Page 56 of Jack of All Trades

Maltin’s hand tenderly ran down Jack's side, resting on his hip while his lips kissed over Jack’s top lip, then his bottom, each corner, and then each eye.

Loving caresses, humming noises as they kissed fully, Jack’s fingers threaded through his mate's thick hair, his need for the man having nothing to do any longer with satiating his heat.

No, Maltin was right. Like it was their wedding night, Maltin took Jack as if it were the first time they’d ever touched. He was inside Jack gently, moving in slow, deliberate circles, their eyes barely taken off the other.

When Maltin came, he didn’t knot inside of Jack. He lay there, breathing heavily as he placed his hand on Jack’s stomach, smiling as tears finally flowed down his cheeks. “We’re going to give them the life you should have had, baby. They’re going to know they’re loved. They’re going to know that no matter what power they might or might not have, the greatest power is our love for them.”

“That’s all I can ask for, Maltin.”

They slept finally, for two straight days and nights, never moving away from one another. Jack woke when hunger tore at his gut, and he rose as the sun was setting.

The place was a mess, including the kitchen. He barely recalled fucking in there, making the pots and pans rattle and crash to the floor. As he picked them up, he laughed silently, knowing the rest of the loft and warehouse would be nearly impossible to tidy.

But he forgot that his mate was powerful and able to use it. Just as he had breakfast finished and the coffee poured, Maltin woke with a groan and waved a hand for the loft to be set right, as it had been before they’d coupled. “You’ve got to stop making such a mess, Jack,” he said as he paused on his way to eat to kiss his mate.

“Me? You were the animal.”

“You make me do these things. I’m usually much more reserved.”

They ate together, and then Jack followed him to the warehouse so Maltin could restore the cars to pristine condition. “My poor cars. They’ve taken a beating lately.”

“Next time we go see my parents, can we take one? They live so simply, and I’m sure they’d like a ride in one of the fancier ones.”

“I’ll do one better, Jack. I’ll give them one. But though you’d think they’d appreciate one of the fancier ones, as you put it, where they live? I think the Escalade would be best. Four-wheel drive and all that, heated seats.”

“You’re right, of course. But, Maltin, that’s fancy too, you know?”

“Pish, posh,” he said, laughing, mocking his uncle. “It’s a hideous thing I bought when they first rolled out. I only got it on a lark.”

“I miss your mother and uncle.”

“We’ve been fucking for like four or five days, and you miss them? I must be doing it wrong.”

Jack smacked him playfully. “You know that’s not what I meant. I just…it’s true. I have my real family now, but they were first.”

Maltin kissed him on the cheek. “I know. They’re special. Arrogant and spoiled, but special.”

“You were, too, when I first came here.”

Hanging his head, he admitted, “You were too beautiful. I could see you, Jack, that you weren’t some…tradesman. You were someone I could fall for, and I haven’t let myself fall for anyone in a very long time. You see, my darling, I never knew I would have a fated mate. I only thought I would go through my life alone or heartbroken.”

“And now?”

Maltin sighed happily. “Now I have the entire world.”

Rodney and Trudy did come again about a month after they returned to France after meeting Jack’s family. Jack greeted them with open arms, taking their hugs and kisses to his cheeks.

Rodney was the first to comment on his belly. “Where is that slim, trim young man I recently met?”

“I’m not fat. I have babies inside me.”

His hands rested on his stomach. Trudy placed hers over his. “Jack, do you…know…?”

“No. When we saw the doctor, he asked if we wanted to know the sex of them, and Maltin got so pale, he looked like he was about to faint.”

“Where is my son?”

“Delivering his latest script to the studio. He finally finished it, only a month late.”

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