Chapter 17Gavin
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
GAVIN
After hours of behaving myself out of respect for Thane’s current situation and his need for my and Jules’ support, it’s surprising I’m managing to control myself now. Or maybe not.
I want to enjoy Jules for as long as I can. He’s so fucking wet and tight around my cock, hot as liquid fire as he clenches my shaft and pants for breath. I love the sounds he makes, the way he looks at me with nothing but naked trust.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” I say as I ease my finger into him alongside my cock. “I’m so proud of how well you’re taking me.”
A large part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and fuck his womb, sink so deep into him I can’t tell where I end and he begins. It probably won’t hurt him or the child he’s most likely carrying, not this early in the pregnancy, but I’m not willing to take the risk. If I do something that hurts him I’ll never forgive myself and won’t expect him to either.
“Gavin—” Jules whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut. A tear runs down his temple. His legs tremble on either side of my thighs as he white-knuckles the base of his cock. The pink flush on his cheeks darkens as his body stretches to accommodate my finger.
“Okay?” I run my hand up and down his smooth thigh as I pause, giving him time to adjust to the new sensation.
He nods. “Keep going. It feels good.”
Not doing as Jules says is a good way for him to take what he wants, as he’s proven twice now, so I press my finger a little deeper. His cock leaks a stream of pre-cum as his hole gushes slick. My balls and thighs are soaked.
I roll my hips and Jules cries out, fisting the blanket with his free hand as he plants his feet on the mattress and tilts his hips. I sink deeper with a groan. Pleasure buzzes at the base of my spine. He clenches around me, tight enough I’m worried he might not be able to handle both my cock and my finger, but he looks as if he’s enjoying being so thoroughly pulled apart. I won’t stop unless he asks or it becomes obvious I should.
“Stroke your cock for me,” I urge as his wide eyes meet mine. He pumps his shaft and moans. It only takes a couple of seconds for his body to relax even further and I push my finger deeper before I start slowly fucking him. He whimpers. The sound is all want and need wrapped in pure pleasure. “Perfect, Jules. You make me so fucking hard.”
He shouldn’t feel as good as he does. Or look as pretty as he does with his hand around his slender cock, wet and needy, hair in disarray, eyes wide and glassy, cheeks and chest flushed with pleasure, stretched wide open around my cock. He looks like my teenage wet dream. He’s hell on my self-control.
“Gavin—I...” He was close before and he’s right there again. I’m not far behind him.
“You going to come for your alpha?” I ask as I start to pump into him, quickly finding an easy rhythm that has him wiggling his hips to take me deeper.
Jules nods, his mouth opening and closing, before he simply moans loud and long and strokes his cock fast. Pleasure races up my spine and I grit my teeth as my cock kicks inside of him. The slap of our bodies is loud in the quiet room.
My heart is pounding—an out-of-control racehorse, speeding towards the finish line—but I keep going. I don’t dare stop, not when Jules looks so close to milking me for all I’m worth. My thighs burn and ache. A bead of sweat rolls down my temple as I pant for breath. It doesn’t feel like I’m sucking in oxygen at all. Just the scent of my mate reaching his limit.
I curl my finger inside of Jules. He cries out, back arching, hole clenching so tight I don’t dare move as I settle inside of him. His cock jerks between his fingers and he paints his abdomen and chest with streaks of milky-white cum. I groan as I pull my finger free from his hole and slide deeper.
My cockhead bumps against his womb and my cock pulses inside of him. The release is so intense for a moment everything but Jules disappears. He trembles under me, wheezing for breath, damp with sweat, flushed with satisfaction as I fill him with shot after shot of cum.
When I ease from his body and collapse next to him, he curls into my side, pressing his face into my throat. I bury my nose in his hair and inhale deeply. “How was that? Are you okay?”
“Perfect.” He yawns and wraps an arm around my midsection. “Can we have French toast for breakfast tomorrow?”
I chuckle under my breath as I shift us around in bed and tuck him under the blankets before joining him. He comes into my arms easily, slipping his knee between mine with a soft exhale. I comb my fingers through his blonde hair. “We can have whatever you want, including French toast.”
If he wants French toast for breakfast, he deserves it after this week. It’s been an endless surge of one life-changing event after another, and I’m sure he’s exhausted. Not just physically, but emotionally too. Maybe with the boys gone for a few days it won’t only be Thane who gets some much-needed rest.
Jules still needs to settle in. Not just into the house but into being my mate as well. I have some settling of my own to do. It’s not as if I ever planned to remarry, much less mate. I thought I had everything I needed with my three boys to be happy and content.
Sometimes, the best things that happen in life aren’t planned, and all the better for it because they shine unexpected light. Jules is a gift I never asked for but I plan to treasure for so long as we both draw breath.
“You’re the best, Gavin.” He presses a sleepy, open-mouth kiss to my chest.
“You too, Juju. You too.” I press a kiss to his hair and let sleep take me.
It’s early; the sun is barely up when I wake after a night of easy dreams. Jules is wrapped around me, all arms and legs. His breath is hot on my chin and I smile to myself, holding him close for a little longer, enjoying the soft warmth of my mate next to me before gently sliding out from his embrace. He mumbles and slaps at the empty bed.
It’s adorable, almost enough to tempt me back into bed, but I promised him French toast this morning so I push a pillow into his arms and wrap the blanket around his shoulders. My shower is quick and I get dressed as quietly as possible before gently pulling the bedroom door shut on my way out.
Thane is already up, a blanket draped over his hunched shoulders as he sits at the tiny table tucked into the kitchen nook. His hands are wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee and he’s staring out the window. The world outside is still cast in dark shadows, but I doubt he sees any of it.
The bruising on his face already looks better today, but it’s the wounds I can’t see I’m most worried about. Finnick did damage I can’t fix with ointment and bandages. Damage that will take time and maybe the love of a good alpha to truly heal.
“You want some French toast?” I ask as I pour myself a cup of coffee.
Thane turns his head and blinks as his brow furrows. “What?”
“French toast. You want?” I pour creamer into my coffee and take a sip before I set my cup to the side so I can start breakfast.
“Oh. Yeah. Sure. Do you want help?” Thane drains his coffee and stands.
“You want to call the boys? Make sure no one has lost a limb.” Who knows what trouble the four children are getting up to. Baz is the most level-headed of the bunch most days but... he’s still young, and not always the adult in the room even when he’s the oldest.
Altair may keep all of them in order but trying to manage Baz and two teenagers who know how to push every button on the elevator to hell... He’s probably wishing he was still in the basement with his boyfriend.
Thane laughs. It’s weak but it’s something. “A lost limb might be the good news.”
“Don’t curse us like that,” I tell him as I dig ingredients from the fridge. It’s a wasteland of cooking supplies but my boys asked for French toast a lot growing up—Callum and Altair still do, and since they still live with me, I still make it often—so I always have the ingredients on hand.
“Is Jules sleeping in?” Thane asks as he rests his hip on the counter.
“Yeah. He’s had a rough go. Some extra sleep will do him good.” A week ago he was unhoused, sleeping in abandoned buildings or the forest surrounding Pine Glen. He’s just coming off his heat after being unexpectedly, accidentally mated. Instead of mutual blow jobs last night we had sex before he passed out within minutes of coming.
He needs to sleep for a week and a half and I hope he stays in bed until breakfast is done. I’ll take him a tray and climb back between the sheets with him. We can spend some time snuggling and getting to know one another better.
Thane has been over more than enough to know he’s more than welcome to make himself at home. He doesn’t need a babysitter and if I try to fill that role, he’ll find somewhere else to stay.
“I bet.” Thane is doing a horrible job of hiding his grin behind his phone when I pause in breakfast preparations to glare at him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be harassing your son?” He’s not cooking so the least he can do is make sure his son and my three aren’t starving to death. Or worse.