Page 11 of Mountain Air
Chapter Seven
This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. Here he was just supposed to be doing research and now he’d been told that he could be a shifter? What the fuck? He needed to call his parents and ask a few pointed questions.
“So Doc, what do we need to do first?” Garrett asked from the driver seat.
“First? What are you talking about?” Rob was lost. Absolutely and totally lost.
“Your research. You know, what you came here for?” Garrett widened his eyes as he answered, like he wanted to add ‘dumbass’ or ‘duh’ to his response.
“My research? Your uncle… Alpha… whatever just told you that someone was after shifters… that I might be a shifter and—”
“Oh you’re a shifter. You just haven’t met your cat yet.” Garrett sounded completely certain of that fact, but Rob wasn’t. Him and his brother couldn’t be shifters. Their parents would have told them. They’d always been upfront that they were adopted. Why would they not tell them?
Rob looked out the window and ignored Garrett. He needed to wrap his brain around everything that had happened today. Abandoned but not abandoned cubs, gorgeous naked man standing in front of him, psychopaths with shifter drugs. Yeah, he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to deal with plants today. Maybe if he went to sleep, he’d wake up and find this was all a strange dream… nightmare.
“Come on, Doc. Let’s have a cup of coffee and you can tell me more about your research. Then we’ll see about going on a trail,” Garrett said as he opened the door to get out. Rob blinked and looked around, expecting to be at a diner or coffee shop. When had they gotten to the ranger station? Rob must have zoned out.
“A cup of coffee sounds good about now.” Adding caffeine to his system might not be the best thing but his brain needed a jolt.
Following Garrett into the station, Rob paused at the threshold and looked out at the mountains. There was something about the landscape that seemed different. Shivering again, he stepped inside and shut the door.
Garrett was over near the desk, bent over to read something on the screen. What. A. View. Shaking his head to snap his thoughts out of the inappropriate zone, Rob offered, “Want me to start the coffee?” How hard could it be to find a filter and some grounds in the small kitchen?
“Yeah, I’ve got to answer this email. Regional director is being a—” Garrett stopped himself from finishing his sentence. “Let’s just say the director is anxious about your research.”
“They always are. I’ll find what I need.” Rob walked into the kitchen and started opening cabinet doors, pulling out drawers, basically nosing around. The grinds were on the second shelf of the cabinet next to the fridge and when he pulled them, boxes came flying out with the coffee. “Shit!” he exclaimed as he raised his other hand to stop everything from falling.
Rob heard Garrett push back his chair and rush into the kitchen. He felt Garrett come up behind him and reach for the boxes. “I’ve got it. Grab the coffee.” Rob moved the coffee as Garrett pushed the boxes back into the cabinet. As he went to step back, he realized that Garrett’s body was plastered against him from knees to shoulders and he couldn’t move.
Garrett didn’t step back once he had the boxes in place. His arms fell around Rob’s middle and he held him in place.
“Doc, I don’t know why but my lion is adamant that I hold you and not let go,” Garrett murmured as he dropped his head close to Rob’s ear.
“I don’t know what it is about you that’s making me act so out of character. All I can say is that something is telling me the same thing.” Rob spun in Garrett’s hold and looked into his eyes. Not questioning his next move, Rob leaned over and kissed him.
They were about the same height so every point in his body lined up with Garrett’s. Wrapping his arms around Garrett’s waist, Rob pushed his tongue against the seam of his lips, asking to be let in. It wasn’t more than a second before he was granted access to Garrett’s mouth. Twining his tongue around Garrett’s, he reveled in the taste and texture he found.
Garrett slid his leg between Rob’s and began a slow bump and grind against him. Not wanting to be left behind, he moved in counterpoint to Garrett. He could feel the wetness starting to seep through his boxers and jeans. The pressure inside his cock had built so fast he was light-headed. He needed relief. Sliding his hand around Garrett’s waist, he felt for the button on his jeans and flipped it open and his cock pushed out, forcing the zipper down a bit.
Rob leaned his head back, breaking their kiss, and let out a moan. He wasn’t sure if it was from the explosive kiss or in happiness from his cock being let out of the denim prison. Garrett began licking at Rob’s neck and leaving random nips.
“Let me out too,” Garrett demand. “My uniform pants have never been this tight.” Rob reached for the belt buckle on Garrett’s pants and fumbled for a minute before it gave way. It didn’t take long before Garrett’s cock was in his hand. Commando? Oh he approved. He wrapped his fingers around Garrett’s dick and just held it for a moment. The skin was hot against his palm. A quick flick across the slit for some moisture and he set up a punishing rhythm. Rob wasn’t sure how long he’d been stroking Garrett before Garrett started to shake.
Rob didn’t know what possessed him, but he maneuvered them until Garrett was against the counter. He leaned down and took the head of Garrett’s cock between his lips and sucked gently.
“Holy shit! Rob! Pull off,” Garrett demanded, pushing at Rob’s head. Rob held on and drilled his tongue into the slit. That was all it took to make Garrett come. Swallowing quickly, he tasted the bitter come before it slid down his throat.
Pulling back, Rob wiped at this mouth, making sure he didn’t have anything on his chin. Garrett flipped them around again and dropped to his knees. He mouthed at Rob’s cloth-covered dick before slipping his tongue into Rob’s boxers. Garrett moved the material down Rob’s hips and took Rob’s cock to the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” Rob moaned. “I’m not going to last long.” After sucking Garrett off, he was on the edge already. “Garrett, you need to let me go. I’m coming.” Instead of pulling off, Garrett hollowed his cheeks. Rob threw back his head and let go. When he finished coming, Garrett let his softening dick out of his mouth, placing a soft kiss on the head before resting his forehead against Rob’s thigh.
All Rob could hear was ringing in his ears. He’d never come that hard. It took a minute before he realized that it wasn’t his blood rushing in his ears, the station’s phone was ringing.
“Should you get that?” he asked quietly. He felt Garrett nod before he stood up and waddled across the room with his pants around his knees.
“Succor Creek Ranger Station,” Garrett said into the phone. Rob watched him as Garrett listened to whoever was on the other end. Whatever they told him had Garrett pulling his pants up fast. Not knowing what was going on, Rob mimicked him. “Okay, Dad. I’ll start checking the trails going toward Jordan Valley on the four-wheeler. I’ll grab the two-way radio since cell service sucks out there,” Garrett paused and listened again. “Tell Mom it’s not her fault. We’ll get the girls back. Uncle Mario has the Quad looking for Kim and her ‘friend’ already.” Another pause. “Yeah, I know. Love you too.”
Garrett hung up the phone and turned to Rob. “Can’t take you on the trails. Dad went to get ice cream and when he came back, Mom was out cold on the floor with blood on her head and the girls were gone.”
Rob didn’t even hesitate. “If you think I’m letting you go looking for whoever by yourself, you’re crazy. I might be only human—”
“Not,” Garrett interrupted.
“— only human but I’ve spent thousands of hours in the forests up and down the west coast. Let’s go, it’s late afternoon. It’ll get cold soon. I’ll grab a jacket and my backpack. Be right back.” Rob didn’t wait for Garrett to answer him as he ran out the station door.
“Meet me on the side of the station. That’s where we’ve got the four-wheelers for rescues,” Garrett yelled after him.
