Page 8 of Still Singing To My Heart

“Only when you invited me to,” he said, tracing my lips with his thumb.

He probed it between my lips, and I kissed it, twirling my tongue around his thumb as I’d soon do to his cock if I had my way.

“How about you be a naked king?” I asked over our mating link because my mouth was busy.

Jonah pulled his thumb away from me and stripped off his shirt over his head and let it drop onto our bags behind the sofa.

“Magi, are you engaged?” Jonah asked.

Silence rang through our ears.

“Good,” I nodded.

Magi was a magical hearthstone system that was used not only in hotels, houses, and cars but in almost anything an AI personality would be helpful in. At least ‘he’ was on Earthside.

“Exactly,” Jonah nodded.

While Duke was a teenager, we went on a family vacation to a little B&B in Spain. The place used Magi and someone turned off his emergency only recordings and tried selling photos of our teenager. That ended up with a guy having a lot of broken fingers and many singed body parts. We figured they were aiming for footage of Jonah but tapped in at the wrong times.

“One of the few times Fred and I agreed on something,” Jonah laughed. “Test or romping first, love?”

“Romping, definitely romping. If we are my brain will going spiraling into the future and I think we did enough of that for a bit. We still gotta talk about Heartville, but not yet.”

Jonah nodded and slid off the back of the sofa. He scooped me up, his powerful arms lifting me seemingly without effort. I laughed, feeling freer than I had in a long time. No one was randomly going to yell for us while we washed each other clean.

Jonah set me down on my own two feet and I rose to my tiptoes to steal a kiss. Our tongues danced between our mouths and his hands slid over my bare ass. I was already slick and hard. Jonah’s dick pressed against my belly, making me want him more than ever. It would be so easy to drop to my knees and--- Then he was gone. He disappeared back into the living room of the suite and came back with our toiletries. Sure, the B&B provided some basics, but we’d both grown picky over the years after finding the brands we liked.

I turned on the shower to heat up the water as he set them and our clean fresh towels from home out. Despite being put through the wash at Duke’s house, they still smelled like home or maybe they just smelled like us and that tricked my brain into thinking about home.

“You are my home,” Jonah said, stripping off the rest of his clothes and tossing them into the living room so nothing would get left behind.

He and his bandmates learned long before we ever met that leaving behind anything at a hotel or the like might just end up with that item auctioned off online. It seemed innocent enough but who wants to sell or buy a stranger’s used underwear?

“People are weird,” Jonah shrugged, reaching his hand under the running water. “Perfect. Maybe that’s a perk of a B&B in the Other World.”

“Maybe I’m just good at knowing where to turn the knob to,” I smirked.

I stepped into the shower and Jonah followed in after me, sliding the door shut behind him. We stood under the rain of the shower letting the near silence fill our ears. It was nice to have a break from the usual chaos of the world. I loved our life. I loved our kids. I loved our pack, but sometimes you needed a bit of space to hear yourself think.

In the silence, interrupted only by the pitter-patter of the shower, we scrubbed each other clean. We showered before we left Heartville, but there was something soothing about starting off a vacation like this. Maybe it was washing away our worries and starting with a clean, fresh slate, or maybe we didn’t get enough chances to touch each other all over these days. Either way, I let go of my worries about all the kids and concentrated on Jonah’s big strong hands drawing soapy circles over my naked flesh. The scent of our warm arousal filled the shower, clinging to the steam. I let out a long, slow sigh as Jonah turned me around to start on my back. I couldn’t touch him anymore but I gave in to the gentle pressure of him all over my skin, slipping and sliding his way lower until the loofah slid over the curve of my ass. My hips arched for him out of familiarity. A growl vibrated out of his throat and my wolf whimpered back to him. Our inner beasts were on the same page as us for once. They weren’t always, but they never turned down the chance for a romp.

Jonah stepped closer and I rubbed my ass over his hard, throbbing cock, trapping it between our bodies. He growled again and the sound coiled around me. I ground harder as his hands found my hips.

“Too bad Magi isn’t here to turn on the music,” he teased. “You’re practically dancing on my dick.”

“That’s why we have speakers in the bathroom back home,” I said, rubbing against him, following a rhythm that only played out in my thoughts.

“I thought that was to hide our noise from the kids and a million other pack members who always seem to want to show up while we’re in the shower,” he said, tightening his grip on my hips.

“All of the above,” I said, leaning back against him as I moved, letting him take on some of my weight.

“You’re so slick already,” he said, dropping the conversation about back home before we jinxed ourselves into an interruption.

“Always am when I’m alone with you,” I nodded, grinding harder, so that he slid between my cheeks and stayed right where I wanted him. “You don’t know how many times we’ve been in the middle of cooking dinner or doing some fucking paperwork that seems to never end and I’ve just wanted to toss it all out and knock you over so I could have my way with you.”

“I think whatever paperwork that was could’ve waited,” he let out a breathy chuckle.

“Adulting sucks,” I laughed but the sound morphed to a moan as Jonah’s big, warm hands slid to my cock. For a moment he held me with both hands, squeezing, before letting go with one and stroked me in time with my grinding back into him. My breath hitched in my chest before seeping out in a moan.

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