Page 111 of Broken Bonds
I gather him up and drape him over my lap, cradled in my arms, and kiss him. His fingers reach behind my head and hold me in place as I taste my cum on him.
Yeah, I wish this were my guaranteed future, all right.
When I try to end the kiss, he doesn’t release me, making me laugh again. I give in and let him keep kissing me—oh, noes, don’t make me kiss the gorgeous omega—cupping his cheek in my hand as I take control.
My lips explore his, my tongue traces the seam of his lips while his plays with mine, my teeth, exploring.
Skimming my hand down his chest, his abs, I play with the chastity device and gather his juices on my fingers. When I bring them to my lips to taste him, he doesn’t move, sharing the taste with me.
Fuck. I do love him.
After a few more minutes I realize we’ve been playing for nearly two hours. I finally lift my head and meet his gaze. “Such a good boy,” I softly say. “You were perfect.” I stand with him in my arms and carry him into the bathroom I was smart enough to put in when I put up the building.
He clings to me, arms and legs, his eyes closed as I turn on the water, wait until it’s warm, and then step inside. I’m basically wearing him, a sleep pup ready to call it a night.
I step under the water so I can rinse him off first, then finally coax him into standing so I can remove the chastity device and the butt plug and wash him. His eyes remain closed and I’m not all too certain that he might not be asleep, or close to it.
Finally, he stirs enough to drape his arms around my neck and hold on so I can wash myself off and not worry about dropping him. I’d thought about taking him out to the hot tub, but from the way he’s yawning, I’m also starting to. Instead, I shut off the water and grab towels from the shelf next to the shower and manage to get him dried off. I wrap his towel around him almost like a burrito, while mine—the same size—wraps around my hips once, just securely enough I know it won’t fall off on the way to the house.
Not that it matters, I guess. Not like I have neighbors anywhere nearby.
He lays his head against my shoulder when I scoop him up and carry him back to his apartment. When I settle him on his bed and start to back away, he grabs my hand and mumbles something that sounds like, “Not yet.”
I can’t help it. There’s no way I can say no to him, and that risks destroying future me.
Still, I climb into his bed with him while he snuggles tightly against me and immediately falls into a deep slumber.
I wait a few minutes to finally extricate myself and head home, because if I fall asleep next to him—naked—when I wake up I know there’s a better than good chance it’ll be because he’s riding my cock.
Yes, it’d make my life a little easier in some ways if I break down and fuck him, but that short-term gain could lead to lifelong grief if things go tails-up in a bad way.
At least if I haven’t crossed that one bridge with him yet, I can still lie to myself and pretend like it won’t destroy me to lose him.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Jax
Morning Meeting
Despite unleashing my frustrations on my eagerly willing hubby, I still don’t sleep well.
I don’t sleep at all.
As in I finally give up trying around 2:00 and pad out to the living room, stretch out on the couch, and watch TV with the volume turned low so I don’t wake Shawn.
No reason for both of us to be miserable.
Despite my order at the meeting, and my hope that my pack will all comply…
I’m no idiot.
Someone will say the wrong thing to the wrong person—accidentally or on purpose—and Mal’s identity, and the fact that he’s here on our land, will get out to the wrong person. Then I’ve got extra trouble I do not need.
And yet I can’t get the look on Todd’s face tonight out of my mind.
I know he’s already in love with Mal—that’s a given. I’ve never seen him act like this before, no matter who it was.
But even he can’t swear to me that they’re mates.
