
    “It is.” McBride clung to the idea that making Quintus his mate would put everything back to rights. Perhaps not the entire world, but certainly his little corner of it. “I’m making Quintus my true companion, so you’d better get used to the idea.”

Chapter 8

    Renner had never felt so awkward in his life. He’d sat through dinner doing his best not to stare