Noooo. Thank You… #2
Rowan chuckles, remembering that’s why it has to be mohair. “100%. It’s a sweater. Sort of. More of an experiment, if I’m honest.” A dick-speriment to see if he can get Grayson to wear it or let Rowan fuck him while he wears it…that sort of thing.
Lily must have the memory of an elephant, because her face goes red and her jaw drops open. She stares around Rowan’s shoulder after Luca, eyes vague as if she’s caught in a memory. Not sure if he should startle her or not, Rowan just waits.
A few seconds later, she gives a full-body shudder, but there’s determination written all over her face.
“Pink, you said? But neither of these is right?” It’s admirable and fascinating as she grabs a ball of the palest lavender and the dusty rose shade slightly darker than the bubblegum one in his hand.
“If you blend these two, you should get the exact shade you’re looking for…
uh, yeah.” She drops the yarn into his basket, and with a nod, she flees the aisle.
He can’t help himself; he laughs. She had recalled Grayson’s dick shade exactly from memory from three months ago. It’ll be perfect. Rowan can’t decide if he’s going to tell Grayson or not. Maybe he’ll save it up as a treat for when Grayson’s being extra extra.
Better go find his wayward mate before he has time to think too hard about what Rowan hopes is going to be a very exhibitionist afternoon, and they end up giving Lily more than she should be expected to endure on a Wednesday afternoon.
Luca is bent over at the waist, looking at boxes of garden stone kits.
Anyone who is looking could get a look at that perfect, juicy red butt with a single white handprint on it.
Gideon would have had to hit it in the same spot over and over with incredible precision.
It’s pretty and something they should be proud of, but maybe not in the kids’ section of the craft store.
“Luc, baby. You can’t have your ass out here.” Rowan presses on his lower back and forces him into a crouch instead of bending over at the waist.
“Sorry,” Luca giggles and points to the kit with its cement and mold. “I like this one. It’s got a faster curing time. They’re going to be so pretty, and then when the babies are big, we can do theirs too. It’ll be a pack project and last forever!”
“That’s a great idea. Do we need eight? Or do you want to just take them all? For future projects? Maybe Tsuki and the cats?”
“Really? Yeah! But they’re heavy.”
He’s not wrong. There are sixteen kits, and while they’re not big boxes, they each weigh ten pounds.
They pile Rowan’s arms high with ten kits while Luca manages three in the basket with the wool and another three in his other arm.
It’s stupid that they don’t realize how revealing it is until Lily’s eyes bug out of her head.
Because while a hundred pounds of art kits might be easily done by a Were, a human man might be sweating a bit more.
Luca must think so, too, because he drops the three he’s holding (easily) to the floor with a crash. “Ro! I said they were too heavy for me! You’re strong, but I’m not at all.” Rowan groans quietly, because it’s the worst acting Luca has ever managed, but it seems to do the trick for Lily.
“Oh shit. Let me get you a cart. Those must be crazy heavy.”
“Yeah, that time in the gym sure pays off.” Don’t judge; his acting isn’t any better.
“You having a party, Luca?”
“Yup, family coming by, and we thought it would be fun!”
“Looks like it. Uh…just so you know, though? This kit sets faster, and it gets pretty hot. Rock hard in under three hours.” She slowly hauls Luca’s six boxes onto the counter and pulls out a rolling cart so she can unburden Rowan. “Is there anything else?”
Rowan is remarkably impressed that Luca hadn’t jumped all over that hard in under three hours with a quip of his own, and he remembers his promise.
“Yeah, do you have a Bedazzler?” Turns out, a professional-grade Bedazzler goes for two hundred bucks and despite his earlier condition that Luca was going to be footing the bill, Rowan pulls out his card so he can accept the sweet kiss from Luca.
“Well, it was nice to see you, Lily.” Luca pushes the glass door open and the tinkle of the bell sounds as the cool February air makes Rowan’s nose tingle. They wave goodbye and Rowan pops the trunk so he can load the heavy boxes into the trunk.
“Well,” Luca grins up at him, cheeks flushed from their interaction in the store, his new gift and anticipation of what comes next.
There’s a sizzle down Rowan’s spine too and he can’t keep the wide grin from his face. “Ready, cutie?”
“More than. You too?” It warms that place in his chest that Luca checks in with him too. He doesn’t need Gideon’s voice in his ear to remind him that play goes both ways.
“More than.”
Opening Luca’s door, he buckles his mate in with a firm tug on the seat belt so it’s nice and tight.
He leans into Luca’s neck and enjoys his happy scent up close.
It’s delicious, hot like melted chocolate, but Rowan wants him to smell a bit sweeter, so he lifts the edge of the skirt until it pulls tight against the material tucked under Luca’s butt.
“I want to see your pretty dick when I get back from taking the cart back, yeah?”
With a swift intake of breath, Luca gives a sharp nod and pulls the skirt the rest of the way up. It’s a glacial pace, and anyone watching would wonder what’s taking Rowan so long, crouched beside the expensive car. Anyone close enough could see, too, if they wanted.
Luca stops at the last minute, false modesty pretty on his flushed cheeks. His dark eyes are black and hazy. “I’m embarrassed. What if someone sees?”
The old Rowan might have joked that it’s exactly what they both want, but this Rowan stays with his mate in the scene, and he grips Luca’s wrist tightly, feeling the tiny bones grind a bit.
His beta moans deep and bucks up against the tightness of the seat belt.
“You’ll do as you are asked, cutie. Now. ”
“Yes.” Luca pulls his skirt up and over his pretty cock. It’s a soft bubblegum shade of pink, the same as the first ball of yarn he’d chosen and the color of a small dick sweater in the softest cotton at home.
“Fuck, so pretty, baby. Want me to kiss it? It looks so small.”
“No. Someone will see.” His words say one thing, but he’s nodding like a bobblehead on a bumpy road.
“I’m so little. And you’re so big.” The Wolf growls, flashing images of Luca’s facedown on the console, ass hanging out the car door while Rowan fucks him in the parking lot of Crafternoon Delight for Lily and all the world to see. This mate is theirs.
But Luca is also Rowan’s to protect and cherish.
“I’m going to take this cart back to Lily and thank her for her help. I want you to stay like this and put the window down a bit so you can get some fresh air. Am I clear?” It’s risky, but it’s the middle of a workday and they’re parked at the very end of the lot. “Be a good girl.”
He shuts the door softly and waits until Luca lowers the window twelve inches before pulling his undershirt out and over his jeans. Lily might have seen a dick pic already, but he didn’t want to get them barred or on X for the real thing. And consent is a fucking thing.
She’s pretending to look busy when he opens the door, but those pink cheeks are back and she’s humming Sam Smith’s Unholy under her breath.
He waves from just inside the door, pushing the cart in haphazardly, hoping to avoid the worst-case scenario. How had he thought these jeans were a good idea, because the wet head of his hard cock is feeling the draft of impending doom. “Uh, so thanks again, yeah?”
She nods, waves, and Rowan barely catches her whispered “Noooooooo. Thank youuuuuu,” as the door shuts behind him.
The Genesis is quiet when he slips into the driver’s seat, and Luca is exactly as he’d left him, hands braced on his thighs, dick hard and turning a dark, angry pink, slick from the copious amount of precome wetting the length. The interior of the car is cool, and that dampness must burn a little.
Rowan closes the window and turns on the seat warmer under Luca’s already-hot ass. “You okay there? That must feel super hot on that juicy red butt. Did you get that because you were bad, or because you were very, very good?”
“Gideon said I could come today with you if I had big spanks and wore the plug. He said I was too pretty to be out in the world without everyone already knowing I’m the p–pack’s good girl. The seat. It burns.”
Jesus. A visual of all the new ways they could make Luca “the pack’s” flash through his mind and make his cock kick hard in his jeans. Rowan distracts himself by locking the doors and popping his hips up so he can pull his aching dick out.
Luca’s eyes fly open at the noise of his zipper, his eyes on Rowan’s hand, pumping a slow tight grip, up and over the head so he can draw his precome over his whole length.
The relief forces a groan past his lips.
“I’d be more inclined to think you didn’t like it if you weren’t so wet.
But I’m wet, too. Do you want some?” Rowan slips a finger over the head at Luca’s frantic nod and holds it out, running it over Luca’s lower lip and past his teeth, over the slick of his hot tongue.
“Okay, but first I want to hear what you have planned and where I need to go, because your mouth is going to be busy. You’ve been such a good girl, I think you should have your treat like I promised.”
“Oh-oh-oh, fuck.” Luca’s eyes go wide, and he freezes. “How are you so good at this? Fuck. Gimme—gimme a minute.”
After a few seconds, Rowan chuckles. “You okay now?”
“Fuck, yes that was close. Okay. Um…we’re going to The Diner ‘69-er. If that’s okay with you?”
“Hell, yes.”
The Diner ‘69-er is a members-only sex club restaurant run by a well-known Were in the kink community. It caters to all kinds of kinks, but with a room dedicated to food and feeding, or for “free use” or in Luca and Rowan’s case, exhibitionism/voyeurism.
Luca had received a membership from Gideon for their soulmate gift at Christmas.
Enviably, Finn and Gideon had been with him twice, but Rowan hadn’t been invited until today.
“Thank you for inviting me, Luc. I would love to take you out for lunch. Let everyone see how lucky I am.” He presses the ignition for the car and unsnaps Luca’s seat belt.
Putting the car into drive, he pats the console.
“Now. On your knees, belly on the console. You can hold me until we get to the club.”
“Thank you.” Luca slides his chest onto the console and slips the head of Rowan’s dick into his mouth. He knows not to suck and is careful of his teeth. Eyes closed, he hums in contentment.
Rowan wishes it were summer so he could put the window back down, so that when he lifts the back of Luca’s skirt, the world might—just might—catch a glimpse of this perfect ass plugged full.
But alas, Rowan consoles himself with thoughts of “another time” and enjoys the hot, wet heat of his mate’s mouth.
With a last look at Lily watching them drive away in the rearview mirror, he points them toward The ‘69er at a glacial pace.