Savage Awakenings

This had to be some sick punishment from the gods. All his life Rat had jumped from bed to bed, fucking whoever he wanted. Not once had he thought twice about it. Now he had the one man who was off limits throwing himself at Rat like an eager cub in desperate need of a spanking and he couldn't take advantage of it.

Rat didn't say anything as he led the way to the dressing room. All the while, his mind continued to work over the problem that was Keegan. It wasn't as if Rat hadn't played around with Mitchell's kin before. There had been a one-night stand with Brent years ago and a recent not-so-secret crush on Jacyn. Somehow, Rat had a feeling Mitchell wouldn't be so forgiving where Keegan was concerned. Not only was Keegan one of the babies of the families, but he hadn't even gone through his first shift.

That made him innocent, vulnerable and most definitely off limits.

Once they got to the dressing room, Rat led the way. Although the place looked deserted, he still checked all the rooms to make sure it was clear. He turned around to tell Keegan he could go in, only to find the man had stepped in behind him so close they were inches from touching.

Keegan tossed his armful of clothes into the room, obviously not bothered that they ended up in a messy pile in the center of the room. Reaching out, he hooked his fingers through the belt loops of Rat's pants and pulled him closer.

Even though Rat knew he should step back, then walk the other way, he remained rooted in place. The warmth of Keegan's body seeped through the layers of their clothes. It took all of Rat's self-control not to wrap his arms around Keegan and pull him in even closer. "You need to quit wasting time," Rat admonished, although his order sounded weak, even to his own ears.

"Then why don't you come in and help me?" Keegan tilted his face so his lips were temptingly close.

All Rat would have to do is dip his head slightly and he'd finally get to know what the Jaguar tasted like. "Stop playing games that you won't be able to finish," Rat warned. Since his rebuffs hadn't swayed Keegan, maybe some good old-fashioned fear would do the trick.

Keegan leaned forward so his lips were just inches from Rat's ear. "Who says I have to finish? It could all be about you. All you have to do is lean against the wall while I get down on my knees and really show you how good I am."

Yes, this had to be some cruel punishment from above. How else could Rat have found himself refusing a blowjob from someone as sweet of Keegan?

"Please," Keegan nearly whined. His hand drifted down to brush against Rat's aching cock. "I can feel that you want it as much as I do."

"Someone needs to teach you that we can't always let our cocks rule our lives." If someone had told Rat twenty-four hours ago that he'd utter such a sentence, he would have laughed in their face. Until now, his life had been all about answering the needs of his dick.

Keegan stepped back.

The snarky look in his eyes told Rat that he hadn't really won this round. After giving one more warning growl, Rat left to go out and wait by the entrance. Once they stopped for the night, he'd lock himself in the bathroom and jack off. Maybe if he did it enough times, he'd finally get Keegan and his tight ass out of his system.