Stormy Glenn - Tasty Treats, Volume 3

«This is my son, James,» Maryann said as she introduced them. «This is Chase and Donovan Morgan from the Shasta Pack. Their alpha sent them down here to help us keep Nate safe.»

«I'm Chase.» Donovan watched Chase reach out and shake James's hand, quickly suppressing the possessive growl building in his throat. It wouldn't do to show his hand before he had a chance to talk to the man.

When James turned his gaze to Donovan, he felt a hundred butterflies take flight in his stomach. This was his mate. He was about to touch his mate for the very first time. He could barely keep his hand from trembling as he held it out.

«I'm Donovan. Donovan Morgan,» he said, hoping that his voice sounded steady to the others in the room. He knew from the slight widening of James's eyes that he had heard the deep drop in his voice.

«James. James Nash, but you can call me Jim,» he said just as he took Donovan's hand.

Donovan's hand did start to tremble the moment Jim's warm skin touched his. Did he feel the bond that was instantly forming between them? Was he as confused by it as Donovan was?

«Jim,» Donovan replied, nodding his head. He held his hand a moment longer, looking deep into Jim's smoky gray eyes before reluctantly releasing it. He didn't want to let him go, but he knew he had to. He could see Chase was beginning to look at him strangely out of the corner of his eye.

«Can I use your bathroom?» Donovan asked, tearing his eyes away from Jim to look over at Maryann.

«I'll show you where it is,» Jim said quickly, stepping out of his mother's arms to lead the way.

Donovan followed behind him, his eyes dropping to the rounded ass walking in front of him. Damn! If he was going to have to be mated to a man at least it was a man with a nice ass. He had always had a thing for tight asses and the one in front of him seemed to be very tight.

When Jim opened a door and walked in, Donovan was surprised until he realized that it was a study and not the bathroom. He followed him in, shutting the door behind him, watching as Jim walked over to a small wooden cabinet and quickly poured two small drinks. He grabbed them, turning to hand one to Donovan before drinking his down.

Setting the glass back down on the counter he stared at Donovan intently for several moments before shaking his head, an amused chuckle broke through his lips. «While I prefer men, I'm not out of the closet,» he said.

«I'm not gay,» Donovan replied, quickly drinking down the brown liquid in his glass.

«Well, it looks like that is about to change for both of us,» Jim laughed nervously.

Donovan set his glass down beside Jim's before turning to look at him. As he looked down at him, he realized that Jim was a few inches shorter than his six foot four. The top of his coal black head barely came up to his nose.

«You feel it, too?» Donovan murmured.

Jim tilted his head back to look up into Donovan's hazel eyes. «We could pretend this never happened and just go our separate ways, find mates of our own choosing. No one has to know but us.»

«Is that what you want?» Donovan asked hesitantly. The mere thought of never seeing Jim again made Donovan's insides rebel. They were mates. There would never be another one for either of them.

Donovan wished that he could read the emotions flashing in Jim's eyes as he stared up at him. He wished that he knew what he was thinking right then. His eyes were so expressive, but Donovan didn't know how to read them. He only hoped that Jim would give him a chance to learn.

Finally, Jim shook his head. «No, I guess not,» he said quietly as he lowered his eyes and turned away. He stepped back over to the wooden cabinet and poured them both another small glass of whiskey, handing one to Donovan.

He held up his glass for a toast. «To the death of the straight man.»

Donovan chuckled, raising his glass to clink it against Jim's before taking a sip. He watched Jim over the edge of his glass. He took a sip, then leaned back against the edge of the cabinet countertop, crossing his arms over his chest.

«So, any idea on how we do this?»

Donovan shook his head. «Nope. Never been with a man before. You?»

Jim shook his head. «No, I've never been with a man. Like I said, I'm not out…to anyone. I don't really have a clue as to what I was doing. This-« Jim said, shrugging his shoulders before taking another sip of his drink.

«Would your brother be offended if we asked him?» Donovan had no idea where that thought had come from, but once he put it into words, it made perfect sense to him. He was pretty sure that they could get the basics down. Sex was still sex, no matter which sex you were with. It was just the dynamics that were slightly different, right?

«Joe? He'd probably laugh his ass off. We'd be better off talking to Nate. At least he's likely to give us the straight story without laughing, but why do you want to talk to them about it? Don't you think we can figure this out on our own?»

«It's not that, Jim. I just don't want to do anything that might hurt either of us or make us uncomfortable. I don't know anything about being with a man and it's not like you're built like a woman,» Donovan replied.

«Do you think that's going to be a big problem? Me not looking like a woman, I mean?»

Donovan could hear the uncertainty in Jim's voice. He took a quick step towards him and grabbed his hand, placing it over the hard bulge in his pants. His eyes nearly crossed at the exquisite feel of his mate's hand on his cock. Damn, that felt good.

«No, I don't think its going to be a problem. I've been hard since I heard your voice,» Donovan growled softly. He closed his eyes and groaned when Jim squeezed his hand around his cock.

«Fuck, you're huge!» Jim whispered in awe as he tried to palm Donovan's entire length.

«It's all yours now, baby. You'd better get used to it,» Donovan replied as he opened his eyes to look down at Jim again.

«Are we really going to do this, Donovan?» Jim whispered. «Seriously?»

«All I know is that I can't stop thinking about you, what you might look like without your clothes on, spread out on my bed. I want to smell you, to taste you, to touch you. I want to know everything about you. What you like and dislike. What your interests are. What makes you feel good.»

Donovan watched as Jim's mouth fell open in surprise and his beautiful gray eyes took on a bright twinkle. Donovan smiled at Jim. «I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. And, truthfully, it scares the hell out of me. But I'd rather try being with you, a man, than be without my mate.»

«Donovan, I-I don't know if I'm ready for this,» Jim whispered. «I've hidden who I was my entire life. I don't think even my brother knows that I'm-that I prefer men.»

Donovan stared down at Jim's distressed face for a moment before nodding his head and taking a step back from him, putting some room between him and temptation. «I understand, Jim,» he said before turning on his heel and walking toward the door.

«Wait, Donovan, please.»

Donovan paused as he reached for the door handle, his hands going flat against the door as he leaned his head forward and rested it on the cool wood. He took several deep breaths trying to calm his nerves.

«I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I just-can we just get to know each other a little first? I didn't even know you thirty minutes ago and as much as I understand that we're mates, I need some time to get used to this whole thing. I resigned myself to having a woman for a mate, not-not you.»

Donovan turned to look back at Jim as a thought suddenly occurred to him. «Is it me or because I'm a man?»

«It's the same thing, isn't it?» Jim asked in confusion.

No, it wasn't, but Donovan instantly knew that he wasn't going to get any type of heartfelt declaration out of Jim. He felt stupid now that he had bared his feelings to Jim. Apparently, it hadn't been a two way street. He just wasn't sure if this was the way Jim normally behaved or if it was because he was a man. Either way, Donovan lost.