Chapter 23Gavin
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
GAVIN
We leave the theater before the movie ends, mostly so Jules can slip into the bathroom. Without a proper shower it doesn’t really matter how well he washes up in the sink—anyone who passes us will be able to smell me on him, and him on me.
The alpha in me is proud of that fact. I want him to smell like me, for everyone to know he’s mine. Jules is my mate and like any mated alpha I have more than my fair share of possessive tendencies. Jules probably has a few of his own.
He comes out of the bathroom, cheeks flushed pink, and cuddles against my side, refusing to meet my eyes. He still laces his fingers with mine when I reach for his hand. I squeeze softly as I lead us to the door. The young man behind the counter gives us some serious side-eye but I ignore him and he says nothing.
“Are you up for a walk or do you want to head home?” Either is fine. I’m happy to spend time with Jules out and about or at home, snuggled up on the sofa.
Of course, when we make it home, we’ll be doing a lot more than snuggling on the sofa. As much as I enjoyed fucking him in the theater it wasn’t nearly enough to sate my hunger for him. Once is never going to be enough where Jules is concerned. Everything about him, from his sweet personality to his sweeter smile, does it for me.
“Let’s take a walk,” he says as we pause outside the theater. “I’m not ready to end our date yet. If that’s okay.”
“It’s perfect.” There’s a park right across the street. This time of night the streetlights are on and the walkways are empty. Most people are home with their families for the night.
We fall into step easily, Jules tucked safely into my side. I love to see him so happy and I love being the reason he’s smiling. I plan to make a habit of it. That anyone would look at him and not actively try to make him happy is unthinkable.
Eventually, I tug him off the paved path and into the grass, toward one of the small man-made lakes found throughout the park. It’s dark and peaceful, the moon shining off the placid surface. A couple of ducks are tucked against the bank, sleeping peacefully.
Jules turns to face me at the water’s edge. He clenches the bottom of my shirt as his warm eyes search my face, as if he’s finding answers to questions he hasn’t yet asked. “Tonight... Gavin— I know you told me not to thank you but what else am I supposed to say when you’re so good to me?”
I comb my fingers through his hair and pull him against my chest with a soft sigh. His scent is thoroughly mixed with mine despite the quick cleanup he did. I inhale deeply. “You’re mine now, Jules. As much as I’m yours.” There is no undoing our mating. He’s it for me, until death do us part, and I’m happy that’s the case. “It’s not just my job but a privilege to be good to you. You don’t have to thank me for that. Only show me the same kindness and grace on days when I need it.”
He tucks his face into my chest; his voice is muffled when he says, “I wish there was more that I could do for you.”
I tip his head up and brush my mouth over his. “You’re enough. Just as you are.” I don’t think anyone has ever told him that but he needs to know. Jules is perfect in every way. From the tips of his blonde hair, to the bottom of his cute little toes. He doesn’t need to earn me, my kindness or my love. “You don’t need to do more than be happy.”
“That kind of feels like cheating.” There’s a slight whine in his voice.
I laugh and walk him backwards, towards a grove of trees. “How about some terms and conditions? Things you can do for me if you like, that I’d like a partner to do.”
He wraps his arms around my neck and grins. “Yeah. Okay. I’d like that.”
“Once you’re more comfortable with my hawk, come flying with me on the weekends.” I peck him on the mouth as the darkness closes around us and I press him against a tree. “I’ll get a safety pouch so you don’t have to worry about being dropped.” Not that he has to worry about it anyway. I’d never drop him on purpose and if I did on accident I’d catch him in a heartbeat.
“I didn’t hate our last flight so I’d like that.” He twists his fingers in my hair as I grasp his thigh and pull his leg up so I can fit between his knees.
“At minimum two kisses a day—one before we start our day and one before we end our day.” I nip at his neck and lick the warm skin. “More are always welcome and appreciated.”
“Is that it?” His voice cracks as I press a line of kisses down his throat.
“Open access to your body.” I nibble on his earlobe as I unbutton his pants and ease them down his hips.
Jules moans low, the sound vibrating his throat, when I fist his already hard cock and stroke from root to leaking head. His voice is faint and choked. “My body is yours.”
I drop to my knees between his legs. His knees press against my shoulders as he blinks down at me. In the dark, I can’t see the stain on his cheeks but I know he’s blushing as I run my hands up the back of his thighs. “Even now? Here?”
He let me have him in the theater but this is a little more exposed than that. Even though it’s dark and we’re alone, anyone could walk by at any time and hear him.
“Yes.” I lick over his swollen head, collecting a bead of pre-cum on my tongue with a hum, but the confirmation that he’s mine even now is all I need to swallow him to the back of my throat. He rolls his hips with a needy, lust-drunk moan and I palm his ass before pressing my fingers between his cheeks and finding his wet hole. “Gavin.”
He’s hot and slick around my finger, still loose from having my cock inside him. I press two fingers into his hole as I hollow my cheeks and suck. He shoves his fingers into my hair and clings to me. Unlike in the theater, he doesn’t even attempt to muffle his moans. He’s loud and free, just the way he should be. Every sound he makes only encourages me to suck him faster, fuck him harder with my fingers.
My cock is hard and my balls throb. It would be all too easy to stand, turn Jules around and fuck him like a mindless beast, but every time we come together doesn’t have to be about me walking away satisfied. I can suffer a little if it means he doesn’t have to.
Jules whines, his nails scratching my scalp as he fucks my mouth. I encourage him with a hand on his hips, letting him go as deep as he needs. He sinks back on my fingers, gushing slick before hitting the back of my throat.
“I’m going to come. Gavin. Oh, f-fuck.” I flick my tongue against the sensitive underside of his swollen head and press a third finger into his tight body. He cries out, his cock thickening on my tongue as he comes against the back of my throat. His taste is bittersweet and I swallow every drop, savoring it, savoring him, until he’s whimpering and tugging on my hair, too sensitive to take more.
When I pull off his cock and lick a final drop of cum off his slit, he slides down the tree and collapses against my chest, his own chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
“Good?” I whisper in his ear as I run my hand up his spine.
“Great.” He tucks his face into my neck, his favorite hiding spot, even as his fingers trail up my thigh towards my straining cock.
I catch his wrist and pull his hand to my mouth, kissing his knuckles. “You can worry about me later. That was just for you.”
Open access to his body means I get to use him as I see fit. I never said anything about him using me in return. Of course, he can, but not because I expect him to return the favor every time I make him come. Because he wants me as badly as I want him.
He shakes his head. “You’re too good for me.”
“It’s a good thing that’s not your decision to make then.” I gently pull him to his feet and button his pants. “Ready to head home now?”
“Yeah.” His smile is almost blinding; I peck him on the mouth before tucking him under my arm. He wraps himself around me with a happy sigh and I grin into the darkness. I never intended any of this, but I don’t regret any of it either.
Jules just might be the best thing to ever happen to me and my kids.