Chapter 32
“Jackson, are you ready yet?” yelled Steel from the bottom of the stairs.
He was eager to get going because it was finally time to romance his mate with the fantastic babymoon he’d planned.
For the first time since he met Jackson, there wasn’t a kill order hanging over his mate.
And if he had anything to say about it, there never would be again.
Slate had received the documents from the Silver Point Pack and Penn filed them with the High Council to begin building a case against their Alpha.
Penn also assured Jackson and Steel the High Council would punish Silver Point Alpha if, for some reason, he broke the rules concerning the kill order.
That last piece of information didn’t give Steel the total comfort he wanted but at least his mate could now appear openly in public and not worry about being hunted.
He knew there still would be a battle in the future, but he would take the peace right now while his mate was pregnant.
“Be down in a minute,” Jackson called. He was packing the last few items in his suitcase while Logan sat on the bed. “Do you have any questions about the nursery you need to ask me before I leave?” Jackson asked his brother.
“No, I’ve told you, I’ll be busy on a different project while you’re gone,” Logan replied. “I’ll have plenty of time to do the nursery after you get back from your babymoon. Any idea where Steel is taking you?”
“Nope, he won’t tell me. I tried everything. Why, last night when I was…”
“No, no, no, TMI, TMI,” blurted out Logan as he covered his ears. “I do not need to know anything that goes on in your bedroom, understand?”
Jackson burst out laughing, then smirked. “Got it. Anyway, to answer your question, no I haven’t a clue. Lordy, that man can keep a secret like nobody’s business. All I know is we’re leaving here by helicopter.”
“Wow, I haven’t ever flown in one of those.”
“Me either. But I’m looking forward to it. Listen, I told our brothers that you’re in charge while I’m gone. If you have any problems, call Mystia. She’ll make sure the boys toe the line.”
“I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. Stop worrying and go have a good time. You deserve it. I’ll be waiting to get a full report from you when you get back—minus any bedroom information,” Logan said, grinning.
“Jackson, babe, please hurry,” shouted Steel impatiently.
“You’d better go or your mate will come up here and drag you down,” snickered Logan. “Let me carry your suitcase for you.”
As they walked down the hall, Jackson put his arm around his twin’s waist, pulling him in for a one-armed hug and murmuring, “I love you, bro, and thanks for all your help and support.”
“I love you too,” Logan replied. “Just promise me you’ll enjoy yourself and not worry about anything else.”
“I’ll try,” answered Jackson as they descended the stairs.
Steel looked up at Jackson coming down the stairs.
The love Steel felt for his mate overwhelmed him.
He reached out for Jackson’s hand, pulling him to his chest, leaning down to caress Jackson’s soft, pliable lips with his own.
“You look gorgeous. Let’s hope I don’t have to fight off advances from other men. ”
Jackson deepened the kiss and when his mate’s lips opened a sliver, he thrust his tongue in, entwining it with Steel’s.
Everyone around them was forgotten as the soul mates got lost in their love for each other.
Steel started grinding his hard cock against his mate’s as they breathlessly consumed each other’s mouths.
Jackson felt the heat rising in his body, wanting to be taken by Steel when something penetrated his lust fog—the clearing of several throats.
Jackson’s teeth sunk into Steel’s lower lip, holding it as he separated from him. Finally, he released it, looking with passion-filled eyes at his mate, whispering, “Till later, babe.”
Shit, Steel realized he was so lost in the need for his mate he would have fucked him in front of everyone.
He looked around, seeing various smiles, grins, leers, and smirks from his parents and Jackson’s brothers, and felt a blush fall over his cheeks.
“I—ahh, think we’re ready to leave now,” Steel mumbled, reaching for his mate’s hand.
The couple was smothered with “good-byes” all the way to a clearing near the house where the chopper sat. Noticing how small it was, Jackson nervously asked Steel, “Are we going to be safe in that—that thing? Maybe we should drive.”
“Babe, it’s very safe. And it’s bigger than you think—it seats seven passengers and we use it all the time. So, trust me, mo chroí, I would not have you and our pup flying in an unsafe helicopter. Come on,” Steel said, pulling Jackson toward the man who was standing next to it.
“Hi, Robert, good to see you again,” Steel said, shaking the man’s hand. “This is my mate, Jackson.”
“Glad to see you, sir,” Robert replied, looking at Jackson. “Very happy to meet Mr. Valentin’s mate, sir.”
“Please, call me Jackson.”
“Have you ever flown in a helicopter, Jackson?” asked Robert.
“No.”
“Well, this baby is one of the best there is,” he said, opening the passenger door and beckoning them to climb aboard.
Steel helped Jackson into the helicopter, directing his mate to one of the seats facing forward. He buckled Jackson in, giving him a headset to put on. Once Jackson was set, Steel sat down next to him as Robert closed the passenger door and climbed into the cockpit.
Jackson heard the engine power up and as the blades started to rotate, slowly at first, then reaching full speed, he realized the need for the headset; he wouldn’t hear anything over that noise.
Suddenly, he heard Steel’s voice in his ears, “Are you okay, babe?” He realized all, well, most of his fear had dissipated and he was eager to get up in the air.
Jackson answered Steel by nodding his head and then saw Steel pointing to the microphone on Jackson’s headset.
“We use the headsets to talk while we’re in the air or else we can’t hear each other. ”
“Got it,” Jackson said, “I’m good to go,” Startled as he felt the helicopter lift off the ground.
He looked out the window and saw his brothers who were looking up at him, squinting in the sunlight.
He waved at them as the pilot turned, heading away from the house.
Jackson was enthralled with the view from his window.
He’d never flown in a helicopter before so he didn’t know what to expect.
Even if he tried to imagine it, he wouldn’t have been close to the thrill he was experiencing.
Jackson followed Steel’s finger as he pointed out different mountains, rivers, towns, and highways to him.
He was amazed his mate knew exactly where they were, even while in the air, because Jackson was totally lost. After they’d been flying for a while, Jackson finally looked at Steel who had a big smile on his face. “What are you smiling at?”
“You, my love. I love watching you enjoying things.”
Jackson felt his cheeks turning pink. “I guess you think I’m na?ve.”
“Oh, no, babe, I don’t think that at all. I feel so lucky that I get to do these things with you first,” assured Steel, who was rewarded with a blinding smile from Jackson. “Look out there, what do you see?”
Jackson focused on what Steel was pointing to, gasping when he realized where they were heading.
His head snapped back to Steel’s face, yelling, “San Francisco! Really??? I always wanted to go there. How did you know?” Turning back to look at the skyline as it continued to get closer, he brought Steel’s hand to his lips, kissing it with a loud smack.
Jackson heard Robert address Steel. “Sir, we will be landing in about ten minutes. The car is waiting for you.”
“Thanks,” replied Steel. He grinned at Jackson who was bouncing his legs in excitement.
Steel had planned activities he thought his mate would especially like, including a special surprise for their final night in San Francisco.
Romance was foremost in mind as he picked each restaurant, place to visit, or hotel to stay at for this trip.
He wanted his mate to be both wowed and wooed and to feel all of Steel’s love.
“Are you ready for the start of your babymoon?” asked Steel as the helicopter started its descent to the heliport in downtown San Francisco.
“Yes, babe. I love you for doing this for me,” said Jackson, awed his mate had gone to such lengths to please him.
“You know, I’m going to enjoy this too,” admitted Steel, “because I’ll be with you, my love.”
Jackson blew Steel a kiss as they landed.
When the rotors wound down, he and Steel took off their headsets and unbuckled their harnesses before stepping out onto terra firma—or at least what passed for it on the roof of a tall building.
Steel took his mate’s hand, walking towards a door.
Robert followed with their suitcases. A short knock and a man opened it to let them inside.
“Mr. Valentin, I’m James,” he said, introducing himself. “When you are ready for your return trip, please call me. The car is downstairs in front of the building, waiting for you and your husband.”
“Thank you, James,” said Steel.
James took the suitcases from Robert leading the way down one short flight of stairs to an elevator. After entering a security code on the keypad, he said, “It’ll be here in a minute.”
But Steel wasn’t ready to wait. He started to nibble at Jackson’s ear lobe after pulling his mate to his side, causing Jackson’s cock to rise.
When Steel ignored his mate’s poke in the ribs, Jackson retaliated by palming his mate’s cock which immediately hardened, causing Steel to bite down on Jackson’s earlobe in an effort to stop his mate from rubbing.
Luckily, before his teeth pierced Jackson’s ear, a ding announced the arrival of the elevator.
James moved aside, ushering Jackson and Steel inside.
Steel pushed Jackson against the back of the elevator, both facing forward.
Jackson felt Steel’s hand stretch the hidden elastic waistband of his new maternity pants, his fingers sliding down inside between his cheeks, searching for his puckered rose.
He had no defense against Steel’s game; his cock pushed against the constraints of his pants and his breath became ragged, trying to control the need for his mate that was consuming his body.
When Steel’s finger found and then breached him, Jackson could no longer hold back a whimper.
It caused James to look around at them, but finding nothing unusual, he turned forward again.
Jackson had never done anything like this in an elevator but it was one of the hottest things that ever happened to him.
Just as the elevator reached the ground floor, Steel removed his hand and raised his fingers to his nose.
Jackson saw him inhale his scent, then gasped as Steel put them into his mouth, sucking them.
Holy Fucking Damn! Jackson knew he was in so much trouble watching the blissful expression cross his mate’s face.
“Hurry, I need to be fucked right now,” Jackson whispered to his mate.
Steel chuckled, leading his mate to the waiting car where Jackson’s eyes widened looking at the chauffeur holding open the rear door. Steel helped him in, sliding in next to him. After the chauffeur closed their door, he got in behind the wheel and started the car.
As they drove off, Jackson surveyed luxurious interior and inhaled the intoxicating scent of English leather.
Steel, watching his mate’s reaction, smiled, “It’s a Bentley,” while palming Jackson’s cock.
Yup, it was now official. Public displays of cock teasing turn me on. His cock was now as hard as it had ever been and just as he thought he was going cream his pants, Steel leaned over, whispering in his ear, “You are not allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
Jackson narrowed his eyes at his mate’s command. Shit! He was so close to coming, he wasn’t sure if he could hold off. Then Steel murmured, “If you do come without permission, you will be punished.”
Clenching his fists, Jackson felt his claws extend, poking into his palms. Fuck, he knew his teeth had dropped because he could taste blood.
Jackson was literally shaking with the effort to control both his shift and orgasm.
And then, just as he thought he would lose the battle, the car stopped in front of a hotel.
Steel removed his hand from Jackson’s cock, hissing, “Good boy. In a few minutes, you’ll get your reward.”
Jackson concentrated on retracting his claws and teeth as Steel got out of the car.
Grabbing his mate’s hand, Steel pulled him out of the Bentley.
Standing up, he was greeted by the hotel manager who shook their hands.
“Welcome to the St. George, Mr. and Mr. Valentin. I hope your flight was good and, if you’ll please follow me, I’ll show you to your suite. ”
Steel took Jackson’s hand, following the hotel manager through the lobby.
Jackson had never seen anything like it.
Sleek, modern, and sophisticated came to his mind immediately.
Oh, Logan would love this, he mused, taking in the grey striated marble floor, mirrored reception desk, and pale grey and soft taupe chairs scattered around the lobby.
From the black marbled walls to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows everything was monochromatic except for accents of color from large murals of ancient Rome.
Eventually arriving at a private elevator, they were whisked upward to their floor.
Getting out, the hotel manager handed Steel a key and said, “This is a private elevator for this suite only.” Walking over to a set of gleaming wooden double doors and, with the click of a keycard, the manager opened them, standing aside.
Steel led Jackson into a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows framing a sweeping panorama of San Francisco Bay.
Jackson stopped short. His heart nearly stopped.
Steel and the hotel manager were talking, but he heard nothing.
He was simply overwhelmed by everything.
Oh, my gods, wait until Logan hears about this!