Free Paws for Change by Charlie Richards Page B

Once visibly clean, he rinsed out the towel, and returned to Derek.
    Seeing his mate completely naked, his mostly flaccid dick lying against his left thigh, Dillan nearly swallowed his tongue. He paused for an instant and admired the view as Derek rubbed his once again dirty shirt over his abs.
    Dillan wasn’t certain what Derek did to work out, but it showed. His abs were even more defined than his own. His arm muscles bulged. His thick thighs looked like he spent hours every day doing leg presses.
    “Holy shit, Derek,” Dillan whispered, finding his tongue. Seeing Derek pause and look up at him in surprise, he smiled in appreciation. His mate had no idea of his appeal. “You are fucking stunning, handsome. I thought you were a lawyer. Do you spend the rest of your time in the gym?”
    Derek’s cheeks pinked and he looked down at his own body. “Uh, just, you know, to work out to blow off steam.”
    “Well, it certainly shows,” Dillan stated, closing the distance between them. “Here.” Without asking, Dillan pressed the warm, wet cloth to Derek’s abs. He smiled upon hearing his mate’s sharply indrawn breath, but that didn’t stop him from rubbing the cloth over his skin. Lifting his gaze to Derek’s wide brown eyes, Dillan narrowed his own and huskily whispered, “Part of the fun is clean-up afterward.”
    Derek grunted. His chest heaved as his breathing sped up and the abs under Dillan’s touch quivered. When Dillan lowered the cloth to gently rub his mate’s cock and balls, Derek moaned. To Dillan’s pride, his mate’s prick stirred, reacting to his touch.
    Gasping, Derek pulled away from him. Putting a couple of steps between them, he grabbed his jeans and started yanking them on. “Th-That’s good.”
    Dillan met Derek’s furtive glances, hoping he looked innocent...sort of. Derek’s face again flushed pink, betraying his innocence. Dillan truly loved that about his mate. While a grown man, his mate still had a somewhat limited, innocent view of sex.
    Shrugging, Dillan stated, “I do love how you respond to me, Derek. I can’t resist touching you.”
    “Well, uh, your-your godson is waiting, uh, what’s his name?”
    “Edwin. His name is Edwin Aldridge,” Dillan told him, tossing the towel in the basket beside the washer. He noted Derek had helped himself and threw his t-shirt in there as well. Dillan liked that. “Edwin’s partner is Byron Ziegler. I’m not certain if Byron’s half-sister Diana will be with them. She was the one on the motorcycle with me yesterday. She’d never been on one before and wanted a ride.”
    “O-Okay.”
    As Dillan pulled up sweats into a comfortable position low on his hips, he headed toward the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “If you want to go to my bedroom, you’re welcome to rummage through my drawers for a shirt.” He paused in the doorway and turned back to grin widely at his lover. “Of course, none of them would be surprised to find that we’re both shirtless, so don’t get dressed because you think they expect modesty.”
    Without waiting for a response, Dillan headed through the door into the kitchen. He took a moment to start a new pot of coffee, then he headed to the front door. Opening it, Dillan stepped out on the front porch.
    Dillan spotted Edwin and Byron arguing in front of a vehicle he didn’t recognize. Edwin had his hands on his hips and scowled at Byron. Byron wore a long-suffering expression as he reached out, placed his hands on Edwin’s upper arms, and rubbed them.
    Hearing Edwin say his name as well as some human and Derek and trust him, Dillan decided to give the couple a minute. Looking around, he spotted Diana sitting on the front porch swing. She had her foot on the railing and gently rocked the swing. Diana smirked at him.
    Dillan crooked a finger and beckoned her. She rose, so he backed up a step and headed back into the house. He waited in the foyer and made certain she left the door open. Eventually, Edwin