Page 21 of Secrets & Sake

Hiro shakes his head and takes a moment to chew his food. “I loved cooking. Just not with them.” A note of sadness touches his voice. “It was obvious I’d have to change myself if I wanted to be a part of their lives. Date women. Have kids.” He shrugs and looks away, lips sinking at the corners. “So I decided to go my own way and didn’t look back.”

“Yeah, my family was shit, too. I get it,” I say, surprised by how easily I can be honest with him. “I don’t have many good memories from my childhood, but the days I spent with my grandfather make up for all of it. Watching him cook was like magic to me. He’d make the most incredible things out of a few ingredients. Eating his food always brightened my day.”

Delight springs across Hiro’s face. “And now, you’ve brightened mine.”

Something flutters through my heart. Not butterflies. That’s a stupid analogy. Maybe, I don’t know… moths. Or wasps. Something cool. Ah, fuck it. I have to roll my lips in so I don’t beam at him like a damn sap. What is with me? Somehow, making him happy and hearing from his lips that I’ve brightened his day—it makes me want to smile.

For once, I did something good for another person. I wish I could do that more often. That I could be good for someone. A better man. Who the hell am I kidding? That’s never going to happen.

I scoff. “It’s just food. Mine’s nothing like his.”

Why is it that every time he says something sweet like that, my impulse is to ball myself up like a porcupine and show my quills? Or hiss like a damn alley cat?

“Nobody’s made me breakfast before. So hush and let me savor this.” He takes a big bite and sighs dreamily.

Nobody? I find that hard to believe. Yet the wolf side of me preens at that.

We provided. Made him smell happy. Pleased our—

Shit. Things are getting too sappy. I need to get back into familiar territory.

Grabbing my plate, I walk to his side of the table. “Tried the mackerel yet?”

“I’m not the biggest fan of fish.”

I place a piece of fish between my lips and cock a brow at him.

With a long-suffering huff, Hiro parts his lips. When our lips meet, a fire starts beneath my skin, burning me up from the inside. Our tongues tangle and I swallow the quiet moan that tries to escape Hiro. All his sounds of pleasure are mine. Twisting my fingers through his hair, I yank his head back to kiss and lick his throat.

Ours. Ours. Ours.

My wolf loves it when he bares his neck like this, when he submits.

“Hard already?” I squeeze the tent protruding through the blankets. He gasps and squirms. “Should we do something about that?”

Hiro whimpers against my mouth.

“Want me to fuck you again?”

He nods frantically, fumbling with the blanket covering him.

“Then ask me nicely.”

Color blooms in Hiro’s cheeks. He’s a lot more reserved than before I’ve made him cum twice.

I tug on his hair. “Ask me nicely.”

Screwing his eyes shut, Hiro whispers, “Please.”

“Please, what?” I nip the hinge of his jaw, palming my hand over his straining cock.

“F-fuck me. Please.”

I groan against his skin. “That’s my good boy. Since you asked so nicely…” In a couple of swift motions, I shove his plate aside, then I haul him up and over the table. I tear the blanket off him, biting my lip when his rigid cock is revealed to me. He’s already so hard, jutting up toward his stomach, the tip dewy with pre-cum. Bowing before him, I lap the length of his cock and suckle the tip.

“Fuck,” he yells, grabbing at my hair. He throws his head back, eyes closed in bliss.

“Eyes open, Sunshine.” I rub his thigh, and Hiro whimpers. “I want those beautiful eyes on me when I give you the best damn head of your life.”

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