Chapter Thirty-Six
Kari
Kari had everything mapped out on how to make this a memorable weekend.
As a mating should be.
He wanted Bowie to look back in five, ten, twenty, even thirty years and it be something that brought back the absolute joy that should come from a mating.
With all that in mind, while Bowie had slept in, Kari had made a list. Only, he’d not considered how fucking adorable Bowie would be when set free in a toy shop.
It had derailed his afternoon plans, because the look of longing he’d worn when staring at the large dinosaur had been impossible to resist. So, the movie afternoon at the multiplex to see the Wicked For Good movie had gotten shelved, so they could head back to the apartment to be there when the toy was delivered.
Bowie hadn’t been paying attention, which made it a perfect surprise.
Yes, he had gone a little overboard. How could he not when, after Bowie’s initial anxiety, he forgot about who might be looking at them, and had let his enthusiasm take hold.
When his Little side emerged, Kari got swept away by Bowie’s delight as he roamed the store, clutching Nessa.
Watching Bowie, Kari had seen the longing his boy could not hide when he’d spotted the dinosaur.
He just had to buy it and arrange for it to be delivered.
They had only been home an hour before it had arrived.
Kari had caught Bowie’s wide-eyed look of delight on his phone and shared it with Popi.
Bowie had gotten all emotional and given Kari several cuddles and kisses to thank him.
It had taken concerted effort not to give in to temptation and jump right into claiming him.
Only, Bowie had derailed that with his excitement about his new friend ‘Roarer’ and had to half carry, half drag it around to find the perfect place for it, all his other new toys forgotten.
In between, Bowie had rolled on Roarer in the middle of the floor getting Kari to join him in the wrestling match. Of course, the dinosaur won.
The afternoon had flown by in fits of giggle and squeals of delight.
By bath time, it was another test of Kari’s restraint with how flushed and happy Bowie was.
Several times, he’d had to remind himself he wanted to make this special for Bowie and for him.
He didn’t want either of them to rush and make it feel unimportant when this was what Bowie had been bold enough to ask for.
If his itinerary for the day had gotten derailed, who cared!
It was no biggy when he had provisions for the next day already stored in the kitchen.
A movie fest and pamper day, with treats and snacks.
It was Bowie’s favorite way to spend a Sunday, and it would be a perfect way to give them both time to snuggle and even more bonding time, post mating.
I want to be part of that.
Huh.
The bonding. I want to snuggle.
We’ll see.
He got the sense that his wolf wasn’t listening to him when it projected a picture of him lying on the couch with Bowie wrapped around him.
His sigh was put upon as Kari paced, I said we’d see.
His gaze landed on the purple and green monster in the corner, and he grinned at seeing Nessa stuffed in between one of its arms and its large body.
At the sound of the bathroom door opening, he forgot how to breathe.
The man nervously standing in the doorway was gorgeous.
Styled, gleaming hair framed Bowie’s face accentuating his high cheekbones, doe eyes and the long, inky black eyelashes that fluttered while he tugged at the hem of his suit jacket.
“You look gorgeous.” The suit fit the broadness, and, paired with the cream shirt, made his skin glow with health. He looked polished in a way Kari had never seen before. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Really?” Bowie murmured, walking towards Kari. A blush gave color to his cheeks, his shyness nothing new, but it remained endearing.
Kari kissed him, keeping it light, just a brush of lips, until Bowie opened for him, encouraging Kari to deepen the kiss.
“When we get home, I’ll give you all the kisses.”
“Okay,” Bowie muttered moodily, and Kari had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold back his laughter.
He took hold of Bowie’s hand, interlacing their fingers, and led him to the door. “The car is waiting.”
“You’re not driving?”
He locked up, and they walked to the elevator. “No, I want this to be a celebration, and I like looking at you.”
“Oh.” The blush deepened with a dreamy smile.
Kari had to kiss him. When the elevator door opened, Kari was back to struggling with his need. He guided Bowie outside and reiterated to himself that they were going to eat out.
At the waiting car, Kari helped Bowie before walking around to get in. “Good evening, Miles. L’Experience, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
The car glided into the traffic, and Kari placed a hand on top of Bowie’s. “Do you like French food? Though the restaurant does cater to any taste.”
“I like all food, Da…” he glanced at Miles anxiously.
“It’s fine if you want to call me daddy, Babycakes” Kari reassured quickly, making sure his voice didn’t carry, gently squeezing the hand he held.
Bowie didn’t answer, but nodded.
Sensing things could go sideways if Bowie got stressed, Kari searched for a topic of conversation that would keep the mood light. “Did you get to sample the brownie that Frey was bragging about yesterday?”
“I did. But it wasn’t as good as Monty’s. I didn’t tell Frey that though, or the woman who made it. She was nice and friendly.”
“I bet it wasn’t as good as yours either.” Bowie was an absolute genius at baking, as Kari and his waistline could both attest to.
The giggles answered for him as Bowie snuggled into Kari’s side. “I can’t wait for when Emmy can have more than milk. Frey’s gonna do some research on what a baby is allowed, but I’ve already looked. Too much sugar isn’t good, so I’ll need to be careful.”
Kari breathed in Bowie’s delicious scent, kissing the top of his head. “I know you will be.”
He listened to Bowie talk about plant foods that could be substituted in cakes. His enthusiasm over finding things to feed Emmy gave Kari pause for thought.
“Would you like a child one day?”
Bowie tensed against him. “I… would you?”
The car pulled to a stop, and Kari shelved the conversation for now.
Exiting the vehicle, he asked Bowie to wait and went to open the door.
Escorting him into the restaurant, Kari watched Bowie glance about, eyes widening.
His nose twitched next, then he groaned when his gaze landed on the glass cabinet full of desserts.
“Look at those!” he exclaimed excitedly.
“Not before dinner,” Kari reiterated more for himself because the look of longing Bowie wore was something he found impossible to resist.
A woman dressed all in black approached, smiling. “Good evening gentlemen, do you have a reservation?”
“We do.” Kari gave the name, and they were escorted to a table he’d requested by the window that gave them a view of the ornamental gardens outside.
It was early enough that they could see the sun setting.
Kari helped Bowie into his seat, placed his napkin on his lap, and kissed his cheek before moving to take his own seat.
He paid no attention to those at the other tables, when Bowie looked dazed from the special attention.
They ordered their food, and Kari picked a bottle of sweet champagne he knew Bowie would like.
The service was seamless, and, judging by the gusto with which Bowie ate, the food was superb.
Kari couldn’t concentrate on anything other than Bowie who got giggly and more effervescent the more wine he drank.
By the time he’d munched his way through his dessert and half of Kari’s, which he’d fed him when those big doe eyes had landed on his plate with so much hope, Kari was ready to throw in the towel.
His suit jacket barely covered his reaction to Bowie’s enjoyment and the noises he made, licking at Kari’s spoon.
He’s romanced enough, his wolf snarled.
Kari agreed. Instead of waiting for the server to bring the bill, he got up, fastened his suit jacket and went to pay. If he marched more than strolled back to the car, there was little Kari could do about it. He’d had a wonderful day and done everything to show Bowie how special he was.
He prayed he’d achieved it because it was time to claim his mate.
In the car, Kari didn’t hesitate to move Bowie onto his lap, uncaring of the audience, and strapped them both in together before Miles drove off.
Bowie wriggled about, his ass giving Kari’s cock a treat that made it leak in his boxer briefs.
The scent of arousal coming from Bowie proved he wasn’t the only one affected.
Bowie nuzzled into his neck, his lips leaving a path of fire in their wake.
Kari knew Bowie wasn’t trying to be seductive, which made it even more enticing.
Kari stifled a groan when Bowie’s teeth grazed his erratic pulse.
“Daddy,” he murmured, “you taste as good as the chocolate souffle.” As if to prove his point, he sank his teeth into Kari’s flesh, but not deep enough to break skin.
Kari’s cock throbbed in time with the beat of his heart. His breathing labored, he clutched at Bowie, working hard to keep control. He was aware Miles could see them—smell them.
“B-babycakes… y-you need to s-stop,” he stammered, while he tugged Bowie firmly against him with the violence of his need.
Bowie didn’t take his lips off his neck as he answered, “Nooo, don’t want to.”
Fuck. He panted through the next onslaught of pleasure at Bowie’s display of desperation. His body was plastered against Kari’s now, and he was rocking his hips, adding friction to his throbbing shaft.
At the increasing scent of Bowie’s slick, Kari felt a dampness spreading through the front of his trousers.
“We’re here, sir.”
Kari thought he heard a sigh of relief coming from Miles' direction, but he was already unbuckling them and opening the car door. He didn’t even consider putting Bowie down and awkwardly twisted to get out whilst holding him as if he were a baby.
Careful not to bang his head, he came forward to standing.
Bowie didn’t seem to notice they were out of the car, continuing to kiss and lick at his throat, his fingers clutching and releasing repeatedly at Kari’s neck.
Leg’s weakening from the assault, Kari became conflicted after kicking the car door shut and eyeing the door in front of him. Any thought of putting Bowie down to open it got his wolf growling.
“Babycakes, Daddy needs to open the door. Can you reach into my pocket to get the keys?”
“Huh?” Bowie’s dazed eyes met Kari’s, and he had to lock his knees together or fall over.
“Keys. I need to open the door,” he rasped, past the tightness in his throat.
Bowie glanced around with surprise and it took a second for him to let go of Kari’s neck and wiggle to get down.
Kari logically understood that needed to happen so they could get inside—safely. He just wasn’t feeling logical at having Bowie even an inch from him.
A frown appeared when Bowie stopped wiggling. “Aren’t we going in?”
“Yes. Shit. Right.” Glad of the darkness when his cheeks flamed with the heat of embarrassment, he put Bowie down and took a step away.
He kept a distance between them as they went inside and in the elevator on the ride up to the apartment, knowing he couldn’t trust himself.
The small box held the heady scent of their arousal.
The dampness at his crotch was more obvious in the warmth inside the elevator.
Kari counted off the seconds as he watched Bowie, who seemed to get how close he was to stripping him and fucking him right there against the wall.
When the elevator doors finally opened, Kari blew out the breath he’d held for the last few seconds, still not touching Bowie. He trembled unashamedly with need that unlocking the door took two attempts before he could step aside to let Bowie in.
The door clicked, and he locked it chanting, keep it slow. Keep it slow, don’t scare him.
Except when he turned, he growled at Bowie, already tearing off his clothes.
Oh gods!