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    Jake cupped his face and pulled him forward, slanting his mouth down over Remi’s.
    Arousal scented the air.

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    Moaning into Jake’s mouth, Remi opened up. He let Jake take the lead for a few seconds then started kissing back. Hands wrapping around Jake’s waist, Remi pressed closer and rubbed himself against Jake’s bare chest.
    The amazing feel of bare skin reminded Jake of earlier. He trailed kisses down Remi’s jaw to his neck. His teeth exploded in his mouth, making him gasp. The tips of his canines itched. He could practically feel Remi’s smooth, warm flesh under his teeth, the blood rolling over his tongue. Fuck. Jake jerked back. He kept his eyes closed and took a breath, trying to ignore the scent of Remi’s arousal, and got himself under control.
    When Jake opened his eyes, Remi also appeared to be struggling for restraint. His eyes were screwed shut and he was inhaling deeply. He blinked his eyes open and rolled his shoulders, tilting his head side to side. His green irises had bled out to the edges of his eyes and his fangs peeked out from behind his top lip. “Sorry.”
    “What?” Jake shook his head to clear it. “No, I just don’t want you to be late for your movie.” Nor do I want you to pull away from me again ’cause I can’t keep my teeth to myself. “I want to make it work too. We won’t let Dirk find out. Okay?” He traced Remi’s cheek with the back of his fingers.
    Damned if Remi didn’t close his eyes and lean into the caress for a second, before his eyes shot wide and he stepped back. He groaned then chuckled, shaking his head and smiling up at Jake. “Okay.”
    Jake turned back to the food. Not only did he have to hide their relationship, but he had to suppress his darker side to keep from scaring Remi away. This may prove harder than he thought.
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Chapter Eight
    It was a little chilly out, but Remi enjoyed the long ride to the bar. Riding his bike always helped clear his head and give him a sense of freedom.
    After this afternoon, he felt great—better than he had in a long time. Jake had invited him to meet up with him tonight, and he’d jumped at the chance. He was still wary of someone finding out about them, but he wasn’t going to stop seeing Jake.
    Pulling into the parking lot of Hell’s Kitchen, Remi was surprised at all the motorcycles. It was without a doubt a biker bar. Weird. He wouldn’t have thought it Jake’s kind of hangout.
    Looking around, he saw Jake in the neon glow of the bar’s sign and all other thoughts fled.
    Jake was sitting on a Harley. A beautiful new Fat Boy with a red and white tank and fenders that made Remi’s fifteen-year-old Vulcan seemed pretty shabby in comparison.
    Remi’s cock hardened right up, and his sight went colorless and grew much more acute. Damn eyes. Instinctively he tried to fight it then remembered his resolve to let it go.
    He drove up next to Jake and cut the engine, unable to decide what was more drool worthy—the bike or the man on it. Jake had on a pair of faded black jeans, black motorcycle boots and a black leather motorcycle jacket. Sterling was right, the man was hot, and it was getting easier and easier to think so. “Whose bike?”
    Jake lifted his head and grinned as he caught Remi’s gaze. “Mine.”
    What? He’d had no idea Jake had a bike, much less a Hog. Apparently motorcycles were another thing they had in common. “Fucking sweet.”
    “Thanks.” Jake stood and came closer. His wide shoulders captured Remi’s attention and wouldn’t let go.

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    Oh hell yeah, the man was more drool worthy than the machine. Damn, look at those tight jeans. They might as well have been painted on. Every little muscle was visible and even the not-so-little bulge in the front—
    “Remi?” Jake chuckled. The sound, low and husky, slid right down Remi’s spine.
    Remi shivered. His mouth watered. He’d turned into Pavlov’s dog, er wolf, whatever, except there was no bell, it was Jake’s laugh. “Huh?”
    “I asked if you had any problems finding the place.”
    “No.”
    “Are you cold?” Jake turned toward his bike, his boots crunching on the gravel.
    I’d be a lot warmer if you threw me over that bike seat and… Damn, it felt good to let go of the guilt and just appreciate his mate.
    Swiveling around, Jake held out something leather toward Remi.