Chapter 15 #3
We finish our meal, which is fantastic, as always.
Then we order some coffee and dessert, which is mainly for Jesse, because dessert is his thing, and he seems like he’s getting a little drunk, so the coffee might help sober him up.
He’s only had two of those drinks, but they’re pretty much all booze.
Not that he’s sloppy or anything, but his face is flushed and he’s been leaning on me since we finished eating.
“God,” he groans with a bite of pineapple coconut cake in his mouth, eyes rolling back. “Try this.”
He lifts a spoonful up to my lips and I grin, parting them so he can feed me the bite. Even if I didn’t want dessert, I would never in a million years be able to resist the way he does that… And how clearly enthralled he is to do so.
“Mmm…” I rumble, leaning over his face. “Almost as sweet as you, delicious boy.”
He chuckles, running his fingers up underneath my shirt while I press a kiss on his decadent mouth.
I’ve never been one for public displays of affection, but Jesse changes all of that. He turns me on to all kinds of new things… Clearly.
With his hand on my jaw, he holds me to him, kissing me deeper, sliding his tongue in to touch mine. I groan softly, reminding myself that I can’t maul him right here. We have an audience.
One I don’t exactly trust…
Forcing my lips off his, I clear my throat, eyes springing to Blake and Kenneth. Naturally, they’re staring at us, sort of gawking, eyes glistened with intrigue.
“You’re so hot together,” Blake breathes. “What I wouldn’t give to watch you.”
My gaze narrows. I peer at Jesse and his lashes are fluttering, the way they do when he’s flabbergasted.
“Watch us what…?” Jesse asks. I almost laugh out loud.
Come on, Jess. They’re so obvious.
“Listen… I’m going to be blunt here,” Kenneth speaks smoothly. “We find you both incredibly attractive. We would love to spend the night with you.”
This time, I can almost hear Jesse’s dumbfounded blinking, like the chirps of crickets.
I can’t help but scoff out loud, muttering, “I knew it,” under my breath.
“It can go down however you want it to,” Blake adds, focusing mostly on Jesse. “We can just watch you, or we can join in…”
Kenneth leans in on the table, whispering to me, “We could trade. Just for tonight…”
Blake’s hand slides across the table onto Jesse’s.
Jesse’s face goes from beet red to ashen in seconds flat. He yanks his hand away, mumbling, “Umm…”
But it doesn’t even matter. I’m already up and out of my seat, grabbing him by the arm.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I grunt, pulling out my wallet and removing some bills. “It’s been fun, but I think we should be going.”
“Wait wait…” Blake huffs. “Don’t run off.”
“No. We’re going,” I growl, tugging Jesse to his feet. The way he’s huddled at my side, you’d think they just threatened to kidnap him. Who knows… Maybe they would have. I don’t know these assholes. “We’re not interested in sharing.”
I toss my money onto the table while Kenneth stands. “Please, let me get this. I insist…”
“Not necessary.” My head cocks at him. “It’s not Wall Street money, but it still buys things.”
Slipping my fingers through Jesse’s, I yank him along by the hand, leaving the restaurant fast before that asshole can suggest putting his dick anywhere near my man again.
“Enjoy the cookies!” Jesse calls over his shoulder.
The second we’re outside, I spin fast. Jesse comes crashing into me, and I grab him by the shoulders, straightening him so I can glare at his face.
“You see?” I hiss. “I told you…”
“You told me what??” He huffs, brows zipping together in confusion.
“This is what happens when you’re nice to strangers,” I bark. Jesse gapes at me for a moment before letting a giggle slip out. “I’m sorry… Is this funny to you??”
“James,” he breathes, shaking his head. “You can’t just assume every stranger is going to want to fuck you.” He laughs. “Unfortunately, you have to give them the opportunity to hit on you so you can decline.”
“I don’t fucking care, Jesse,” I seethe.
“I could’ve called it from a mile away. Those dudes aren’t looking for friends.
They’re looking for a sexy young toy to spit-roast on their Christmas vacation.
They’d settle for me being there, but trust me, they wanted you.
And they can’t have you.” I inch up to his face. “They will never have you.”
His breathing shallows, lips parted and trembling a little as his wide golden eyes sparkle up at me.
“You’re really mad…?” he whispers.
“Yes… I’m really fucking mad, Jesse.” The scorch in my gaze holds his. “I’m gonna need you to not be so trusting. That those fuck-heads would even think they had a chance of getting near you makes me feel murderous.”
And now he’s blinking at me, cheeks flushing again, but in a different way.
There’s guilt and remorse in his eyes, and it stabs at my gut just a little. I shouldn’t be scolding him for being nice. Plus, it’s not like he would have gone anywhere with those guys alone.
At least I hope not…
But still, I’m worked the hell up right now. Strangers hit on my kid. My… partner.
“I told you, I was just trying to be nice, baby…” he whines quietly, with a pout on his soft lips that’s driving me insane. “I promise. I would never have agreed to that…”
“I know, Jess,” I hum, closing my eyes for a moment while I remember to breathe, pinching the bridge of my nose. “But you were letting them ply you with booze…”
“Only because you were with me!” He gasps.
“I swear to God, James, I would never…” His voice trails as he stares up at me, visibly upset now, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.
“I trust you with my life. You’re my guardian…
” He clears his throat. “My protector. You always have been. Since I was a little kid, I never had to worry about feeling unsafe.” He eases himself in closer to me, toying with the hem of my shirt.
“As long as you’re around, nothing will ever hurt me. ”
My heart warms at what he’s saying. Of course, it’s true. I would sooner die than allow someone to harm him, or take him from me.
Reaching forward, I fold him up in my arms, crushing him to my chest while he collapses into me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. My fingers glide up his back, treasuring the feel of him as they make their way into his hair, combing through the silken locks of platinum.
“Okay, baby,” I murmur. “I know. It’s okay… You’re right, sweet thing. I’m sorry I was upset.”
He shakes his head against me. “No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Sometimes I just… I don’t know, I get carried away wanting people to like me. Or wanting to impress them? I have no idea, but I’m sorry I scared you. I love you so much, baby.”
“Please stop apologizing.” I shush him, kissing his hair.
“This is just me being crazy.” I pull his face back with my hands, forcing him to lock eyes with mine.
“And you don’t need to impress anyone, or worry about them not liking you.
You’re fantastic, my love. Everyone who meets you loves you. Clearly…”
I grin, squinting at him while he chuckles. I watch his Adam’s apple bob while he gazes at me.
“Did you really mean what you said before?” he asks. My head tilts while I touch his jaw and his neck and his shoulders. “That I can do anything… even run my own restaurant?”
I’m trying hard to stifle my knowing smirk as I nod slowly, sliding my thumb over his bottom lip.
“Sweet boy… the possibilities for someone as magnificent as you are truly endless.”
His breathing picks up as he melds himself to me, grasping for my face to pull me to his mouth. In a blink, we’re kissing ourselves dizzy, rough and wet and warm, spinning and spinning, standing out on the boardwalk, with people walking by… and not giving a single fuck.
Because when it comes to us, nothing else matters.
“Take me home,” he whines. “Please. Now.” His hand slides between us to cup my groin while I hum. “I need it more than I need to breathe.”
A hungry snarl leaves my lips, sneaking between his. And he eats it up like his favorite treat.
“My baby’s aching for Daddy?” I grip his ass hard and he squeaks, nodding fast.
“I need you to fill me up before I die,” he whimpers.
Giving him a few more slow kisses, I take his hand once more, pulling him along. The walk back home is less than three minutes, but it feels like an eternity. I’m ready to combust, and the whole time we’re scampering in the direction of our house, Jesse has his hands all over me.
“That was our first official fight as a couple,” he whispers, while we ascend the steps to our front door.
Peeking at him, my forehead lines as I consider this. Was it really??
I think he’s right.
I mean, I have a tendency to scold him nonstop like he’s still my son. But we never actually fight. In fact, he seems to love when I growl things at him. It makes his dick hard.
For all the tension between us, rippling like a steady current, none of it is negative. We haven’t fought about anything since we’ve been down here.
And even that just now was a pretty measly fight.
Pulling him inside the house, I close the door behind us, pressing him against it with my hips. He gasps and whines, biting his lip while I writhe into him, going for his neck.
“Does that mean we get to make up?” I nip the words onto his warm flesh.
“Please,” he purrs, arching up to me while I work on his clothes, instantly tearing into them to get him naked. “Let me make it up to you, Daddy. Let me prove that you’re the only one for me.”
I almost whisper, I know I am. But then I stop, shuddering at the idea that he wants to be punished a little.
He wants to be my possession, and that sounds like a perfect way to end the night.