Page 42 of Jon's Helter Skelter Cold Case

“I’m so glad you were with me.” Man was practically bouncing in his seat. “I don’t know if they’d have asked me to be a guardian if you hadn’t been there. To your eyes, does it look like Matthew really loves those two?”

“Adores them. They can do no wrong as far as he’s concerned. I pity the person who tries to date Eshaal. He hashighstandards for his little princess.”

“It looked that way to me, too.”

“Plus there’s now you to contend with.”

Donovan laughed and didn’t even try to deny his protective instincts. “Simin’s first husband was an asshat, but I really like her new husband. Ooh, we should invite them to go camping with us. I bet they’d like that. We’ll need to do a lot of outings with the kids, too, so we’ve got a good relationship with them.”

I was fine with all that. I’d never thought kids would be in the cards for me, just because my work schedule was insane. And sometimes people shot at me. But this was different, this was spending time with kids when my schedule was open. I could be the fun uncle like I was with Skylar.

Donovan was busy over there scheming about how to involve the family in our wedding. It was cute listening to him throw one idea out after another, but I could tell that if I let him keep going like this, he’d never get to sleep tonight. He was too wound up with emotions. All of them good—although there was a trace of regret winding through—but still. He was more hyped up than a three-year-old after a weekend at grandma’s.

Hmm. Seemed like I needed to wear him out once we hit home.

Oh darn. Shucks. It was fine, I could totally take one for the team.

I let him talk on the way home, mentally planning my approach. Donovan couldn’t rest until he was sure all the doors were locked and the place secure, so I let him do that once we got home. I went upstairs ahead of him, prepping the bed, pulling out handcuffs, making sure the new bottle of lube had the seal taken off. Y’know, the usual before hot monkey sex.

Then I stripped, tossing clothes in the hamper, getting all those pesky things out of the way.

From the bedroom doorway, I heard Donovan call out, “Hey, babe? Why is the—”

I stepped out of the bedroom, not at all shy about being naked in front of him, and watched as his question abruptly died on his lips. A spark of lust and interest went through his lines before becoming a full-on blaze.

“Oh,” he breathed, taking me in with growing delight. “That’s why. How is it every time something makes me super happy, you get horny?”

“You have no idea just how sexy you are when you’re happy,” I informed him, crossing the distance to him so I could get hands in action. Those clothes he was wearing were very nice, but right now they needed to beoff.

He, of course, wasn’t upset about this and just grinned. “You’re so strange sometimes, but okay, I’m going to go with the flow on this. I can tell from the handcuffs that you have a game plan.”

“Oh, I definitely do.”

I reached for the top button on his shirt, undoing each one and kissing the exposed skin.

“First, I get you naked.”

Kiss.

“Then I’ll put the blindfold on you.”

Kiss.

“Then lay you out on the bed.”

Kiss.

“Handcuff you.”

Kiss.

“And spend as much time as I like doing whatever I want.”

Fingers carded through my hair, gripping there as I got his waistband undone. It was a little hard to read his lines from such a close angle, but I didn’t need to. The way his breathing had changed, the warm touch of his hands, all told me everything I needed to know.

Operation Turn Donovan On: success.

He eagerly helped me get his clothes off, which I tossed carelessly to the side. With him naked, I could see he was already starting to stiffen a little, and his cock was not something I could resist even on the best of days. I knelt on the carpet and got my mouth over the tip, hands on his thighs to help balance myself. He tasted of warm skin, making a sound of pure pleasure as I ran my tongue around the tip. Just teasing, really, getting him fully on board.

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