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“My family will be the opposite. They may seem like too much sometimes, but they will be delighted to meet you.” And askingfor babies. That was not an issue I wanted to figure out until I had Brody with me in Iowa.
When his stomach growled, I sat up away from him. “You’re hungry. It’s my duty as your mate to make sure you’re fed. I’m going to order dinner from the lodge. Is there anything specific you would like?”
Brody giggled. “I think I’m going to like this. A lot. The beef and lentil cottage pie looked yummy the other day, so if it’s available, I would like that. And then, I want you for dessert.”
My bear wanted me to lay Brody down and take him right there. If I didn’t have to feed my mate first, I would have. Once he had been fulfilled that way, then we would play.
Chapter Sixteen
Brody
One week later…
After packing my toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant into my travel bag, I loaded the cooler with the remaining contents of my refrigerator that hadn’t been cleaned out before I’d left for Oregon. There wasn’t much since I had only been home for a week after my holiday at the Winter Wonderland Wilderness Lodge. I had purposely bought only what I absolutely needed and tried to use up things like the condiments and toiletries, so I had even less to take across several states with me. Most evenings, I ordered in and ate the previous night’s leftovers for breakfast and lunch the next day, reducing the amount of groceries I needed.
I talked to Ulrik every night before going to bed. Even though he barely had enough time to return home before he planned to head back to California to get me, he always found an hour or two to chat. Sleep became elusive for me the closer the time came to move in with him. Not because I was afraid to live with him, or because he was a polar bear shifter. Instead, I worried he would change his mind. That, in the couple of days he was back in Iowa, he would find some way to undo the mating he claimed bonded us together. I’d been told I was too much and that no one would ever want to be in a committed relationship with me for most of my dating life, so I believed it. It was the main reason I found it hard to believe Ulrik actually wanted to be with me.
I expected he would never contact me again after he dropped me off and took some of my belongings with him. When we video chatted every night, it helped reduce that fear. Plus, he messaged me early that morning to let me know he’d left the hotel on the border of Colorado and Utah and was on his way.
That was when I texted my mother. I figured it was best to tell someone in my family that I was moving and where. In case something happened.
Moving to Iowa. Going to be living with another guy.
Maybe I shouldn’t have added that last part, but I wanted to reinforce the fact that I was gay and always would be.
Here’s my address, if you need me…
I doubted my mom would visit, or that my parents would leave me anything in their will. I shrugged, not sure why I still felt some kind of obligation to her. She might have been a good mother if…
I unclenched my jaw and fists. I’d spent too much of my life down that line of thought and decided to get back to packing. I blasted music through my headphones to keep my mind occupied.
Several hours after Ulrik had left, he buzzed up, the notification chiming on my phone. I let him into the building, still finding it hard to believe I had a mate and was about to move in with him. While I waited for him to get up to the twelfth floor, I vibrated with anxiousness. During the last hour, I’d ordered food for us and moved as many things as possible to the entrance of my apartment, only leaving a narrow walkway to the door. All my large furniture and appliances would stay in my condo to furnish it for whomever decided to lease it, my agent taking care of all that for me. Besides, Ulrik had a fully furnished home, and I didn’t want to pay to have it all in storage. My mate and I had discussed at length what to do with my stuff. He was readily willing to sell some of his to accommodate mine. I objected since moving furniture and appliances across several states would be such a hassle. Besides, if something happened between us, and I decided not to live with him any longer, I still had my furnished place in LA to return to if need be.
Swallowing that worry, I tried to focus on living with someone for the first time whom I’d had sex with before living together. There would be no creeping out of his place in the middle of the night or wondering when in the wee hours of the morning he’d left my bed. I would be able to cuddle with him after sex and have morning sex, too. If I woke up in time. But it was about more than sex, too.
I gasped. I would be able to kiss him goodbye before he left for work and hello when he returned home. The quiet pleasure pushed away all my worry. This was what I’d wanted.
I opened the door to see if Ulrik was close. He stood right in front of me. With an excited squeal, I wrapped my arms around him. “You’re here!”
He chuckled, rubbing my back. “I am. And I need to use your bathroom. I drank way too much coffee on the way here, and I haven’t stopped since Nevada.”
It was my turn to laugh as I let him go and moved out of the way. “It’s all yours.”
I was at the counter, pulling out the food for us to eat before we packed everything in his truck and left. He came up behind me, leaned into me with his hands on my waist, and nuzzled into my neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”
As my heart swelled, I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you, too, my mate.”
A low growl emanated from his throat, making my cock swell.
I reached between us to feel his hardness under his jeans. “How soon do you want to be back on the road?”
His lips found mine as he fumbled to push down my pants and underwear. Then he lifted my bare ass onto the edge of the sink, shoving our food farther down the counter. “I’m not driving again until the morning, so we have lots of time.”
In a flurry of kisses and heavy breaths, he fingered my hole. I gasped, having packed away the condoms and lube. For somereason, I felt wet with his penetration. I held my breath, worried my anxiety had ruined the moment.
Ulrik didn’t stop, instead, sliding his finger into me with ease. “What a good mate you are,” he whispered into my ear. “Already producing slick for me.”
Slick? I hoped it was that and not something much smellier. I didn’t have time to worry, pleasure flooding all my senses. He ignited every flame of desire until I became delirious. I folded like putty in his hands when he carried me over to the table then slid his cock inside my puckered ring, completely bare.
