22. Jacks
Chapter 22
I t’s been a few days, but the new terrarium is set up, we got the heat rock and the lamps, food and water bowls ready, and a little mesh hammock.
I rearranged the office, but I need to snoop and find out what kind of office stuff Candice needs. I don’t think I can fit another bookcase in here with the desks and terrarium. I wonder if we should swap a room out, or just add on to make this one bigger. I can talk to Xan when he gets home tonight, just to get his thoughts, my love kicks ass at Tetris.
Most of the daily stuff is done, I watered Xan’s garden, he’ll take care of the weeding this weekend. I’m caught up on laundry and cleaning.
Maybe I should start dinner, or plan out meals for the next week. I wonder what kinds of foods Candice likes? Maybe I should call her and ask, but I know she needs to get work done. I could go over to her place, get her, and take her to get groceries and help me with our meal plan. Or pick her brain about what she needs for the office. I can be sneaky about it.
Oh, so chocolate eclairs and turtle ice cream…and what kind of PC do you use, along with a detailed list of programs you need for work?
I don’t think that’s gonna work.
I just want to wrap her up so no one can hurt her. All this shit with her car.
Fuck. Our poor girl.
Maybe I should check in on her–see if she is sitting at her computer working.
Just a quick peek, don’t want to bother her. But if she is working, maybe I can get her to bring Iggy over and they can stay for dinner, check out the new habitat. Then she won’t have a reason to go home tonight.
Fuck, it felt so good to hold her a few days ago. I know it wasn’t a proper overnight sleep, just a nap, but it felt so good to have her on one side and Xan on the other. I don’t think I’ve rested that well since high school, before-
Yeah. So, gotta check in on her, then figure out dinner.
I fire up my desktop, and just a hop, skip, and a jump and I am looking into her office–she isn’t there.
Huh?
Oh, lemme check the security cameras.
There she is on the couch…
Oh.
Oooohhh…
I probably shouldn’t watch her without her permission…but fuck.
My omega is on the couch, her long flannel pulled up over her hips, nothing else on but a pair of black panties with her hand down the front, her other hand is tracing small circles on her neck, right where I need to bite.
My teeth ache. Just wanna keep her here in her nest and have snuggles.
Do I want to knot her? Fuck yes ! I’d be lying if I said otherwise, but I need to take care of her, keep her safe and cozy, feed her, and protect her from all the hurt and crazy shit that she’s been dealing with.
I should probably close this stream…but fuck. Should I call her, tell her to move to her nest? Would she get mad at me? Her breathy moans come through the speakers, the sound tinny and fractured from the cheap camera. Heavy panting and –fuc k, maybe I should just go over to her place and check on her in person. I could say I just wanted to ask her what she wants for dinner. It was so hard to sleep for the last few nights, even with Xan in our bed, we both wanted her there.
I groan, hand lowering to my jeans, now strained over my erection, pressing against the denim, as if that will do anything. Should I stay here and just take care of it, or should I drive over and offer to help ?
“Jacks…Please!” her cry comes through my speakers and I’m up and grabbing keys without even bothering to shut down the feed. I can be there in less than 15 minutes.
Racing down the stairs, I almost knock Xan over as he’s coming in the front door.
“Everything ok?” he takes in my flushed appearance and obvious arousal.
Shit. There goes my 15 minute time frame.
“Yeah, no, I’m fine, what's up?” My words are rushed as I am trying to escape.
“Oh, yeah, Trey flushed a radiator all over me, and I am soaked through to the skin with coolant. So I needed to come home and grab a shower and get changed.”
“Cool, cool, cool, very cool. Well, I’m headed out to the store to get dinner stuff, see you later.” I try to weave around him to escape, but he knows I don’t really drive, and grabs the collar of my shirt as I pass him.
“Dude, what the hell? Is everything ok?”
Fuck, now he looks worried. I hang my head, giving up on this grand escape.
“Yeah. Just…I went to check on Candice, and ok, so I got super horny,” my hand gestures vaguely to my groin, “so I was just gonna go see her, and talk to her about possible dinner options. See if she wants to come over, maybe take her to the store. Or at least see if she needs a hand–or a tongue–today.” By this point he’s grinning at me, but still smelling sickly sweet from the coolant coating his skin .
He steps into my space reaching up to cup my jaw, “Alternatively, you can stay here, and help me shower off, and then once we're both clean—”he leans into me, pressing his wet shirt against my chest, soaking it through “—and in fresh clothes, you can drop me off at work on your way over? Then bring Candice with you to pick us all up from work. It’ll be a nice surprise for Gabe and Leo.”
His hand slides from my jaw, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me down for a hard kiss. Xan is the shortest in our pack, but built wider than me. With his broad shoulders and tapered waist, he looks like he should be modeling men’s underwear instead of wearing coveralls and those god awful baggy boxers he loves so much.
I cup his face, kissing him back, biting at his lips, as he reaches down and starts popping the buttons loose on my fly with the hand that isn’t pinning me to him. He pushes them down, and chuckles against my lips when he finds me bare underneath.
“Have you not found any underwear you like, or do you just go freeballin to tease me, love?” He nips lightly at my chin as he pulls back enough for us each to strip off our soaked shirts, and I shuffle towards the stairs, peeling my pants down. Throwing everything vaguely towards the laundry room on the way to the stairs.
Xan is sticky when he presses against my back, and as much as I want him inside me right now we really do need to clean off first, this is itchy as fuck. He laughs and slaps my ass, as I hop on one foot trying to get my sock off, then he races up the stairs to get the shower started.
Our bedroom door is open, and I can hear the shower running in the en-suite bathroom, steam billowing out the door. I grab the lube off the nightstand on my way past the bed–just in case–and head into the bathroom. He’s already in the shower, head tilted back, water running over his face and down his chest, and I want to follow those rivulets with my tongue.
Pulling open the door lets in a draft of cold air that swirls the steam around him and he leans forward, moving his head out of the spray.
“Don’t mind me, I just need to wash all this sticky shit off.” I grab the bar of soap and work up a lather in my hands before scrubbing my chest, and down my own stomach, using the slippery soap, I fist my shaft and pump it twice before stepping into his space and running my hands over his shoulders.
Seduction, yes please, but he still needs to get that shit off of him before I can lick all that delicious skin.
I run my soapy hands down his chest and stomach before circling to his back, pulling us flush from hip to neck so I can run one hand up his spine, while the other slides lower, squeezing one cheek and sliding my fingers along his asscrack, pressing lightly against the tight ring of muscle. His head is tilted back again, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, and I have to lean down to nibble on his neck and gently bite his collar bone.
He groans loudly, hips flexing against me, shaft sliding against my pelvis in an uncoordinated jab .
“Fuck, Jacks, are we clean enough yet?” It’s almost a gasp as I start a rhythmic pressure against his backdoor with one hand, the other sliding between us to squeeze both our shafts together. He thrusts into my fist, adding pressure and pleasure to my cock as well.
I release the hand holding us together, and drop to my knees, finally giving in to the temptation. I stick my tongue out and catch some of the water dripping into the cut of his adonis belt. Letting his shaft rub against my jaw as I nip at the muscles there, and trace the groove with my tongue.
His hand fists in my hair, and he tilts my head back so I am looking into his eyes. My hand that has been teasing his ass slides around, and I cup his balls. He releases my hair and leans back against the side of the shower, no longer directly under the spray.
With freedom to move my head I follow close behind, running my tongue up his shaft, around the slight flare of his knot, and to flick the slit. Before wrapping my lips around him completely and sucking him to the back of my throat.
Confusion when he pulls out of my mouth, turning his hips away so I can’t reach him.
“I can't last when you do that.” He smiles down at my puzzled expression, slipping his hand around my jaw and pulling me back up against him. He steps into me, pushing me out from under the water, until the cold tile hits my back, the shock drawing a gasp from my lips, and a shiver down my spine .
“I need you to feel good too, my love.” Then he’s kissing me again, holding my face, pulling my mouth to his, and I open because it’s Xan. He’s been my everything for so long, my best friend, my lover.
His tongue slides into my mouth, tangling lazily with mine before flicking up to lick my palette. His body leaning in. Pinning me to the tile with his chest, his hips against mine, rolling against me now, undulating like a wave. I run my hands over his shoulders, down his chest. Fisting us together again. I can’t move my hips back, so I surge forward against him, finding our rhythm, like we always do.
He is moaning into my mouth, and breathing in my own gasps in return. His hand twists into my mohawk in the back, tilting my head so he can hold me in place while he bites and sucks on my lips, moving down to nip under my jaw and lick down to my shoulder, mouthing his bonding mark in that sensitive spot where the neck meets the shoulder, still rolling his hips, holding me prisoner with his hands and mouth and cock.
I can feel my balls tightening, and that warning tingle at the base of my spine. His face is still buried against my neck, his breathing coming in ragged gasps against my skin. He still holds my hair with one hand, but the other slides down to wrap above mine, making a double fist to stroke against. “Fuck, Jacks. I’m almost there.”
I bring my free hand up to squeeze his knot, feeling his pulse as it throbs against the palm of my hand .
“I love you,” I rasp out, my own orgasm hitting me and I have to lock my knees to stay upright as I paint his stomach in the hot jets of my release.
“Fuck, yes! Love you too, oh Fuck!” Xan spasms against me, and I brace my legs apart in case I have to grab him to keep him up too. His knot swells, and I can feel his release twitching against my palm and my cock, almost scalding against my skin as it coats my hand, and splatters on the floor between us.
He wobbles slightly, and I release his knot to touch his shoulder, just in case. In case he needs me to hold him up, like he always holds me up.
“I think I am gonna need another shower before we go, or at least a rinse,” he chuckles against my neck, before pulling back to kiss my chin. His hand finally releases my hair and caresses down my chest before flicking my nipple ring and making me squirm and laugh. He knows all my ticklish spots.
“Come on, we need to finish up and dry off so I can get back to work, and so you can go collect our omega for dinner, yeah?” I am satiated and relaxed, but yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I let him pull me back under the water to rinse off our combined release before we towel off.
I wander back to the laundry to get a new shirt and jeans, fuck socks. I will just slide some sandals on before I leave. When I come back out he’s dressed, his wet hair pulled back into one of his douchey man buns to keep it clean at the garage–his name for it, not mine. I think it’s cute, and makes a nice handle .
He is standing in the doorway to the office–and I forgot to turn off the link I had to her security camera.
But she isn’t laid out on the couch anymore, spread out like the most delicious buffet I ever wanted to taste. She’s curled up in a tight ball, her favorite throw wrapped around her. Her phone is laying on the far end of the couch and she looks terrified of it, like it suddenly grew claws and tried to attack her.
Fuck.
“What the fuck were you doing, man.” All of our earlier affection has gone from Xan’s tone.
“Ok, well, I know this looks bad, but I wanted to check on her, so I tapped into her security feed and was watching her on the couch, moaning…calling my name. And, to be fair, that is where I was headed when you came home.”
Xan is still scowling. “Are you recording this?”
“I think that the security program records every time the camera is on, so let me check.” All lightness gone from the room, I slide into my office chair and pull up the recording for the last half an hour. I have to bite back a groan as I start the video over with Candice on the couch, moaning, her hand moving frantically. Xan is gripping the back of my chair so hard his knuckles are white.
We double speed it, watching her come apart alone, stretching, relaxed and languid. Then her phone rings, and I switch back to normal speed. After the initial “Hello” all the blood drains from her face, and she pulls the phone away and ends that call. She looks shaken but takes some deep breaths, letting out a small scream of surprise when the phone rings again. I see her slide to the ignore call button on the screen. By the third time, she’s cocooned herself in her blanket and is huddled into it on the couch, swaying from side to side as the phone continues to ring. The time stamp shows five minutes ago.
I hear the front door slam and I turn, but Xan isn’t behind me anymore, and by the time I scramble outside myself, he already has the truck turned around, waiting for me.