Page 63 of Jake and Conner
"Aren't you happy?" Conner asked, sounding a little bit insecure.
There was really only one thing I could do in response to that. I got up from my chair, rounded the table and pulled my mate out of his so I could kiss him.
If I'd thought I was the luckiest alpha alive as a teen, I'd been wrong. Or I'd been too early to say it, anyway, because now,now, I was the luckiest alpha alive.
"I love you," I said to Conner, parting from him just so I could beam at him. “This is the best Christmas present ever! I only got you books!”
"I love you too! And I love books," Conner gave back, with that soft smile on his lips that always made me want to kiss him, and so I did.
After a few seconds, though, I paused and pulled away from Conner.
He shot me a questioning look.
I caressed his cheek with my thumb, remembering what we had been talking about before he sprung the cake on me. "Are you really okay with this?"
"What makes you think I'm not?"
"You said all those things about going slow and everything."
"That was the plan I'd made." Conner shrugged. "I've learned that life doesn't always care much for my plans."
"But do you care for this new plan?" I asked, needing to be sure we were both on the same page. I'd made the mistake of assuming that I knew what Conner wanted once, I wasn't going to make it again. Not while so much depended on it.
Conner rested a hand on his belly and smiled at me. He looked so beautiful that moment I kind of just wanted to lift him up and carry him to the bedroom. But not yet. Not before I knew what he had to say. "I love this new plan," he said.
That was all I needed to hear.
“I think I need you to remind me how exactly this baby happened,” I said.
Conner closed his arms around my neck. "I suppose I could give you a demonstration."
"I'm sure it wouldn't hurt."
Conner's smile widened. "You know I'd never hurt you. At least not in a bad way."
Laughter rose in my throat. There had been a few times when we'd maybe gotten a little rough with each other, but Conner was right, it had never hurt in a bad way. It didn't look like rough-housing was what Conner had in mind for tonight, though. Not by the way he sank to his knees in front of me.
"That's not how you make a baby," I pointed out, even as my brain was screaming at me to shut up because I didn't exactly want to dissuade Conner from his actions.
But Conner only grinned. "Oh, so you do remember. Want me to do something else?"
"Don't you dare."
Still with that grin on his face, Conner nimbly opened my fly. I inhaled, and then my breath left me in a rush as Conner freed me from the confines of my boxers and closed his lips around my cock.
It wasn't the first time Conner had given me a blowjob, not at all--he wasn't shy about that kind of thing, at least not behind closed doors--but it had been a while.
I very nearly whined in disappointment when Conner let me slip from his mouth again. "You want to sit down for this?" he asked, an amused glint in his eyes that told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
"Nah," I said. "I can hold myself up." I was a grown alpha after all. Not a teenager overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling an omega's lips around him for the first time.
Thathad been embarrassing. I hadn't exactly toppled over, but I almost had--and I'd come so quickly I hadn't been able to utter even a single word of warning.
"Are you sure about that?" Conner nearly laughed, obviously remembering the same thing I was. "You'll keep standing?"
"Of course I will."
"You know that almost sounds like a challenge." Conner wiggled his eyebrows at me.
