about
searching the men who had taken him, he quickly got to work,
wanting anything to distract him from his unsettling thoughts.
He silently followed Matthew out of the dirty shack, glad to see
the back of that place. He stayed equally silent as they got
back in the SUV, Matthew driving this time. But even as he
went through the motions, all he could think about was his
want, his need, to be with Matthew in every way possible.
“Are you okay?” Matthew asked quietly as they headed on the
road back to the pack house.
Shaking his head, Dean tried to give a small grin to Matthew,
but he didn’t think he was very successful. Matthew pulled the
SUV over to the side of the road and turned off the engine.
Turning in his seat he pulled Dean into his arms, and settled
him on his broad chest. Dean didn’t think he had ever felt so
safe. Not even Kane, who had been so good to him since they
day they met, could evoke the same feeling of calm that Dean
so desperately needed in his life.
“Did those men hurt you in any way?”
“No.” This time he did manage a small grin, looking up into
Matthew’s face. “You didn’t give them a chance.”
“Did they say anything? Do you know them? Do you know why
they took you?”
“No,” Dean said, trying to remember all the details. The
injection had knocked him out until they were at the shack and
he had regained consciousness when he felt them trying to
remove his clothes. That’s when he had started fighting, and
Matthew came in. “I’m glad they’re dead though,” he snarled.
“I don’t take kindly to being mauled. They had no right to see
me naked or anything else like that.”
“Then you must want me dead too, because I mauled you as
well,” Matthew said with a low rumble. “I’m sorry I let my
emotions get away from me. Please don’t think I don’t respect
you, or your right to say no. I’m honestly sorry.”
Throwing his arms around Matthew’s broad chest – Shit. His
arms wouldn’t go all the way round, Matthew was so big –
Dean hugged his mate as hard as he could. “You didn’t maul
me,” he said firmly. “I wanted you to kiss me and that’s the
most awesome first kiss a man could ever have so don’t you
dare be sorry.”
“First kiss,” Matthew said, looking a bit confused. “You mean
with me, right?”
Oh crap. Him and his big mouth. Dean thought about lying,
because he wasn’t sure he was ready for the conversation that
was sure to follow, but it wasn’t in him to lie to Matthew. Even
though they weren’t mated yet, the man had saved him from
god knows what today, and he deserved the truth.
“My first kiss ever,” he said, “but before you ask, no, I’m not a
virgin. I’ve just never been kissed before.” Then, before he
could stop running his mouth off, he said, “I’m sure it’s not a
big deal. Lots of guys have sex and don’t kiss.”
Now Matthew looked sad, and Dean felt awful for upsetting his
mate. He didn’t mean to do it, and now he didn’t know what to
say.
“I didn’t think you were that sort of person, Dean,” Matthew
said and now his quiet voice was sad as well. “In my
experience men who don’t kiss when they have sex, don’t like
the intimacy and have sex just for the thrill of getting off.
Doesn’t seem to matter who they’re with.”
Dean was horrified. No wonder Matthew looked upset if he
thought that he was nothing but a sex…whatever. Slut, yes
that was the word he was looking for. “I’m not like that! Not
all guys who have had sex, but didn’t kiss are sluts. Some of
them just weren’t given any choice in who they had sex with,
let alone what happens before, during or after.”
Two big arms coming around him and holding him close, big
head nestled in his hair, reminded Dean that he was actually
sitting on his upset mate’s lap. Oh crap. It was official. He was
losing it. There was no way he wanted to talk about what he
had been