Renner Morgan by Anitra Lynn McLeod Read Free Book Online

followed suit, losing all his restraint when their tongues touched. Hunger and need pushed him closer, urging Quintus to relax into the bed. He didn’t let up, though. Quintus slipped his free hand to the back of Renner’s neck, holding him close as he deepened the kiss.
    Renner’s cock was pressed firmly into the edge of the mattress, upping his torment and making him moan softly at the back of his throat. Quintus’s hand tightened on his and over the back of his neck. When Renner heard the soft sound of feet on the carpet outside in the hall, he reluctantly pulled away and left the room, but he was never going to forget the look on Quintus’s face.
    In the hall, he’d run past the butler, down the stairs, and out of the big house. He crossed the yard as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. Once inside the privacy of his home where he always kept the shades drawn, he’d stripped out of his work clothing and put on his leather gear. Just the night before he’d worn it while sitting in the living room, imagining his fantasy master teasing him, so everything was tucked under the couch. As soon as he was dressed, he dropped to his knees.
    Picturing Quintus’s face as he’d left his bedroom caused Renner to groan and grip his cock hard. In that moment, Quintus had looked hungry for so much more than just a kiss. Renner knew that if he lowered his mouth and sucked at Quintus’s softening prick he would make him hard in moments. Moreover, Quintus wouldn’t stop him. Knowing that it was wrong was what made it all the more alluring. What had stopped Renner was the fact that Quintus was supposed to be McBride’s mate.
    McBride had always been a kind and considerate master. It seemed beyond despicable for Renner to repay him by engaging in illegal activities with his future mate. He didn’t blame Quintus at all. Given what had happened to him in the last two days and the fact he’d never fed from a slammer—Quintus was simply overwhelmed. Renner should know better.
    Once Renner was dressed back in his work clothing, he left his house and scanned the yard for McBride. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, or if he might just burst into flames from embarrassment, yet he felt compelled to do something.
    “I should have knocked.”
    Renner almost jumped out of his skin when the voice came from right next to him. Swiveling his head to the side, he discovered McBride was standing there, his back against the house.
    “I should have…controlled myself.” Renner winced his eyes closed. It was possibly the stupidest thing he’d ever said.
    “It’s your home. You’re allowed to do whatever you want within its walls.” McBride wasn’t looking at Renner. Instead, he was focused on the shed. “In the future, I’ll be sure to knock.”
    “What did you need?” Renner wanted to move away from what he’d been doing or what McBride had seen. He obviously knew what Renner had been up to in the middle of his living room. Even a partially sighted man would have figured that out.
    “I wanted to ask you how Quintus was doing.”
    Guilt slammed into Renner, making him shiver despite the heat of the day. He felt cold and ashamed. He had taken advantage of Quintus and then compounded his error by running home and stroking off while thinking of going much further with the handsome gentryman.
    “Renner?” McBride finally turned his attention to him. “Please don’t worry about…that.” He nodded toward Renner’s house. “Every man does that.”
    Renner had a sudden image of McBride and Quintus masturbating while they watched one another.
    “I just happened to walk in on you. Don’t be ashamed when the wrong is mine.”
    “He’s fine,” Renner blurted and then cringed at how loud his voice was. The only saving grace to the whole mess was that McBride would assume his shame was over getting caught touching himself and not over what he’d been doing with Quintus. “He should be up in a day or two. I