Page 59 of Another Man’s Treasure

He leans down, brushing the tip of his nose against mine, his lips barely touching me. “Cowboy,” he murmurs. “Call me cowboy.”

A full body shudder racks me.

He slides a hand up between my wings, cradling the back of my head in a possessive grip. “When we get home, I want you to ask me to ride you, baby. Let me do what I do best, hmm?”

“I haven’t forgotten last night,” I manage. “You’re a natural, cowboy.”

His nostrils flare, and a sexy smirk overtakes him. “Don’t matter how long since I’ve been on top, Oz, I’ll never forget how.”

“Maybe you should let me try that sometime,” I offer, sliding a hand down to the front of his pants to squeeze a deliciously thick erection.

He chuckles. “Don’t think so, sweetheart.” His expression goes serious. “Unless that’s something you need from time to time?”

I shake my head. “No, I don’t.”

His lips drift over mine, his breath warm and sweet. “I’ve been hard for hours thinking about you, Oz. What do you say we get home, finish that conversation, and go from there?”

I peck his sweet lips before I pull back. “Can this be a naked conversation? I find it’s far easier to have serious convos that way.”

He laughs and pulls away, grabbing my hand and slipping it through the crook of his elbow. As we take off up Main Street toward my apartment, he chuckles. “Sounds distracting.”

“I hope it will be.” I shuffle my wings at my back even as I slide my tail to the back of his shirt and up, resting it between his shoulder blades.

He shudders and looks down at me with a sexy little laugh. “That’s chilly.”

“Don’t worry,” I grip his forearm tighter, “I’m gonna warm you up in a few minutes.”

We head down the alleyway, and I move ahead so I can grab the door. Somehow, he still manages to reach around me and pull it open. It’s nice in a romantic way, to be cared for like that. Saint used to open doors for me, but it felt like something he only did when he thought others might see, not because he actually cared to do it.

At the top, I fumble for my key but manage to let us in after two attempts. Wild’s a quiet, hot presence at my back, breathing quietly against me. His warm breath coasts over my wing bones, reminding me of how he bit and teased them last night. A soft moan escapes me at the memory.

He chuckles. “You thinking about this?”

I gasp when he drags his open, hot mouth along the bone. At the first edge where it curves, he bites. Falling forward, I press my forehead to the cool wood of my front door. Wild keeps going, sucking and licking until he gets to the leathery skin that connects each section. One of his hands comes to my wing, and he drags his nails carefully down it.

“I’m thoroughly obsessed with these,” he murmurs.

Arching, I grind my ass against his body. Fuck the conversation we need to have. There’s time for that later. Right now, I just want him on top of me doing more of what he’s doing right now. The way he’s touching me is worshipful, by turns tender and possessive, and I can’t get enough of it.

He shoves my jeans down in the back, running his fingers along the base of my tail. When he grips it and wraps the length around his fist, my knees buckle.

“So deliciously sensitive,” he growls into the side of my neck. “We’ve barely played with this pretty long tail. Get inside, baby.”

Groaning, I push the door open and practically stumble into the living room. Wild comes in behind me, swatting my ass as he spins me around. Linking my arms around his neck, I hold on while he shoves my jeans fully down over my ass, gripping both taut globes as he roves over every inch of me.

He smiles, running a hand beneath my tail and along my crack. “I’m gonna grab a glass of water for after. You grab the lube and get in your nest, alright? I’ll be there in a moment.”

Popping onto my tiptoes, I peck him on the lips. “Sounds good, cowboy.”

I make a mental note to add Kick-Ass Aftercare to the list of Real Things I Know About Wilder.

His happy rumble tells me just how much he likes that nickname, so I catalog it in the column of Real Things I Know About Wilder, too. I’m going to start writing them down so I don’t forget a single one.

Stepping fully out of my jeans, I kick them to the side as Wild rounds my island. He hunts around for the glasses, and I smile, watching muscles flex beneath his jean shirt.

“First cabinet on the left.” I pass the island, fully nude, and head for my nest down the hall.

He moves quietly, filling a glass with water. In my room, I flop into bed and scoot against the headboard. While I wait for him to appear, I reach down and rub a finger over the crown of my cock. I’m half hard from the anticipation alone. Letting out a soft moan, I let my knees fall wide and use both hands to stroke down my length and spread precum over my tip.