Page 5 of The Lab: Rigg

“Hey, guys, I have to go to work for a little bit.”

Connor squinted, looking at me as if I were a puzzle. “What kind of work?”

“It’s a meeting. Boring work.”

He frowned. “Then I don’t want to go.”

That was good because he hadn’t been invited. “Understood. Tomorrow we’ll do something fun—maybe bubbles.” I’d seen online how to make a bubble mix out of dish soap. I wasn’t positive it would work as well as the kind you bought at the dollar store, but we had dish soap, so it was worth a try. “All right. I’ll see you two later.”

I gave them hugs and left for the bar.

It was easy to find a parking spot, but I chose one a few alleys over because I didn’t want my motorcycle to stand out in anyone’s memory. I walked into the bar, glad there was no cover charge to get in. I didn’t have a license that would match my current face since I was wearing one I’d stolen off a billboard I saw on the way over. I didn’t think the guy was too famous, but I guess we’d find out soon enough.

The second I walked in, it was like the place was hugging me.

It smelled so good. No—not it, someone. Someone smelled so good.

I needed to get to my meeting. There was no time in my schedule to be hunting down whoever smelled so delightful.

But I was distracted. I had to at least find the source before I could think.

Weaving through the bar, I followed my nose straight to the back. The sign on a door said Employees Only, but I didn’t care. I had to find the owner of the scent that was calling to me.

When I stepped inside, I saw him. “Wolf?”

He stood up and walked right to me. He sensed it too—this need, this desire.

I thought he was going in for a hug, but instead, he reached behind me and shut the door. Then he locked it. “You’re mine,” he said before he dropped to his knees.

My jaw was open as I watched the guy I knew only as Wolf open my pants and pull out my dick. I knew I should have stopped him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My whole body was angled toward him as he leaned forward and sucked me into his hot mouth.

“Fuck.” My fingers curled into his hair, and I held him as my hips pushed in and out. “You sure know how to greet a guy.”

He hummed around me as he moved faster. Apparently, words weren’t necessary. It wasn’t a bad first impression. Quite the opposite, in fact. I felt completely calm for the first time in my life. A casual blow job usually made my adrenaline spike in equal measures with guilt. But this time, all I felt was…complete.

With that thought, I exhaled a groan and shot my load into Wolf’s mouth, watching his eyes close as he lapped up every drop. When he pulled back and sat on his heels, the lazy grin he shot up toward me almost made me drop to my knees and return the favor.

Then I remembered what I looked like. A freakin underwear model. “Thanks, um, but I’ve got to go.”

“What?” He stood up but kept his hand on my hip. “You’re leaving?”

“Sorry.” I tucked myself back into my pants and zipped up. “That was great, though.”

It took every ounce of strength I had to step out of the small breakroom and into the bathroom so I could shift into someone else. Someone who didn’t just get a blowjob from someone who felt suspiciously like someone I needed to get to know.

In the privacy of a stall, I slipped off my t-shirt and put on a polo.Okay, Rigg. Go meet your contact.

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NILES

I hadn’t expected to come to work and meet my mate, but once I did, I had a checklist in my mind of what would happen. First of all, we’d acknowledge each other as mates, then he’d wait for me to get off work. Obviously, I would leave early, and he’d take me to his place so we could mark each other and live happily ever after.

Simple plan that should have been simple to execute.

None of that happened. Instead, I locked him in the breakroom and sucked him off. Zero regrets about that, of course. I got almost as much pleasure from giving than I ever had from receiving. And listening to the man enjoy what I was offering was the biggest turn-on. But then, instead of staying and telling me his name or offering to return the favor, he bolted. He didn’t even ask for my number.

What the fuck was that about?

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