Chapter Twenty-Nine
Damon.
“Basil, basil, basil…” I quietly mumble to myself, opening the small spice rack in the pantry.
Usually, I go for fresh ba sil, but the organic goods store I normally purchase from was completely out and so here I am, searching for the herbs I dried and crushed myself only to put them in little glass containers I purchased off the Zon.
The pantry door closes, and I turn around to see Jonas, who looks a little distraught as though waging a war in his mind – which I was expecting after this morning’s… activities .
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah… no. Yeah,” he says, seemingly debating with himself. “I’m not gay.”
I hold in my eye roll. I was waiting for this. Granted, I was waiting for a less ADD-riddled conversation, but that’s not my pup. “Jonas-“
“No, wait, let me say this because I’ve been thinking about it all morning.
I’m not gay. I went to an all-boys catholic school from the time I was thirteen until I graduated.
I saw it all the time, and I even tried to kiss a few guys to make sure, but I couldn’t. I… I never felt that way… Until you.”
I hold my breath.
“I’m gay… bi? I’m… I only have those feelings for you .
Not for Mav, and I don’t think anyone else, either.
Never have. But my feelings for our girl will probably always be stronger.
She’s… she’s everything to me, and I need to make sure you understand that.
But I… I also can’t see my future without you in it. Does that make sense?”
I look at him, breathing in his mint and citrus scent, thinking of the first kiss I stole from him that night at Inferno when we seduced Tyler for our Little Bird. How bright of a light he is for us with his antics, and how much easier he makes every day seem. For all of us.
He’s breathing heavily, chest steadily rising and falling, waiting for my answer. He’s taller than me and yet I feel bigger than him.
“Damon, you have to say something. Your silence is making my stomach hurt.”
I put the small shaker on the shelf beside him then pull him by his black thermal, closing the distance between us.
He lets out a soft whimper and it goes straight to my dick.
“I was seventeen when I slept with a man and never tried it ever again, because it was enough for me. Until you. Between the first night I kissed you up until this morning, I could have sworn fucking you was just a wet dream I would have. I never imagined it going any further than us sharing her. So no, Jonas, I’ve never felt this way toward any other man, including the one I experimented with eighteen years ago and yes, it does make sense.
And believe me, if this ever made our Little Bird insecure, there is no way I would continue it.
Like you, she is my everything but like you…
I can’t see a future without us in it either.
I have never carried a relationship with a man, nor do I want to… unless it’s you.”
His eyes round, softening, and a look of relief flickers across his face. "Damon," he whispers, his lips so close to mine I can almost taste his toothpaste.
“Yes, Pup?”
“Kiss me.”
It’s all I need. One arm goes around his taut back, carved with muscles I’ve never felt underneath my fingertips unless in a medical setting before, the other to his hair and he embraces me just the same.
Something behind him clatters to the floor but when his mouth parts and our tongues tip, I kiss him with all I have.
“Oh my god,” he groans but attacks my lips again, growing hard against my abdomen. Without losing momentum, I reach down to feel his rigid, thick length, and squeeze.
His taste, the lingering scent of our girl on his flesh, and the feel of his soft skin over such firm muscles are fucking with my brain chemistry. We both let out a groan when I shift and my own hard length rubs against his.
The door to the pantry opens suddenly and we break away but not with guilt, merely to see, and I think we both hope, it’s Raven.
And it is.
She steps into the pantry with a devilish grin on her face and closes the door behind her, only to make the sign for us to continue kissing.
We do, and to suddenly feel her hands on me, pulling down my sweats, the cool air replaced by her warm tongue and then her lips wrap around the head of my cock makes me grow feral with need.
Jonas breaks away from me, and then he’s gone.
I look down to see she’s tugged him on the ground beside her and they’re speaking to each other silently.
Her tongue licks from my balls to my mushroom tip, and then Jonas, my beautiful fucking wide receiver, mimics her and I hiss at the overwhelming sensation of two velvety, warm tongues swirling around my cock from root to tip.
She moans and lets out a soft giggle in pleasure seeing the devastation on my face, and I’ll have to let Maverick know to punish her later for that.
I can’t do it. Not when she takes my balls into her mouth, one by one, and sucks, lovingly hollowing her cheeks while Jonas continues his slow torture, getting used to the taste and feel of me.
Fisting me as much as she can, she shows Jonas how to take me deep, and I praise her when her hand goes to his lap, and starts jerking him, too.
When Jonas tries to take me deep and gags, I praise him too, which only encourages him to try harder, my sweet pup.
I’m in hell, being beautifully tortured by my little love and her accomplice, my pup.
The sight of them working me like I’m their favorite lollipop flavor, making out with the crown of my cock, and hearing them slurp my pre-cum greedily has me panting, ready to explode.
“Jonas, Raven-“ I warn.
She pulls away from my sac moaning like the good girl she is. “Yes, Daddy?”
“My good fucking girl. Jonas, take my cock as deep as you can then suck. I’m going to come.
Hold it in your mouth. I want to watch you kiss her sloppily.
Oh, fuck. Like that, pup. A little more.
Doing so good…” I couldn’t hold my impending orgasm if I tried.
Not now. Not with the sight of them on their knees for me.
I come with a harsh groan, toes curling and when I’m done, they share the softest kiss, my cum dribbling onto Raven’s chin but Jonas doesn’t miss and licks it up with his wide tongue and when she whispers those three little words into his mouth, he groans, his cum spurting onto Raven’s hand, which she licks up like a kitten with a bowl of cream, bronze eyes connected to mine.
Little vixen.
“Was that okay?” He asks me after swallowing, still on his knees, and tucks me back into my sweats, delivering a soft kiss to my hand.
I croak out, “That was incredible.”
“Yummy,” Raven hums, standing and patting her stomach. She opens the pantry door to leave but I grab her by the elbow.
“Were you hungry?” I ask, making sure she’s okay.
She gives me a broad but smug as fuck smile. “Not any… more.” She tips up on her toes and gives me a sweet kiss, rubbing her nose against mine. “Love you.”
Her hand reaches down to caress Jonas’ cheek and then slips away.
I hold out my hand and he takes it, getting to his feet. “It’s not going to change between us, is it?” He asks, putting his hands on my hips, his forehead on mine .
I shake my head. “Maybe a little. But as long as we have her…”
He jerks his head twice in a nod. “We’ll be okay.” He pulls away from me and then grins widely. “Guess I can call you Daddy now.”
I laugh and lick my bottom lip. “God, I have so much explaining to do to my dad.” I shake my head, still chuckling, “Help me with dinner. Then we can watch the show.”
He quirks a brow up. “The show?”
“Our little love has been warming Maverick’s cock all day. He’s bound to need release soon. And if she came back to him soaking, he’s not going to be able to wait much longer.”
“Didn’t know you were a voyeur.”
“I have a Raven fetish, pup,” I answer him.
He nods again. “Fucking same.”
I grab the basil, a few other herbs and spices and then we exit the pantry, but the air around Jonas is still heavy.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him not aloof after sex.
I’m rubbing the spices on the chicken that’s now in the cast iron pot, given to me by Tabi, waiting for him to say something while adding the vegetables he cut for me.
I wash my hands and then throw the dish towel over my shoulder while putting the pot into the oven.
“What is it?”
“Just a weird feeling.” He responds, shaking his head.
In all honesty, I hate seeing him like this. But he hasn’t been wrong. “Like what?”
“That Arlo guy. I think I remember where I saw him. He’s what? Twenty-eight?”
I incline my chin. “That’s what the reports from the autopsy said. And the license in his wallet.”
He crosses his muscular arms limply over his torso and leans on the counter, crossing his legs at the ankle.
“The Syndicate sometimes has… kids outside of their marriage. They’re considered ‘half-breeds’ not exactly in the Syndicate unless fully recognized by their fathers, or if they are in the Syndicate, it’s because they don’t have any legitimate male heirs and they need someone to be able to take their place as a legacy… ”
“Okay?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose then scrubs his hand down his face. “The bastards , so to speak, the Syndicate uses them as things like Watchers, which is like a PI, or smaller things. But useful.”
“Whose half-breed was he?”
He looks pained. “This is why it’s driving me up the fucking wall.
I can’t remember. I don’t know. But I remember seeing him before he was all long hair and a suave coat.
He had the same tattoos, but they were fresher.
I used to think he looked like a badass.
My sister, Cadence, was in the art and literature program and she had to do a semester in theater at Rayne-Moore during her Sophomore year.
They did a really good production of a modern twist on Hamlet. My sister was Ophelia.”