Levi by Bailey Bradford Read Free Book Online

for months. But within a few days, a familiar sensation began prickling the fine hairs at his nape.
    Off and on he felt hunted, watched, though he couldn’t pinpoint where the feeling was coming from or who was causing it. Someone was, that much he knew. Usually he ran when he became aware of being hunted, but this time he decided to stand his ground. He was tired of this game, and eventually he would be caught by whoever it was pursuing him. Holton seemed as good a place as any for that confrontation.
    Meanwhile, he needed to eat. He didn’t have much money, and what he did have wouldn’t hold him for much longer. Lyndon had been looking for work in the small town. So far he hadn’t had any luck at all, but he wasn’t ready to give up. He had memories of Levi constantly filling his mind.
    Lyndon kept hoping to see him, but in the week he’d been in town, he hadn’t caught so much as a whiff of Levi. Lyndon had put off going back to the wooded area where he’d met him for several reasons, not the least of which was fear for his own life. He didn’t know about all the other scents he’d picked up there while still in cougar form. There were other leopards in those woods, or there had been. Lyndon doubted they’d be as friendly as his snow leopard had been.
    And Lyndon kept thinking of Levi as his, which was weird but he couldn’t stop it and gave up trying a couple of days ago. He had found out what breed of leopard Levi was, thanks to the small library a few blocks over from his hotel. He wondered what a snow leopard—what several snow leopards—were doing in Colorado, half of the world away from where they originated. There were so many questions Lyndon had, but what he really wanted was to touch Levi again, to smell him and feel that powerful body beneath him.
    The intensity of the sensation of being watched ramped up suddenly. It was so strong his spine nearly vibrated with it. He stood in Jambree’s, the diner, trying to talk the owner into hiring him to bus tables or cook, whatever he could get. Lyndon was growing desperate, and jobs in a town this size were scarce.
    His neck itched and Lyndon just kept from reaching around and scratching it. He began to have second thoughts about staying here, not because he was scared, but because he was bringing danger to this town. Maybe it was only to himself—no one else who’d been around him had been hurt so far, not that he knew of. Why was he worrying about that now, anyway? He doubted Levi wanted to find him.
    It’d been stupid to think, to hope. Really, he should have known better, especially after the way he’d treated the guy, leaving him lying on the ground covered in cum. Yeah, Lyndon was a real catch. Levi had probably scrubbed Lyndon’s spunk off him and never given Lyndon another thought.
    But someone had been thinking of him, he could feel the intensity in the hidden stare that stroked his back. Lyndon nodded at Mr Hernandez as the man went on about the economy sucking. As if Lyndon weren’t aware of that. His savings were dwindling rapidly. It didn’t help that he’d been buying food rather than hunting, and paying for the hotel room, but he’d remembered the scent of other shifters in those woods and thought after the way he’d done Levi, it might be wiser to stay away from that area unless Lyndon wanted to risk being strung up or shot. But he’d kind of thought if they saw each other in town, as men, they could talk—or Lyndon could grovel.
    Lyndon had thanked Mr Hernandez for his time and walked out of the diner, his hands tucked into the pockets of his light jacket to hide the way he’d fisted them. He was tired of feeling hunted, tired of trying to figure out why he was being hunted. Knowing how territorial a cougar could be, he could understand it in the wild, but he, and whoever was chasing him, were not simply cougars. They were human beings, too, capable of logic and emotions and reason, although maybe his stalker wasn’t.