Hungry Like the Wolf

THREE

It was their monthly ritual. A few days away from it all. Typically, they preferred to stay away from other people. Their goal was achieving oneness with nature. Apparently, two attractive men with a backseat full of booze had a way of changing plans.

The television was turned to some random channel. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but Mark and Kane and the solitude surrounding us.

They didn't tell us where they were from. Or where their cabin was. Or how they had managed to get here on foot. Not so much as a last name did we get. Not until later, anyway. Much, much later.

Mark took his whiskey straight. Jeff fixed a rum and Coke for himself and me. Kane slowly sipped a cold beer.

"How long are you here for?" Mark asked.

Jeff answered, "The weekend. Same as you."

"Same as me," repeated Mark. He smiled and chuckled and Jeff practically came in his pants.

I got the feeling that I was not part of their conversation. Which was fine by me. I was too preoccupied with Kane to feel insulted.

Kane didn't say much. He asked more questions than he answered. Whether he was being purposefully enigmatic, I could not tell. It was his voice that interested me, not his life history.

Another mistake on my part.

His voice was warm honey poured across my skin and lapped up. I watched his lips form the words, caring nothing for their meaning. Never had I been so physically aware of another human being. His thigh pressed against my own, radiating body heat through the thing material of his pants. I fought to keep my eyes on his face. To keep from stripping him naked in my mind.

Despite my love of men, I was not an easy lay. I had standards. I would not put out for just anyone, simply because they had a hard dick.

I knew I would sleep with Kane. The actual amount of sleeping that would take place was debatable. In all honesty, if Jeff wasn't right across from me, I would have been spread eagle and bare naked in front of the fireplace.

Kane's lips curved into a smile. It was small, yet precious and I wanted to kiss it off of his face. "Chris?"

He could say my name a thousand times and it would never stop making me shiver. It was all the sexually charged words in the English language – cock ass suck blow fuck – melded together into one glorious syllable. It rolled across his tongue, fell from his lips, and shot straight to my crotch.

Kane spoke my name and made me his.

"Chris?" That small smile grew wider.

I realized an answer was expected of me. I had no clue what we were talking about. A nuclear bomb could have gone off, decimating three-quarters of the population and setting fire to the surrounding woods and I was none the wiser. "Yeah?"

"I asked if you were with anyone."

Was I with anyone?

"I'm with Jeff," I replied. "But not in that way. I mean, I've seen him naked and he's seen me naked and we've even been naked at the same time, but we've never been naked together." I paused to let my brain catch up with my mouth and was mortified. "Dear god, why do I even talk?"

While his brother's laugh held an edge of doom, Kane's was rich and dark. It spoke of unimaginable pleasures found beneath the sheets, on the floor, and across the backseat of a pickup truck. It turned me inside out and flipped me upside down. It tore my old world apart and built a new one just for us.

God, I was so lost. Truly, I never stood a chance.

"I like you, Chris." His words were plain. So very simple. Yet I felt an unnaturally heavy weight behind him.

"I like you, too." I felt stupid saying that. I had left like in the dust. I wanted. I needed. I lusted after a man I had known for less than an hour. "How far is your place from here? I mean your cabin."

Another chuckle from him had me imagining his chest vibrating against my skin. "Are you suggesting I abandon my brother?"

I took a moment to consider how bad the truth might sound. I would also be leaving my best friend in the hands of a stranger. And for what? The booty call to end all booty calls?

"Yes."

Because it wouldn't be just one night. Not two nights, not a week. I wanted to know every inch of this man. Again and again and again. Until I could read his body with my fingertips. Until all it took for me to come was the touch of his hand and the whisper of my name from his lips. All that knowledge and experience would take a lifetime to acquire.

Kane was silent. It stretched across unbearable seconds. His electric eyes scanned my face. As if searching out the truth. Those mesmerizing eyes closed. "It's too late," he sighed.

I did not understand how right he truly was.

They purr of an engine coming to life startled me. I looked around and found Jeff had gone. Mark was nowhere to be found. I did not doubt the two of them were together, heading back to the cabin Mark shared with his brother.

We were alone. In the woods. And the nearest people were driving further and further away.

Kane placed his beer on the table before taking away my empty glass. I couldn't remember finishing my drink. Wrapping a cool hand around my wrist, he led me to the bedroom.