Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
FLYNN
“Oh my God,” Jules whispered, his eyes glued to the binoculars. “They’re so beautiful.”
Thankfully, that meant he couldn’t see my smile of satisfaction. Moments earlier, he’d been so tense that I was certain he was going to lay into me for both starting and stopping the passionate encounter. I hadn’t planned for things to get out of hand or to even get started when we’d reached the spot I’d picked out for us to sit. Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized my mistake with the seating arrangements until Jules’s slim body had been pressed against mine. I’d managed to remain in control up until Jules had brought up the men who’d fucked him in the past. At that point, I’d snapped. The need to prove to him and myself that he was mine had been too powerful to keep under wraps.
Luckily, I’d maintained a shred of sanity and remembered the reason I’d brought Jules to the very spot we were sitting in now. I was glad I’d managed it because watching his reactions to what he was seeing was worth the hard-on that would likely leave permanent zipper marks imprinted on my dick.
Jules gasped and then removed the binoculars so he could shoot me a look of disbelief. I wasn’t surprised when he quickly snapped his head back around and began searching out his quarry through the lenses.
“Five,” he said in a hushed voice. “Five babies.”
“Pups,” I responded.
I was rewarded with a soft slap to my ribs. I chuckled. “Okay, I’ll postpone the ‘how to talk western style’ lesson. The father is the black one and the mother is the white one.”
“I thought wolves were gray or brown.”
“Timber wolves usually are but every once in a while, you’ll see a black or white one. I’ve never seen a black and white alpha pair before.”
Jules kept his voice low but there was no missing the wonderment he was experiencing. I knew the feeling well, but today it wasn’t because of the wolves. I could still smell the perfume on him. Between his soft, smooth skin and the mixture of his natural scent and the perfume, I couldn’t stop touching him. Jules might have thought I was whispering into his ear as I talked about the wolves, but the gorgeous creatures had absolutely nothing to do with it.
“Is it just them or are there more wolves? I thought they moved in packs.”
“They do. The alpha pair are the male and female leaders and they’re usually the only ones who mate in the pack. The rest of the wolves are scattered around that ridge. They tend to sleep during the day. The pack protects the alphas and their pups.”
Jules jerked his head around, smacking me in the chin. “Are we safe? I mean, can’t they smell us or something, even from that far away?”
“We’re safe. We’re downwind of them. BJ will let us know if any of them are nearby. I have this”—I lifted the rifle slightly—“just in case.”
“You don’t shoot them, do you? Like hunt them?”
Seconds earlier he’d been concerned for our safety, but now Jules was looking at me accusingly. I couldn’t help but brush a soft kiss over his frowning lips.
“No. Even though timber wolves are no longer a protected species, Curtis doesn’t allow hunting them on his land and since he owns most of it up here, they’re safe. One of my jobs is to make sure none of them get too close to the ranch, so I monitor their hunting patterns. There’s enough wild game in this area that they’ve got no reason to go after any of the livestock on the ranch. Since humans are pretty much their only predator, they avoid them at all costs.”
Jules nodded in approval. Instead of turning back around, though, his eyes dropped to my lips. My entire body instantly reacted.
To a mere look.
I could feel Jules trembling. Since he was wearing my coat, I doubted he was cold.
With his eyes still on my mouth, Jules asked, “Is it true wolves mate for life?”
My heart began pounding and my lungs felt constricted. “Yes,” I said softly. I knew we were already past the point of no return. I had to taste him again. I had to have him.
“Flynn,” Jules whispered, his need clear as day.
Him saying my name was all the permission I needed. I seized Jules’s mouth. It was a rough, demanding kiss that left no question as to what I wanted. Jules returned the kiss with just as much need. I managed to grab the binoculars from his hand and tossed them aside. Jules was already climbing onto my lap, but that wasn’t where I wanted… no, needed him to be. With one arm around his waist, I lifted him enough to maneuver him onto his back. Along with the blanket, my jacket provided Jules an additional layer of protection from the hard ground, so I kept him pressed against me the entire time.
Neither of us had broken the kiss in the process.
Jules was wearing a green Henley, so it was easy to push it up enough to expose his flat stomach. I moved down his body so I could explore his skin with my tongue. The whimpers that fell from Jules’s mouth as he threaded his fingers through my hair were proof that he needed the same thing I did. I used one arm to cradle his upper body and the other to slip between us.
“Yes,” Jules bit out when I palmed his erection through his jeans.
I returned my mouth to his and between harsh breaths said, “I wanted to take you like this in your room.” I kissed him hard before lifting my head so I could look him in the eyes. I had to stop stroking his dick to get his attention. Before he could say anything, I added, “You’re so beautiful, Jules. Here like this and like you were in your room this morning. Promise me… promise me you’ll let me take you when you’re dressed like that. Only silk and lace between us.”
In his heightened state, Jules managed a nod, but it wasn’t enough.
“Say it,” I demanded. I lifted my hand from his groin only to have Jules lift his hips to seek out my touch.
“Yes,” Jules managed to choke out along with a harsh nod.
I rewarded him with a heavy stroke along his constrained shaft. Jules closed his eyes and gasped.
Jules was so damn responsive to everything I said and did to him that it caused a wave of possession that I’d never experienced before to wash over me. “Who do you belong to?” I practically snarled.
“You,” Jules cried out without hesitation. “You, Flynn. Only you.”
His response unleashed something inside of me. I covered Jules’s mouth with mine and removed my hand but only so I could fumble with the button and zipper on his jeans. When the coarse skin of my hand grazed his sensitive cock, Jules moaned. I swore I heard him say my name again.
My intent had been to take my time and explore his body, but I was losing control of my own responses, and I couldn’t let that happen. So without any warning, I shifted my position and closed my mouth over his already weeping cock.
“Fuck, yes!” Jules cried out. “Yes, Flynn.”
As I pulled his dick to the back of my throat and began sucking, Jules’s grip on my hair tightened to the point that he was making sure I couldn’t stop blowing him. I loved his show of dominance and couldn’t help but imagine all the things he’d do and say as I slid my dick into him.
The sensation of my rock-hard dick being strangled by my jeans was a harsh reminder that I’d never be able to have Jules that way. My body was screaming in protest, but I somehow managed to lock down my raging need and focused only on Jules. Pre-cum coated my tongue and slid down my throat as Jules took over and began fucking my mouth exactly the way he wanted.
I let him set the pace, so when he began ordering me to suck him harder or slower, I did it. When he wanted me to deep throat him until my nose was buried in the wiry hairs at the base of his dick, I did it. My eyes stung as my gag reflex became harder to fight. I curled my fingers around Jules’s balls. They were tight and hard, further proof that he was ready to blow at any second. I chose that moment to take over so that I would know exactly when he was about to come.
Jules released my hair and dug his fingers into the blanket, twisting the material in his fists.
“Flynn, please,” Jules pleaded.
If I could have been sure that I’d be able to maintain control of my own physical responses, I would have taken Jules to the edge and back over and over. It wasn’t an option, though, so I sucked him hard and fast as I toyed with his balls. I ran one finger over the sensitive spot just behind them.
I wanted my finger inside of him. I wanted to feel his muscles contracting as I teased his prostate. I wanted him to come inside my mouth with my finger still inside of him. Then I wanted to start loving him all over again until my dick was surrounded by his heat.
Not possible.
The harsh reminder had me finishing Jules off with a few more hard sucks. Jules’s cried out in relief as the explosive orgasm hit him. His dick throbbed inside my mouth for a few seconds and then he was shooting down my throat.
I took it all.
Every drop of his release.
Every groan and grunt as waves of pleasure washed over him.
Every thrust of his hips as he tried to get more of his dick down my throat.
With my lips hugging the base of his dick and my nose taking in the heady scent of sex, cum, and man, I took it all. Even after there was no more thick, bitter fluid to swallow, I used my mouth to ease Jules’s body as it jerked with aftershocks. Fingers gently slid over my hair as he let his body sink back onto the ground. I gave his softening dick a few licks of my tongue to clean up every last drop of cum I could find and then I was moving back up his body. Jules automatically opened his mouth when I dropped my head. I slid my tongue gently along his so he could taste himself. I was careful not to drop my entire weight on him, especially where our groins met. Unfortunately, my attempt to hide my condition didn’t work.
“You didn’t—” Jules began to say. I cut him off with a kiss and kept it going until he could no longer return it because his eyelids were getting heavy. I watched in satisfaction as Jules nodded off with a soft smile. I heard him breathe my name and then he was asleep.
I let out one harsh breath after another as my unsated body demanded satisfaction. It would only take a few thrusts of my hips to come. Or I could take my dick out and shoot my jizz all over Jules’s stomach and groin. I could mark him as mine until the day came when I could be buried balls-deep inside his body and let his muscles milk every drop of cum from my balls.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I pressed my forehead against my arm. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it between my ears. It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest.
Just like that, my need for sexual release took a back seat to everything else. I could hear the sirens in my ear, those voices reassuring me everything would be okay even though I’d known it wouldn’t be. I willed my lungs to slow down, but just like the rest of my body, my commands went unheeded.
“Flynn?”
Jules sounded far away, so I could barely make out his next words. “Here, baby, let me take care of you.”
The second I felt Jules’s hand palm my still-hard dick, I shouted, “Don’t!” and scrambled off of Jules. I turned my back to him so I could try to slow my breathing. I lowered my head to my bent knees and left it there until my body began to relax.
Reality hit me like a son of a bitch when I turned around to try and explain my reaction to Jules because I’d done exactly the same thing that I’d done in the motel when he had tried to touch me. This time, though, I’d been the one to speak that fucking single word that had driven the very wedge between us that I’d sought to mend.
Don’t.
“God, Jules, I’m—” I began as I turned to face him only to find I was the only one listening to my attempted apology.
The only proof of everything that had happened was my now empty coat.
Jules was gone.