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Wolf in Gucci Loafers 

(Tales of the Harker Pack #2)

by Tara Lain



Blurb:

Socialite Lindsey Vanessen wants someone to love who will love him back — an impossibility for a gay, half-human, half-werewolf. Too aggressive for humans, too gay for wolves, and needing to protect the pack from human discovery, Lindsey tries to content himself with life as a successful businessman. But when someone starts kidnapping members of wealthy families, Lindsey meets tough cop Seth Zakowsy—the hunky embodiment of everything Lindsey wants but can’t have.

Seth has never been attracted to flamboyant men. What would the guys in the department think of Lindsey? But intrigue turns to lust when he discovers Lindsey’s biting, snarling passion more than matches his dominant side. It might mean a chance at love for a cop in black leather and a wolf in Gucci loafers.

 

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Excerpt 1

“Much as I love the opportunity, I don’t
want to waste time driving.” He cocked a grin at Lindsey in the dark car.
“Don’t worry. You won’t. Drive.”
“Okay.” He hit the accelerator. Holy shit. Instant speed. No rumble, no roar,
no lag or leaping ahead. Just zero to infinity with a touch. “Wow. This is freaky!”
“Fun, isn’t it?”
“Give me directions.”
“Okay. Pull down your fly.
“What?” He glanced over, but Lindsey’s face
was not smiling—intense, actually.
“You want directions? You got them. Pull
out your cock!”
He swallowed but reached down and pulled
the zipper on his very crowded trousers. This sounded promising.
“Get it out!”
“Okay, okay.” He reached in, grabbed his
leaking rod, and pulled it from its prison. Man, just rubbing on his briefs was
almost too much. That was one sensitive cock. The thing stuck up out of his fly
like a puppet.
“Pull the balls out too. I like balls.”
Seth chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”
He flopped his balls out of the fly. They were already so tight they barely bobbled.
“Very, very pretty. Definitely Connecticut’s finest. Can
I lick them?”
“Shit, feel free.”
“Drive carefully. Keep your eyes on the road.”
Lindsey laughed.
Only a small space and a brake lever separated
the two seats. Lindsey leaned over, insinuated his head into Seth’s lap and breathed.
Oh man, hot breath warmed the tip of his dick.
“He seems glad to see me.”
Seth could barely breathe, much less talk.
Lindsey swallowed the thing whole. Sheeee-it! Heat flashed through Seth’s balls
and up his spine like he’d been shot. The car swerved. Damn. He gripped the wheel
and slowed down.
Lindsey’s lips popped off. “This is your
driver training course. All gay cops must drive while receiving head.” He shoved
Seth’s dick back in his mouth and sucked.
Oh
God
.
His hips bobbed. Fuck. Fuck. His knuckles
on the wheel were white, but he didn’t want to give up and stop. The speed and sucking
went together like peanut butter and jelly. The quiet in the car was punctuated
by low growling sounds coming from the suckfest in his lap. What was up with the
guy? But man, the sounds were right on the money. He felt like a fucking animal.

 

His balls tightened further and tingling
tickled at the base of his spine. “Lindsey, I’m going to come. I gotta stop. I’ll
wreck the car.”
 

Excerpt 2


Lindsey came up beside him. “So, let me look
at you.” The guy stood back and regarded Seth up and down like a piece of prime
beef. “Yes, well, lovely, but maybe a little casual for the occasion. I know it
sounds like an athletic event, but really it’s more”—he waved a hand gracefully—“shall
we say, social?” He walked around Seth, making a “hmmm” sound.
“Look, I don’t care about the social niceties.
I just want to catch a fucking kidnapper.”
“Ah yes, yes, but we catch more flies with—Armani.”
He laughed. “Come with me.”
It wasn’t a trial to follow that butt.
Lindsey threw open a door, and Seth walked
in behind him. “Holy shit.”
Lindsey turned and placed a hand on his chest.
“Yes, dear, I know. Decadent. It may be the sign of a devolving civilization, but
this is my closet.”
This was a room his family home could fit
in twice. “Department stores don’t have this many clothes.”
“Dear,
dear. We never shop at department stores.” He waved a hand down his body. “Obviously,
nothing that fits me is going to fit you.” He touched the epaulet on the leather
jacket. “Those shoulders. Oh my.” He sighed. “Anyway, I happen to have a blazer
that was delivered to me in the wrong size. My guess is that it’s divine plan, because
I think it will fit you perfectly.” He walked to the racks of clothing and pulled
out  a deep-green blazer.
Seth touched the material. Butter. Shit,
not his style. He shook his head. “I don’t need this. Thanks, though.”
Lindsey hooked the jacket on a display hanger
and crossed his arms. “Listen, dear. You asked me to take you to this event. I’m
also very interested in you capturing these horrible people. After all, their victims
are my friends. So do this my way.” He pointed at the coat. “That jacket cost half
your annual salary. No one is going to smell cop when I get through with you. They’ll
talk to you because you’re a friend of mine and that’s all they need to know. Understand?”
Seth frowned. “What do I say when they ask
what I do?”
“You work for the government in a classified
capacity. End of story. You could tell them, but—”
“I’d have to kill them.” He cracked half
a grin. “That’s pretty ingenious.”

 

“But of course.”
 

Excerpt 3

Lindsey laughed and walked over to the end
table beside his couch, grabbed the remote, and pushed Play. Piano music filled
the room. “Hmm, the Chopin Piano Concerto for striptease? Maybe not.” He clicked
again to Cher lamenting gypsies, tramps and thieves. “Now my orientation is showing.”
Another click and La Babs crooned her heart out. Perfect.
He strolled to the center of the room, grabbed
his silk neck scarf, and slowly pulled it from around his neck. He fluttered it
a couple of times, then gripped it in his teeth as he shrugged out of the green
leather jacket and tossed it on top of Seth’s clothes. He’d worn a black form-fitting
sweater underneath, which he gripped at the hem, and, as he ground his hips, he
pulled it one tantalizing centimeter at a time up his body. For a moment the sweater
covered his eyes, but when he peeked out below, Seth stared at him with a glassy
gaze and parted lips. He threw the sweater on the pile and, still biting the scarf,
ran its ends over his shoulders and pecs.
Seth’s stroking got serious. “Man, you are
beautiful. Graceful and slim with all these cool muscles teasing under the surface.”
Lindsey drew his brows together. “Too far
below the surface, if you ask me.”
“Nah. Just right.”
Lindsey rested his hands on his waistband
and did a big hip roll. As he bumped forward, he unbuttoned the fly and slid the
zipper of his black jeans just far enough to let the fat head of his penis peep
over. “Peekaboo.”
Seth shook his head. “You are one mass of
sexy contradictions.”
As Lindsey lowered the zipper farther over
his briefs, Seth pumped harder. Lindsey shook a finger. “Uh-uh, don’t start without
me.”
Seth tightened his grip but stopped pumping.
With the zipper down, Lindsey hooked his
thumbs in the top of the pants and pulled them over his hips. No sliding—they were
too tight. Still holding the scarf between his teeth like a rose, he slid the pants
to his ankles, stepped out of his Gucci loafers, and then out of the pants.
His cock strained the elastic on the boxer
briefs, and he slid the tip of his finger around and around the exposed head of
his dick.
Seth smiled. “Can I do that for you?”
“Very soon.”
He turned his back to the hunk on his bed
and looked over his shoulder with a flutter of lashes. Good, he was paying strict
attention. Lindsey placed his hands on the small of his own back, slid them into
the tight teal briefs, and dragged them over his butt. Two quick twerks, then he
slipped them to his feet, kicked with one foot, and they flew through the air and
landed on a floor lamp.
Seth laughed. “I’m dyin’ over here. This
may be more of a dance than I bargained for.”
Lindsey gazed over his shoulder. “If you
don’t like the floor show, sir, we’ll refund your cover charge.”
Seth held up one hand—the other still gripped
his cock. “No complaints. Not one.”
Still with his back to Seth, Lindsey pulled
the scarf from his teeth and tied a strategic bow. As Babs sang something about
being a woman in love, Lindsey raised one arm above his head, twirled on one foot,
and presented his cock forward tied in a lavender silk scarf.
Seth sputtered. “I don’t know whether to
laugh or come!”



About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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