A werewolf who thinks he’s too clingy for his own good…
and a whirlwind getaway with a bear-with-benefits.
Cassidy Stewart is a werewolf who craves affection, but being clingy is his worst nightmare. Jason, his current fuckbuddy, is a great compromise. Between their fantastic chemistry and Jason’s devil-may-care attitude, Cassidy gets some intimacy without too much temptation to push for something Jason doesn’t want, since it’s clear Jason’s completely uninterested.
Jason Evans is in a bind. His entire family is having a huge reunion and he’s required to attend. The issue? He might have said he was dating someone, in an effort to get people to leave him alone about his tendency to sleep around. It’s kind of true anyway; he and Cassidy have been exclusive for a while since they mesh so well when it comes to sex. They honestly mesh a little too well. Cassidy’s cute, snarky, and terrific in bed… and it’s made Jason start to want more. But he can damn well respect Cassidy’s desire to keep feelings off the table.
When Cassidy suggests he accompany Jason to the reunion, Jason’s not about to say no. He and Cassidy’s scents are so wrapped together at this point that he’d get away with calling them boyfriends, and Cassidy isn’t a bear shifter like Jason, but a werewolf isn’t the worst thing in the world. Cassidy just figures a fun vacation while doing Jason a favor won’t be a hardship. It’s not like it’ll make him want more than he already does.
But will a week in close-quarters pretending to be an item end up revealing the truth?
Cassidy was a couple hours from being done with his shift at Nocturnal Nonsense, the all-night coffee/tea/cafe where he worked, when his phone buzzed with a text. At seven on a weekday coupled with the snow falling heavily outside the cafe was pretty slow, so he didn’t feel bad checking his phone. A nice thing about his job was that his boss didn’t care if the employees used their phones and stuff, as long as they didn’t ignore customers for them.
The text was from Jason the Bearbearian, and looking at the name Cassidy had Jason Evans listed as never failed to make him grin. Not many people would get the joke, but Cassidy had a lot of fun making puns about Jason being a bear shifter. Especially since he so much looked the part. Tall and broad with lots of muscle, shaggy brown hair, and perpetual stubble. Jason’s hands alone were so huge they practically were paws even in his human form.
He surreptitiously looked around, which was silly because he was alone behind the counter. Still, better safe than sorry when it came to texts from Jason, especially at work. Though Jason was usually good about not sending him photos while Cassidy was on shift.
He opened the message. It ended up being completely safe.
When do you get off work again?
Like nine, Cassidy replied. Why?
Driving’s sucked today so far. Riled up. Looking for some fun.
Yeah, okay, Cassidy sent after a second. Why not? He didn’t have anything else planned for the evening, and while he wasn’t currently itching with the need to have someone touch him, sex with Jason was always a good time. But if I’m coming straight from work, I expect you to feed me.
Fuck, fine. I’ll bring you something from the restaurant.
Not in the mood for Japanese Cassidy tapped out. Jason worked as a runner and delivery driver for Happy Turtle, a Japanese restaurant in the area. While it was admittedly amazing food, Cassidy had been craving cheesy saucy goodness all day. I want pizza.
You are such a spoiled brat.
No food, no fucking.
Fine, pizza. How soon can you be here?
ETA nine-thirty. Deal?
Followed by and be careful on the roads, they’re fucking awful.
Cassidy shoved his phone back into his pocket and craned his neck to see out of the large window at the front of the cafe. The snow fall had definitely gotten heavier, the flakes falling thick and fast. He almost regretted saying that he’d drive over to Jason’s place. It wasn’t that much out of the way, but it did mean that he’d also have to deal with the weather during his drive home at whatever o’clock at night it was when they were finished. Cassidy tried not to sleep over at Jason’s place if he could help it.
He had several general rules for all his fuckbuddy situations. No staying the night (unless the situation was dire). If he had to stay the night, he slept somewhere other than in bed with them. No matter what time it was, he got to shower before he left. And no kissing.
Simple enough rules, he figured. Most of the guys he spent time with had no issue with them. And the ones who did, Cassidy wasn’t interested in keeping around. He was very much into sex without strings and absolutely wasn’t looking for anything else. Find a person to fall into bed with, everyone has fun, and then you part ways. Simple. Easy.
And it didn’t give the other person time to learn just how desperately Cassidy craved touch. Why he had to have his rules in place, because it gave him solid reasons to tear himself away, instead of trying to cling. He wasn’t into being clingy.
Having sex often worked for him. Gave him most what he wanted. So he kept to casual and frequent, and was plenty happy.
There were people in his life who judged him for it, which was annoying. His older brother Damien, for instance, was forever harping on about his proclivities. Damien seemed to think Cassidy not “finding someone” to stick around was a failing on the parts of Cassidy’s chosen partners. Which was extra silly, because Damien did casual encounters just as much. Or had, before he’d met Henrick, his mate.
Which was the other thing. Damien was stupid happy in love with Henrick. It only exacerbated his want to have Cassidy find someone too. Since Cassidy wasn’t interested in that at all, it sometimes made things touchy.
Cassidy loved his brother, not even a question, but man did he sometimes get overbearing when he thought he was right. And Damien was especially against Jason for some reason. Jason was Cassidy’s latest, and they were compatible enough in the sex department —and the “how often they wanted sex” department– that Cassidy hadn’t bothered looking for anyone new in… quite a while, actually. He’d met Jason last November, when he’d gone out for his twenty-third birthday. So almost a year now, whoa.
Which meant it was plainly clear he was plenty happy hopping in and out of Jason’s bed. And Jason’s devil-may-care attitude about life in general made him easy to get along with, for the hours they wanted to get along. And if it drove them to arguing, well, that kind of sex was fun too.
Damien did not like Jason. Thought he was too flippant, too insincere, too brazen. Though he did, at least, start trying to play a little nicer after Jason had helped him out a couple months ago. Some fucking psychopath had tried to full-out murder Henrick. Jason’s bear shifter nose had been able to help track the guy down.
He’d been dead when they’d gotten there, which was probably the only reason why Damien hadn’t committed murder in the end, but either way, Jason had helped out in a tight spot. So Damien was grateful. Still acted like he’d bitten into a lemon whenever Jason was around or brought up, though. Honestly it was kind of funny.
Maybe not the reason Cassidy hadn’t bothered to find someone else to sleep with, but he’d be the first to admit that it did add to Jason’s appeal a bit. Cassidy was a younger brother. He was allowed to be a little shit sometimes.
Regardless, Jason was Cassidy’s current flavor of the month (quite a few months). They worked well together. And Jason had the same rules Cassidy did, for the most part. Or at least, he had absolutely no qualms with Cassidy’s. Cassidy was pretty sure Jason really liked the whole “no staying the night” rule. He bitched about the shower thing but screw him, if was 3am and Cassidy had just gotten fucked and wanted a shower, he was going to take one. And Jason had never gone in for a kiss once in the entire time they’d been sleeping together. So hey. That was good. That was great. It certainly helped cement exactly what their relationship was, that Jason didn’t—
Which was good. Since Cassidy didn’t want him to.
Anyway, now he had pizza he didn’t have to pay for himself to look forward to after work, plus a couple hours of fun. Considering he’d just figured on going home and playing video games until he crashed for the night, it wasn’t a bad way to change up his plans.