Chapter 11
I wake up to a featherlight touch tracing the tattoo on my ribs.
I find it funny that I fell asleep with him tracing it, and now I’m waking up to it.
Especially since the design is a representation of him.
If I couldn’t have him the way I was meant to, then I wanted to have something to represent that connection.
Something permanent like our bond is. Though that’s all in the past now. He’s mine for real.
Looking down at him, I see he’s raised up on an elbow, his chin resting on his fist, and his long brown hair is mussed.
Totally my doing. I lost count of how many times I fisted and pulled his hair last night, but he loved it.
When he notices me watching him, a radiant smile crosses his face, one I’ve wanted to see directed at me for a while. “Good morning, babe.”
“It’s a very good morning, waking up to you.”
He kisses me and says, “Sweet talker,” then goes back to exploring my tattoo.
“This tattoo, what does it mean?”
“You don’t know?”
He shakes his head.
“It’s you.”
Fuck, I love the way his forehead crinkles when he’s confused. So damn cute. “How is it me?”
“It’s from the movie Labyrinth. The owl represents the goblin king, Jareth. The timepiece and the words ‘It’s only forever, it’s not long at all’ are for our bond.”
If melting was a thing, he just did it. The expression on his face is indulgent when he says, “It’s a good thing I never saw that movie or this tattoo, or I would’ve known how you felt a long time ago.”
“That’s why I kept it hidden.”
Patting my chest, he says, “Let’s not dwell on it anymore, ’kay? We’re together now, that’s all that matters.”
Nodding, I pull him to me for another kiss.
Ever since he told me to claim him last night, it’s like a switch has been flipped.
I can’t keep my hands off him. Even though I know he’s probably sore, I can’t resist the urge to have him again.
Rolling us so he’s under me, I reach for the lube and pour some onto my fingers.
He won’t need much since he’s still loose from last night.
“If you’re too sore for this, baby, tell me and I’ll suck you off instead. ”
Jareth shakes his head and says, “I’m fine. Yes, I’m a little sore, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I want you. I’ll always want you. If it hurts, I’ll tell you.”
“You’d better. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
Spreading some lube onto my cock, I slowly push inside him, loving the way his eyes flutter closed as he moans.
I’ll never get tired of seeing him like this.
Sliding a hand up his chest, I tweak his nipples, grinning devilishly at his reaction.
He’s so damn responsive. With my other hand, I take his, linking our fingers together beside his head as I steadily move in and out of him.
He grips the back of my head with his free hand and pulls me to him for a kiss.
Our tongues duel each other lazily, neither of us in any hurry this morning.
I love that we seem to always be on the same page when it comes to this.
Easing our kiss to an end, I lick and nip my way down his neck and to his chest, sucking up more marks as I go.
He has so many now, he’ll have to wear a turtleneck to hide them. Sorry not sorry.
Shifting my hips, I change direction until I’m pegging his prostate on each thrust. Soon, we’re both hurtling over the edge. When our breathing finally returns to normal, I ask, “Shower, then breakfast?”
Jareth looks at the clock and snorts. “I think you mean shower, then lunch, babe. It’s past noon.”
Laughing, I slip from him and climb out of bed.
Now that I’ve claimed him, the pain I’ve been dealing with is gone.
I feel better than I have in a long time.
It’ll take a few decent meals before I’m back up to normal weight, though.
Holding out my hand to Jareth, I say, “Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up. ”
Jareth takes my hand, and I help him stand. It’s a good thing I have hold of him, because he almost hits the floor. Jareth narrows his eyes at me and says, “Wipe that smug look off your face, Rex. You totally wrecked me.”
Laughing, I lift him into my arms and carry him to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it until it feels better later.”
Jareth shivers in pleasure. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”
We might not leave the cabin at all today if we keep this up.
Jareth laughs, and I know I’ve projected my thoughts to him again.
Not that I care. I want him to know what I’m thinking, so I keep our link wide open.
Though I do limit it a little, so he doesn’t get every single thought that ever crosses my mind.
Besides, I feel immense joy at having his presence in my mind, so I’ll never turn it off.
Unless I’ve got something I want to keep secret from him, like a present on an anniversary.
Look at me, already planning for anniversaries.
Setting Jareth on the counter in the bathroom, I turn the water on and let it heat.
As soon as it’s hot enough, I carry Jareth in and put him on his feet.
He moans as the hot water cascades over his sore muscles.
Grabbing my shampoo, I pour some into my hand and begin washing his gorgeous brown hair.
Normally, he keeps it at or below shoulder length, so it’s about due for a cut, but I find that I don’t want him to.
Not that I’m going to stop him from cutting it if he wants.
As I’m rinsing the shampoo from his hair, I ask, “Have you thought about letting this grow longer?”
“I haven’t, but I’m not opposed to the idea. Why?”
“Because I’d love to be able to wrap it around my fist when I take you.”
Jareth barks out a laugh. “You’re insatiable. How long are we talking?”
Placing a hand about midway on his back, I say, “Right about here?”
His moss green eyes glitter when he looks at me and smiles. “Okay.”
“Really?”
He nods. “Yeah, babe, whatever makes you happy. It’s just hair, anyway.”
Taking his lips in a quick kiss, I tell him, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Grabbing the conditioner next, I work it through his hair before moving on to washing him with my body wash.
If it wasn’t already obvious he belongs to me, it will be now that I’ve covered him in the scents I use.
When I finish, Jareth returns the favor.
As he’s washing my ass, he asks, “Do you ever bottom?”
“It’s hard for me to get off that way, but I’d do it for you if you wanted.” I feel him freeze right before I hear his thoughts.
I don’t want to know if he’s been with any other man.
Reaching down, I tilt his head up to look at me. “I used toys to figure out what I like. I’ve never had anyone but you.”
His mouth drops open in shock. “No one? Not even before you scented me?”
I shake my head. “No one. You know I was a loner before we met. My sole focus was getting good grades so I could get into a good criminal justice program. I never had any interest in having sex with another person until you.”
Jareth stands and wraps his arms around me. “I’m glad I got to be your first, just like you got to be mine.”
I raise an eyebrow at him because I know he didn’t stay celibate with his girlfriends, and he smacks my chest with a laugh. “You’re my first and only man. Better?”
“Much.”
After rinsing each other off, we exit the shower.
With towels wrapped around our hips, we walk back into the main room.
Since I destroyed Jareth’s clothes last night, I give him a black long-sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans to wear.
Thankfully, we’re relatively the same size, only he has more muscle than I do so the shirt is a little snug on him. He looks delectable.
Jareth wags his finger at me and says, “No, sir. Get your mind off the hanky-panky. I’m starving, so you’re feeding me before I let you drag me back into bed.”
Grinning, I kiss him and say, “Yes, sir,” then pull on a blue shirt with another pair of black jeans.
Jareth looks at my outfit and says, “If I hadn’t seen you in a maroon button-down at the rehearsal dinner, I’d ask if everything you own was a shade of blue or black.”
Shrugging, I tell him, “What can I say, I like what I like.”
Putting on a pair of socks, I step into my boots and tie up the laces. When I’m done, I hold out my hand to Jareth and say, “Let’s go get some food. Gotta feed my baby boy.”
Jareth growls, “I’ll fucking end you if you call me baby boy again. You sound like my mother.”
Laughing at the indignant look on his face, I peck a kiss to his forehead and drag him out of the cabin.