Blind dates were the worst. Dylan McCarthy hadn't ever actually been on one before but it was a universally known fact. T.V and movies hadn't let him down so far, apart from the happily-ever-after love-at-first-sight bullshit, so he had no reason to doubt them now.
He had only agreed to it to shut his mother up. She was always trying to set him up with people, insisting that she only wanted him to be happy. She seemed to think that if he found the "right" man and settled down that would be it, the end of Dylan's story. He was fairly sure that being set up with a man his mum knew from working at the library wasn't going to go well.
He looked at himself in the reflection of the window of the gay bar he was meeting the guy, Jim or something, at. He hadn't made too much of an effort. There was of course the part of him that secretly hoped it would be a disaster just to prove his mother wrong.
Of course, Dylan being Dylan, he'd had a few drinks at home, just to steady his nerves.
"Okay," he said to himself. "It's just an hour or two of your life. What could possibly go wrong?"
The bar was busy which was to be expected for a Friday night. If he was going to be spending the evening making small talk with a man his mum approved of then he was going to need a drink.
He walked straight up to the bar and ordered a vodka and coke, and a shot of tequila. Downing the shot he turned and surveyed the room. His mum had told him that Jim, or whatever, was tall, dark, and handsome, but then she had married his dad, so she wasn't the best judge of looks.
There were large groups of friends, both male and female, and several couples, but the only person sitting alone made Dylan pause. This guy was in fact tall, dark, and handsome.
"Damn mum," he muttered to himself, actually feeling a little proud of her. The guy was built, too. He clearly spent a lot of time in the gym. Dylan could definitely see himself spread out under that large muscular frame. "Don't mind if I do."
Taking his vodka Dylan marched straight over to the table. He was seemingly a little too keen as Jim, or whatever, jumped a little at his sudden appearance.
"Hi," Dylan said as he thrust out his hand. "I'm Dylan."
The man got over his surprise quickly. He smiled back at Dylan and shook his hand. "Hi. Tim."
Tim, he thought. Right.
Tim was even better looking when he smiled.
"It's nice to meet you," Dylan said as he sat down opposite Tim. "Wow, can I just say, you are really gorgeous. I wasn't expecting that when I walked in here tonight."
"Oh?" Tim said, a blush gracing his high cheekbones. "Um, thanks."
"So what do you do?" Dylan asked, unable to look away from the beautiful green eyes of the man sitting opposite him.
Tim cocked his head at Dylan, looking more than a little amused.
Shit, Dylan thought. My mum probably already told me that.
"I'm a landscaper," Tim told him with a small smile. "How about you?"
"Oh, I have a boring job. I work in retail," Dylan said. Now that the typical ice breakers were out of the way Dylan found himself desperately searching for something else to talk about.
"So...do you go to the library a lot?" was what he eventually asked.
Tim was looking at him with a confused little dent between his eyebrows. "Uh, not really. I mostly read on my kindle."
"Oh," Dylan said awkwardly before grabbing his drink and taking a large gulp. "I don't read much... I mean, I can read, I just don't do it much. That made me sound dumb, didn't it?"
Tim smiled at that. "Not at all. Not everyone likes to read."
"I like movies," Dylan told him. "I'm a bit obsessed with old Hollywood. Anything with Rock Hudson or Dorris Day in is my go to happy place."
Tim actually looked interested in that. He leaned forward and was about to say something when someone stopped by their table.
"Dylan?" a man asked. A tall, dark haired man with an average looking face. "Hi, I'm Jim."
All the noise in the bar seemed to disappear as the world narrowed.
He looked between the two men, Jim and Tim.
"Your mum sent me a photo of you," Jim said as he stood there smiling at him.
Dylan attempted a smile back at him before he turned to look at Tim. The poor guy looked more confused than ever.
"I'm so sorry," Dylan said to him. "I thought you were my blind date."
Tim let out a small chuckle. "Okay, that makes a lot of sense now. I just thought you were a really friendly guy."
Dylan laughed with him and the two of them shared an intimate look.
Beside them, Jim coughed purposefully into his fist.
"Oh, right," Dylan said quickly. He tried to wrack his brain to think of a way he could possibly stay with Tim and get to know him a little better but there really was no way, not without looking like a giant arsehole. He wondered if he could discreetly slip Tim his phone number.
"Well, I guess I'd better go then," he said as he reluctantly stood.
Tim just smiled up at him. "Yeah. It was nice to meet you, though."
He said it in a way that made Dylan think they were on the same page, that was until a cute blond guy came up to the table.
"Tim? Who's this?" the new guy asked.
"Steven, this is Dylan."
"Hi," Dylan quickly said, feeling the need to explain. "I sat down because I thought Tim here was my blind date."
Steven frowned as he looked between them. He crossed his arms over his chest. "And you just let him sit down?"
Tim looked incredibly uncomfortable. "What was I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, maybe tell him that you have a boyfriend," Steven practically shouted. They were starting to draw some attention from the other occupants of the pub.
"You're not my boyfriend," Tim said calmly. "We've only been going out for two weeks."
He knew it was bad of him but Dylan couldn't help but feel happy about that. Maybe there was a chance that he and Tim might get to go out after all. Just as the thought occurred to him a hand landed on his shoulder, making Dylan jump.
Jim, at least that's what Dylan was pretty sure his name was, was just standing there waiting. "God, sorry, I forgot you were there."
He saw the look of hurt on Jim's face and he instantly felt like an arsehole
"Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to say that," Dylan quickly tried to amend. His mum was going to kill him.
"Look, maybe we could try this another time," Jim suggested with a shrug.
Dylan was sure he was a nice guy. Knowing his mum, Jim was probably painfully nice. Dylan didn't want to hurt his feelings so he just smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, sure," he said. "I'll get your number off my mum."
As they were saying goodbye a full scale argument broke out between Tim and Steven about the nature of their relationship. It finally culminated in Tim shouting, "Look, I only asked you here so I could break up with you."
The entire pub was suddenly silent. If someone were to drop a pin, Dylan was pretty sure he would hear it.
"You wanker," Steven shouted back. "I bet you brought me here because you thought I wouldn't cause a scene in public. Well, you were wrong."
Dylan saw Steven's hand reach for his vodka and coke in slow motion. He quickly got out of the splash zone as the man unloaded the drink over Tim's shirt.
"Well," Dylan said because the silence was killing him. "Tonight has not been as boring as I thought it would be."
Once again he had forgotten that Jim was still behind him. He quickly turned, ready to apologise, but Jim held up his hand to stop him.
"You know what, don't bother calling me." With that Jim left the pub, leaving Dylan alone with a soggy Tim and a raging Steven.
"You're acting insane," Tim told Steven in a hushed voice, clearly not wanting to draw any more attention to them.
"Fuck you," Steven shouted like the drama queen he apparently was. Dylan watched as Steven left the pub, leaving him and Tim alone with the scrutiny of the other occupants. He surveyed the damage to Tim's shirt. Fortunately Dylan had already drunk quite a lot of it so Tim wasn't too wet.
The two of them looked at each and held eye contact for a moment before they both started laughing.
"Well, that happened," Tim said as he looked down at his shirt. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
"Are you kidding? This has been the most interesting blind date I've ever had," Dylan told him, not adding that it was the only blind date he had ever been on. "We should probably get you cleaned up. I actually only live about five minutes from here."
He knew he was probably pushing his luck but he didn't care. Tim looked a bit hesitant.
"You can take a shower, borrow some of my clothes, and I can order us some dinner," he suggested.
Tim smiled at him, his dimples doing something carnal to Dylan.
"Yeah okay, that'd be nice."
* * * *
By the time Tim came out of the shower dressed in some of Dylan's clothes there was an array of steaming hot Chinese food on the coffee table. Dylan was cute in a boy next door kind of way. He hadn't known what was going on when Dylan sat down next to him. He had honestly wondered if he knew the guy from somewhere but was too polite to ask.
"Hey, sorry about the water pressure," Dylan said. "I know it sucks."
"No, it was fine," Tim lied, because as previously stated, he was too polite.
"I didn't know what you liked so I got a bunch of different things," Dylan told him. There were also a couple of lit candles on the table and an open bottle of wine.
If there had been any doubt to Dylan's motives before there were none now. "Wow, this all looks great. It almost looks like we're on a date," Tim said as he took a seat beside Dylan on the sofa.
"What? No, that'd be crazy," Dylan said with false outrage. "Considering the fact that you just broke up with someone an hour ago, what kind of man would I be if I was making moves on you already?"
Tim smiled at that. "Well, I mean I was only dating him for two weeks."
"Yeah, that was quite a reaction you got for two weeks," Dylan pointed out.
"Yesterday he asked me if I'd go to his sister's wedding with him in Scotland. It's in six months."
"Wow," Dylan said as he poured them both a glass of wine.
Tim accepted the glass from Dylan and took a small sip.
"What did you say?"
"I told him I'd think about it," Tim said. "But really I was thinking about how to break up with him. Turns out, dumping him in a crowded bar was not the way to go."
The two of them spent the next couple of hours eating, drinking, and getting to know each other. He had thought Dylan was cute from the moment the other man sat down at his table but as he learned more about him the more he liked him.
"So, seeing as you bought dinner tonight, I guess I'd better return the favour," Tim said.
Dylan had a nice rosy glow to his cheeks brought on by the wine. He gave Tim a somewhat shy smile. "Are you asking me out on a proper date?"
Tim didn't answer him. Instead he cupped Dylan's cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were warm and tasted of wine. He kept the kiss light and slow. Tonight may not have started out very well but it was certainly looking up.
When he pulled away Dylan beamed at him. "Best blind date ever."
After a fairly short engagement, Cole Morgan and his new werewolf husband, Evan West, decide to elope to London. However, a family tragedy back home soon cuts things short.
Evan’s grandfather is dead, making Evan the new alpha. Before it’s even started, the honeymoon period is over. Evan must not only try to deal with his grief but also tackle all his newfound responsibilities and accept his new role.
Cole knew that one day Evan would be the alpha, but he hadn’t thought about what that would mean for him and his own role in the pack. With tensions higher than ever before with his own family, and feeling like a constant failure with the pack, Cole finds himself struggling, causing cracks to appear in the couple’s new marriage. Cole is sure that they can handle anything as long as they stick together.
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“I’m married to a werewolf,” Cole Morgan said to his reflection with a slightly giddy laugh. The champagne had made him feel nice and relaxed. He took his black-framed glasses off his face and cleaned the lenses with a tissue.
Once his glasses were back on, he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and frowned. His black suit had a little bit of frosting on the lapel from where Evan had insisted on feeding him a slice of wedding cake. For once, Cole couldn’t be blamed for being a mess. This was all Evan’s fault.
He grabbed some more tissues and wet them before rubbing at the white, creamy glob.
Well, he thought to himself. At least I looked good for the wedding.
He smiled as he thought about the cake he had just cut with his new husband. It had been a pretty simple wedding cake, but the two little grooms on top was something Cole was going to keep forever. He might even display them somewhere in the apartment.
Deciding that his suit was as good as it was going to be, and focusing on the fact that he wouldn’t be wearing it for much longer, Cole left the bathroom and went back out to the private dining room of the hotel they were staying in.
It was typical of Evan to make sure they had a dining room to themselves, even though it was just the three of them. Neither of them had wanted a big wedding. Okay, it was mostly Cole who didn’t want one, but Evan had been happy to go along with it.
The only person he had truly wanted with him was Joey, his little brother. Well, in an ideal world he would have invited his best friend, Naomi, as well, but she was married to Evan’s cousin, Jared, and if they invited him and not the rest of the West family, there would be hell to pay. Not that there wouldn’t be already.
“Joey’s going to eat this entire cake if you don’t stop him,” Evan said as Cole walked back into the small dining room to join them.
Joey, although nearly sixteen, had frosting on his cheeks like a little boy who couldn’t control himself when faced with dessert. Cole couldn’t resist grabbing his phone and taking a photo of his brother to be used as blackmail material at a later date. Joey just grinned at him with a mouthful of cake, not embarrassed one bit.
“Hey, there’s only three of us, and it’s a whole cake. Do you want it to go to waste?” Joey said. “That’s environmentally irresponsible.”
He had a point. It might have seemed strange to most people, that his wedding had only consisted of the three of them, but to Cole it was perfect. Evan’s grandpa had asked Evan to go to London to look at a hotel he was thinking of buying. It had seemed like a good opportunity to elope. No one had known what they were going to do while over there, except for Joey. Somehow the kid had managed to keep a secret for weeks.
After looking at venues and not finding anywhere that felt right to them, Cole, while planning some sightseeing for them, finally found out that people could get married on The London Eye. It had basically been like getting married on a fancy Ferris wheel. They had bought the wedding package, which gave them their own pod. It had been decorated with cream rose garlands and fairy lights, and had champagne and hors d’oeuvres waiting for them. The best part, though, was that they had booked it for sunset. Getting married while looking out over London as the late evening sun lit it all up in a pinkish glow was breathtaking.
Evan leaned back in his chair, his white shirt stretched over his firm chest beneath his suit jacket. He put his arm along the back of Cole’s chair and reached in to kiss the side of his head.
“Sorry about your jacket.”
“No, you’re not,” Cole said.
“No, I’m not,” Evan replied with a grin.
“Anyway,” Joey said, coughing into his fist as he stood. “Seeing as I’m kind of the best man...to both of you, I’d like to say a couple of things.”
Cole sat back against Evan’s arm and grabbed his glass of champagne. He hadn’t expected Joey to say anything, but he was curious as to where this would go.
Joey had a champagne flute filled with orange juice that he held up. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a folded up piece of paper.
“Okay, so first, I want to thank you guys for bringing me with you to London. This trip has been amazing. Also, I want you both to know how much it means to me that out of all the people in your lives, I’m the one person you didn’t want to get married without.”
Cole had half been expecting to be on the receiving end of a roast, so hearing his brother being so sincere actually made Cole feel quite emotional.
“Cole, you and I haven’t always been close,” Joey continued. “It took an awful thing to make us remember that we’re family and that we’ll always be there for each other, no matter what. Today, I feel really lucky because I never really expected to have a relationship with my brother, and now I get to have two.”
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Evan whispered against the side of his face. He mouthed at the lobe of one of Cole’s ears before biting down gently.
“I’m pretty sure I do,” Cole said. Since the beginning it had been like Evan was obsessed with him, unable to get enough of him. Being a slim, kind of geeky human he still didn’t understand why a sexy, strong werewolf like Evan would want him but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Evan just huffed against Cole’s hair. “No, you don’t. You couldn’t. Every single one of my senses is completely wrapped up in you.”
Cole reached up and ran his hand down the side of Evan’s face. He pushed his ass back against Evan’s crotch and felt the evidence of his husband’s words.
“I’m kind of annoyed we weren’t alone in that pod today,” Cole murmured as he ground his ass back in a circular motion. “That would have been hot.”
One of Evan’s hands snaked around to cup Cole’s cock through his pants. “Maybe we can come back for our anniversary.”
Cole groaned at the contact and reached down to unzip his fly. He leaned back even further, letting Evan’s firm body take his weight. His pants began to slide down a little and Evan quickly pushed his hand inside to cup Cole through his boxer shorts.
It was such a cliché, but Evan really did play his body like an instrument. He knew all Cole’s weak spots, the secret places designed to drive him crazy. The werewolf bit down lightly on his earlobe again, and Cole gave a full body shudder.
Deciding to move this along a bit, Cole undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. He wanted more. He needed more.
“Evan,” he groaned low in his throat.
Evan stopped massaging Cole’s cock through his shorts and moved his hands up to the human’s chest.
“What do you need?” Evan asked him, his mouth still close to Cole’s ear.
“I need you to fuck me.”
Evan growled low and quiet in his throat. He stepped back just enough to turn Cole around so that they were facing each other. Evan’s mouth was on his in an instant. His arms were around him, holding him close. Evan kissed like he fucked. He completely dominated.
By the time the kiss was broken, Cole was feeling a little dizzy. He just knew that if he looked in a mirror, he would see how debauched he looked, all kiss-swollen lips and dilated pupils.
He stroked his hand down Evan’s face, brushing the werewolf’s cheekbone with his thumb. He knew how lucky he was. He was going to get to spend the rest of his life with this amazing man.
“I love you,” he said.
Evan gave him a soft smile and leaned in to place a kiss on Cole’s exposed collarbone. “I love you, too.”
It didn’t seem fair that Evan was still completely dressed. Cole started with Evan’s tie. His fingers were perhaps a little clumsier than Evan’s as he untied the knot and pulled it through his shirt collar. He worked on the buttons of Evan’s shirt next, exposing more and more of his caramel-skinned chest with each one he undid.
When the shirt was finally open, Evan shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Cole let his gaze travel over the slope of Evan’s shoulders and felt his mouth water. He took several steps back and pushed down his own boxer shorts, feeling a warm flush when Evan’s own gaze was instantly drawn to Cole’s erection. With his pants still on, Evan took two steps forward before he dropped to his knees right in front of Cole. Cole took in a sharp breath as his husband put his hands on his hips and nuzzled at the thin trail of hair on Cole’s lower stomach. Evan inhaled deeply before licking a stripe up it and dipping into his bellybutton.
Cole bit his lip and rested one of his hands on Evan’s shoulder while he stroked through his thick dark hair with the other. He closed his eyes when he felt the touch of Evan’s fingertips trail down to his balls, the light touch a maddening tease. It wasn’t long before Evan took Cole’s cock in his mouth and gently sucked at the head.
“Fuck,” Cole said, his voice coming out as a breathy sigh. Cole forced his eyes open, wanting to see the erotic sight that was Evan with his lips around Cole’s cock. The werewolf was looking up at him, his eyes heavy lidded. He sucked with a light pressure at first before swallowing Cole down as far as he could go.
Cole hissed and strangled a whimper. Evan’s mouth was hot and wet and just about perfect. Evan nudged Cole’s legs apart so he could reach behind him and grab a handful of Cole’s ass. He squeezed the tender flesh and dragged his blunt fingernails over the cheeks.
“Evan,” Cole moaned. “You need to stop. I don’t want to come like this.”
Evan held his gaze, his long lashes framing his eyes, as he slowly slid off Cole’s cock.
“And how do you want to come?” he asked, his tone low and seductive.
Cole licked his lips and looked down at the dark flush of his cock, standing to attention.
“I want to come with your dick in my ass,” he said crudely before going to the bag he had put on the side and retrieving the tube of lube that he kept there. “Now would you please get naked already?”
Evan smirked at the breathiness of Cole’s voice and cocked an eyebrow. “Well, since you said please.”