Hagen, Lynn - Remi's Pup [Brac Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (11 page)

“There it is.” Cecil pointed to a small diner next to the post office. Drew had been in town before with Remi, but he hadn’t noticed the diner. He fumbled with his seatbelt as Blair pulled in and parked the truck.

“We’ll have to eat fast. Those warriors don’t take long to figure us out.” Blair and Cecil tapped knuckles. Drew was wondering what he was missing. Something was going on with those two, some shared secret that he wanted in on.

“What’s going on?” Drew asked.

“Oh, Blair and I
borrowed
a truck before. Kota and Maverick found us not to long afterward.” Cecil giggled as he slid out of the passenger side, allowing the two back occupants to free themselves.

“I didn’t even get my food,” Blair mumbled.

All four strolled in, grabbing a back booth as if that could hide them from the pissed off warriors who were sure to be here soon. Drew looked around. It was a nice place. Small, though. He guessed it should be in a small town. His eyes quickly snapped back to the table when he noticed four large men a couple of booths over staring at them.
You’re just paranoid, stop it. Overreacting. Remember the cop?

A waitress came over to take their orders. “Hi, I’m Kitty. What can I get for you fellas?”

They all ordered drinks, wanting time to peruse their menus. Drew noticed Cecil helping Blair with some of the items. Must still be early in his literacy lessons, Drew thought.

“I have to tinkle.” Johnny pushed at Drew’s arm for him to scoot out of the booth.

“Take Drew with you,” Cecil warned.

“Why do I have to go with you?” Drew asked as he followed Johnny to the men’s room. The guys at the other table were watching them closely. Drew was starting to think maybe he wasn’t so paranoid after all. There was one in particular who was giving him the evil eye. Drew rubbed his hands up and down his arms as he pushed his shoulder into the bathroom door and opened it, waiting for Johnny to enter.

“Because two men tried to have sex with me in a bathroom when me and Hawk went out on a date in the city.”

Drew gaped at the small guy. Johnny had said it so matter-of-factly, as if it was no big deal. It would have scared the pants off of him.

He stepped up to the urinal next to the bouncing blond-haired mate. “What happened?”

“Hawk beat them up then the cops took him away. It’s okay, though. Maverick got him back.” Johnny flushed as he whistled, going to the sink to wash his hands.

Drew just shook his head. The mate seemed so resilient.

“Not again,” Johnny squeaked.

Drew’s head snapped around to see two of the men from the table where they had been staring at the four mates. He quickly zipped himself up, heading toward Johnny fast. The men weren’t doing anything wrong, so far. All they were doing was using the bathroom. He wanted to get his hands washed and get him and Johnny out of there.

Before Drew could finish drying his hands with the paper towels, he was slammed against the wall face-first. Johnny was yelling for him, but Drew couldn’t get free.

“Damn faggots,” the man holding Drew cursed.

Drew felt a fist going into his side, the air left his lungs in a whoosh. He had to help Johnny.

Drew’s canines extended. They weren’t long, but they were enough to turn his head and bite into the arm pinning him. He dug them in deep, yanking his head back and ripping flesh.

“You little shit.” The guy tried to punch him in the head while nursing his injury. Drew ducked and ran to Johnny, who was biting and scratching. Drew jumped on the guy’s back. His small punches to the man’s head were having no effect whatsoever.

“Bite him, Drew!” Johnny yelled as the smaller mate rammed his knee into the assailant’s groin. “Hawk taught me that one!” Johnny yelled at the guy.

The man buckled, grabbing his jewels as his knees hit the floor. “Behind you!” Johnny warned as Drew’s hair was yanked back, a fist connected to the side of his face.

“Oh, hell no.” Drew was seeing stars but could make out long black hair spanning around. Blair was here. “Not on my watch,” Blair yelled. Drew watched as Blair and Cecil jumped the one he had bitten. The attacker was pretty big, but the two seemed to be working him over.

“Drew.”

Drew spun around to see the downed man rising. Panicking, Drew kicked his leg up, his knee connecting with the guy’s nose.

“Yeah, Drew,” Johnny cheered as he made motions with his fists like he was punching the guy. “Get him again.”

Drew sidestepped around the man, putting himself in front of Johnny. He wasn’t a match for the large guy, but he was bigger than Johnny. He could feel little fists grab his shirt as Johnny’s hands trembled. “You’re not alone this time.” Drew looked over his shoulder to reassure him.

Drew’s body felt like it was well-abused. His side was killing him, and the side of his face felt swollen. His upper chest hurt, too, from being slammed into the wall.

“Take that,” Blair shouted.

Drew chanced a glance over the other two mates’ way. Blair had jumped on the guy’s back and wrapped his arms and legs around the attacker, squeezing the guy’s neck with his arm. Cecil was ducking and dodging punches.

Drew pushed Johnny into the wall behind him as his attacker finally caught his breath and was coming after him.

The man stopped when a loud growl ripped through the bathroom. Drew looked around the man to see Remi and Kota. Drew wanted to run to his mate, but that would require him going around this big brute.

“Go now,” Remi barked at him.

Drew didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Johnny’s hand as he carefully sidestepped the man, rushing toward the door. Drew smacked right into a wall as he ran from the restroom.

Maverick shot his arms out to catch him before he fell back onto his bum. Okay, so it wasn’t exactly a wall, per se, but Maverick's solid chest had felt like one.

“To the truck now.” Maverick hissed behind a clenched jaw. Drew gulped. He had never seen Maverick this upset, at least not at him.

* * * *

He pulled Johnny behind him as he passed Commander Hawk leaning over the two remaining men in the booth. Hawk was saying something to them, but Drew couldn’t make it out. Whatever it was had the two men pale and trembling.

Drew didn’t stop to find out what it was. He pulled the diner door open and led Johnny outside. The warrior Tank was standing in front of a black SUV, his arms crossed over his chest as he shook his head and tsked. “Get in the back.” His thumb hitched over his shoulder.

Drew opened the back door, pushing Johnny in before climbing in next to the smaller mate. His hand reached out to close the door when Remi put his hand on it. His mate pulled him out.

“Why did you leave the estate without any of the warriors knowing? Without me knowing?”

Before Drew could answer, Remi grabbed his chin, turning his face back and forth. “I’ll kill him.”

Drew quickly latched onto his mate, his legs wrapping around Remi’s calves as his arms vise gripped around his waist. “No, I’m fine. Please, Remi.”

“He hurt you, pup.” Remi growled.

“We hurt them, too. We kicked their butts.” Drew held tight as Remi tried to gently pry him off.

“And you got yours kicked.” Remi managed to get Drew’s arms lose, ready to pull him off.

“You can’t go.” Drew panicked. He didn’t want Remi to go to jail. “I’m, uh, having a trauma.” Drew jerked his body around while holding onto Remi as if having a seizure. He stuck his tongue out to further the effect.

Remi chuckled. “Don’t make me laugh. This is serious, pup.”

Drew stopped jerking around but didn’t let his mate go. “Can we just go home?”

“Get in the truck.” Remi pointed to the one they had
borrowed
. Drew stood to his feet, climbing into the passenger’s side. Remi leaned in to buckle Drew’s belt. When Remi’s arm brushed against him, he winced at the pain in his side from the kidney shot the guy had given him.

“You’re hurt.” Remi growled. “How bad? And don’t lie.”

“I’m mated to you. I’ll heal. Just need an aspirin…and a nap. Can you yell at me when we get home?”

Remi threw his hands in the air, exasperation on his face. “Fine, but you’re going to get a spanking if you keep things like being hurt from me.”

“Promises, promises,” Drew griped as Remi belted him in, this time being careful of his side.

They made it home in less than ten minutes. Remi pulled him from the truck and carried him inside. “I can walk.”

“Hush, pup.” His mate nipped his shoulder as he carried Drew up the stairs and into their room. Remi sat him on his feet then undressed him, leaving only his underwear on.

“Get in bed,” Remi ordered and then walked off into the bathroom.

He was getting tired of being promised a spanking and his mate not following through. He was going to get what was promised him even though he’d never had one before. The idea of Remi doing it made his cock hard as a brick.

Drew slid his underwear off, climbing onto the bed on all fours. He was going to get his, dammit.

* * * *

Remi filled the glass with water then set it on the counter. Reaching into the medicine cabinet, he grabbed the bottle of aspirin. What had they been thinking? Any number of things could have happened to them. Remi was grateful it hadn’t been worse, although seeing the bruises on Drew made him want to kill those humans.

Picking the glass up, he headed back to the bedroom. The glass slid from his hand and hit the floor with a thud, water spilling over the carpet as he gaped at his mate.

“Holy fuck.” Remi hissed at the sight before him. He stepped over the glass as the pills dropped to the floor. Two beautiful mounds sat high in the air with a little pink hole separating them.

Bending at the waist, Remi slid his thumb over the starburst. He kissed each cheek bared to him. The tip of his thumb pushed in, watching Drew’s hole welcome it.

“Spank me,” Drew begged.

Remi’s cock started throbbing at the thought. His mate was out to steal his sanity. His left hand caressed the smooth flesh as his thumb pushed in deeper. Grinning, he raised his hand and let it fly.
Smack.

“Yikes!” Drew squealed.

Remi kneaded and licked the abused flesh. His hand print standing out proudly on his mate’s left globe. The sight of his mark on Drew was maddening. He glanced up at his mate. “It’s not a punishment if you beg for it.”

“Okay, I’m not begging. Promise. I’m in no way begging for you to get on with it and spank me already.”

Remi grinned as he pushed his thumb in and out a few more times before pulling free. He licked the puckered hole before raising his right hand and letting it go.

Smack.

He grabbed Drew’s hips, pressing his denim covered cock into his mate’s ass and grinding. Both hands rose this time, letting go a barrage of assaults, his mate keening under him. His cock was so ready he wasn’t leaking pre-come, but the water main had broken. A large wet spot spread across his jeans as the pre-come poured out.

Kneading his mate’s tender flesh, Remi kissed both cheeks before kicking his boots off and undressing. Extracting the lube from under the pillow, kept there compliments of his horndog mate, Remi lubed his fingers.

The only things coming from Drew were groans and whimpers. Drew was rubbing his face back forth over the cover. His fingers opening and closing as they clenched the sheets.