Must Love Cats

Dale Thomason isn't much of a cat person. In fact, he doesn't particularly care for animals of any kind. Or people either, for that matter. A food critic for the local press, he dines out on the company tab without the hassle of going on a date. His sex life is non-existent, particularly when compared to that of his bisexual BFF, Jill. When a stray orange tomcat brazenly follows Dale home one night, he calls Jill to come rid his apartment of the feline terror. But he can't seem to keep the cat out of his home, and the next time it comes inside, Jill isn't there to rescue him, so he lets it stay. That night Dale has the sexiest, most vivid dream starring the hot new redhead who just moved into the apartment across from his. In the morning, the cat has mysteriously vanished and Dale is left reeling from the wet dream. Did he imagine the whole thing? Or does his new neighbor harbor a furry secret?

J.M. Snyder · LGBT+

Not enough ratings

18 Chs

Chapter 10

With slow, languid movements, the stranger stretched before Dale, pale muscles rippling in the morning sunlight. Those strong arms spread out as the stranger knelt on the foot of the bed and, like a lazy cat in a beam of sunshine, eased himself down alongside Dale. Propping his head up on one hand, the stranger lay beside him, a Cheshire grin on his handsome face. The light from the window behind him cast his wild mane in gold, and it shown around his head like a halo.

Dale gulped with sudden lust. Definitelya dream. No one looked this good up close…at least, no one who’d ever shared his bed.

“Hey,” the stranger breathed. His free hand brushed back the hair from Dale’s sweaty brow, then traced the curve of Dale’s jaw, down his neck, onto his chest. He unbuttoned Dale’s shirt as he went, spreading the material apart to allow the cool air to kiss Dale’s fevered flesh. Then he moved lower, over Dale’s stomach, toward his crotch. “Thanks for letting me stay the night.”

PREV INDEX Next