Chapter 28
chapter twenty-eight
After anxiously waiting an entire month for the new deed and then taking a few days to move everything in with some help from our newfound mutual friends, we were finally moved into our new home. Our very own house.
My apartment got leased out pretty easily, and Jack’s house was still on the market, waiting for someone to put an offer in.
We’d given his house a well-fitting goodbye party, despite it apparently looking sad and loveless.
Callum had convinced him to leave the table behind, too, since his Papa had furnished parts of the house with much better quality handmade wooden furniture.
The sun had set an hour ago, and the most we’d done was unpack the entire bedroom and the essentials for the kitchen. We had a long way to go, but we had time.
All we had was time now.
I made my way through the maze of boxes sitting in the living room and down to the bedroom.
The door was partly open, and Jack was standing in the center of the room with a towel still wrapped around his waist. He was rustling through one of the suitcases we’d packed, trying to find some clothes to wear.
I couldn’t help but watch him, hidden by the door and the shadows surrounding me. Jack was, and had always been, the most handsome man I’d ever met. And he was mine. All mine from now until forever and ever and ever.
He sighed, shaking his head and turning. I noticed the moment he saw me, his eyes widening for a moment before they softened. A life was waiting for us in them, as green as a field of hope and as gorgeously brown as a forest of adventure. It was us. “Are you watching me, Mr. Castillo?”
Shrugging, I pushed past the door. “Depends. Am I going to get your number, or am I going to get your address, Mr. Owner?”
He met me halfway across the room, reaching out for me. “What’ll you do if I give you my number?”
“I’ll respect you as the man you are.”
He trailed his fingers up my arm and then scraped his nails across my collarbones. Thank God for open-necked shirts. “And what’ll you do if I give you my address?”
I grabbed both his wrists, pulling him in. Leaning down, I breathed in the small gasp he gave me. “How do you want it?”
“Rough. I want it rough.”
“Then I’ll fuck you like I never respected you in the first place. I’ll make you mine. Mark you from the inside. Is that what you want, Mr. Owner?”
Watching his eyes flutter closed was my favorite thing in the entire world. He went almost limp in my hold, swaying toward me. “Yes, Forrest. I want it. I want you. Always want you.”
I pressed our bodies together, grinding against his erection. Licking along the shell of his ear, I whispered to him. “Where do you live, then, Jackson?”
He wrapped his arms around my neck and tilted his head to the side, giving himself to me. “With you. Wherever you go, I go.”
The sweet, gentle confession hit me right in the chest. My heartbeat was nothing more than his name in Morse code.
I bent down, hooking my arms under his legs as I lifted him. He squealed as he wrapped them around my back, gripping my neck tighter. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’ve been yours since the first night we met.”
Smirking, I walked us over to the bed. “Good boy.” And then I threw him onto it, watching as his body bounced on the mattress. “Already all clean for me, aren’t you, sweetie?”
He nodded.
I pressed my knees into the mattress, looming over him. The towel had to go, so I untied it from his waist and prompted him to lift enough that I could throw it off to the side. He was still a little wet—drops of water rushed down the planes of his body, pooling in the V of his hips.
I wanted to drink from them.
Slowly, I pulled my shirt off above him, watching as his eyes trailed over every part of me. His tongue poked out, swiping along his lower lip. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
I had to get off the bed to pull the rest of my clothes off, so I took that moment to grab the lube from the nightstand. We’d taken it out for this exact reason, having already thought ahead.
Jack looked fucking beautiful all laid out for me.
His cock was already hard and glistening for me, and all I desperately wanted to do was be inside of him.
I ran a hand up his leg, stopping on his upper thigh right beside his cock.
“I need to get you ready, baby. Do you want to get on your hands and knees for me? Show me that pretty ass of yours?”
He gave me a wide grin, wiggling a little bit. “I’m already ready for you.”
“You prepped in the shower?”
“Mhm. I was really hoping you’d ask for my address, Mr. Castillo.”
I settled between his legs, bending down until our noses were barely an inch away. “Is that so? My gorgeous little slut.” I moved his legs, making him bend them for me. “So needy for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “Needy for you.”
I kissed him, taking the rest of his breath away. I didn’t need my hands to do it. Not when I knew something that simple made him damn near melt beneath me.
We’d done this song and dance dozens of times already, but never here. Never somewhere as special as the beginning of our lives together. Our own little sanctuary. No more back and forth and asking about whose place we wanted to stay the night at.
I kissed down the side of his neck, taking his skin between my teeth. Jack gasped and moaned above me, wiggling his body against me. His body was so eager. He was so eager. He was everything. I marked his skin just as he’d somehow marked my heart, rutting my cock against his ass with matching need.
“Forrest, please.” It was a whine. A plea that I could feel vibrating from his chest.
“What do you need, Jackson?”
“You know what I need. You always know what I need.”
Always. I always knew what Jack needed, and I’d always give it to him. I looked down between us and grabbed the lube. When I experimentally pressed a finger against his hole, he was still slick, and his ass was already trying to take me greedily.
Yeah, he was ready alright.
Holding the base of my cock, I lined myself up and slowly started to push. That first tight, warm squeeze sent fucking shivers up my spine. It didn’t feel like anything I’d ever felt before. It felt right on a goddamn cosmic level. Like…
Like magic.
Sparks of magic raced through our joined bodies with every inch I gave him. Pieces of our pasts faded into the distance; all the fear and uncertainty and memories of constantly being the last choice disappeared the moment my hips met his ass. Every soft whine and moan Jack gave me replaced it all.
I leaned down, covering his body with mine.
I held myself up with one hand and used the other to place over his mouth.
I didn’t cover his nostrils. Not yet. I stared into his eyes, giving him slow, leisurely thrusts.
“I’m going to take your breath away, and then I’m going to give it back.
I’m going to breathe for you. Do you understand? ”
He was nodding before I’d even finished, and then he took a deep breath through his nose.
I covered his nostrils, pulled halfway out of him, and slammed right back into him. His entire body jerked as he let out a long, muffled moan. His eyes fell shut. He gave me all of him, just as I’d wanted.
We were one. I was his lungs, taking his breath, pounding into him until he couldn’t take it anymore, then gave it back. I controlled him. All of him.
He reached between us, jerking his cock fiercely, getting himself closer and closer by the second. Every thrust had his ass clenching harder around me. So much. So fucking much. Not enough, yet so much.
I took my hand away entirely, simply rocking into him with our gazes locked onto each other. He was so goddamn vocal, and I loved it. Loved hearing what I did to him. Loved knowing that this was what I’d hear for the rest of our lives.
“I love you,” I gritted out between moans.
“I love you, Forrest. Fuck, I love you.”
It was better than any sex we could ever have. Better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
When I came inside him, it was with my forehead pressed into his shoulder, and my lips pressed into his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. Jack’s nails dug into my back as he rocked with me, riding the aftershocks together.
We lay there, my arm thrown around his middle, and him facing me. Looking at me. Seeing me. Fucking choosing me over the fear trapped beneath his heart.
He curled into me, whispering against my chest. “I’m really glad you came to Driftwood.”
“Me too, sweetie.”
“My piece of magic.”
“Always, baby.”
He pulled away, peering up at me. “Even though I’m old?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Sometimes, I worried he’d never get over that small fact. “Your age never meant anything to me. All I have ever seen is you, Jackson.”
He smiled, cupping my face. “I see you, too, Forrest.”
I knew that. “You chose me.”
“And I’ll keep choosing you.”
I knew that, too. I had no fucking doubt about it, but I still had to ask. I still wanted to hear it from him. “Even if it means giving up control?”
The gentle kiss he gave me was all the answer I really needed, but he made sure to tell me anyway. “I choose you, and I choose to give you control. There’s nothing more intimate and heartfelt than that.”
“Hmm, I could think of a few things…” I’d been teasing him for weeks about one particular thing. One thing that definitely freaked him out more than anything else we’d had going on.
“Don’t even start. You can’t ask me to marry you yet. That’s too many big steps in such a short amount of time.”
“Aw,” I pouted. “Party pooper. When will it have been long enough, then?”
He thought about it for a second. “Mm, ask me in a year or so.”
“Will you say yes, then?”
He laughed—a sound so fucking pure and sincere. “I guess you’ll have to find out in a year.”
Oh, I planned to. If there was anything about me, it was that I was determined. My determination had brought us where we were now, and I had no doubts about our long, happy future together.
No matter how we’d started, we knew how we’d end up. A hopeless romantic and a man once afraid of romance, joined together by three things.
Breath, life, and the give and take of control.