Page 32 of Jack of All Trades

“No. You’re acting like a person who just had their whole world turned upside down, and instead of lashing out, you’re lying here, in a bed with a man that cares for you, confident enough in yourself and me to be vulnerable. Me? I hid away in a warehouse, surrounded by cold cars and beautiful things,instead of trying to be vulnerable again with anyone. I admire and respect you, Jack.”

Jack’s swift movement caught him by surprise as Jack pressed his tea and cookie-flavored lips to Maltin’s. “You’re so good to me,” he said against Maltin’s lips. “I’m so sorry about your cars.”

Barking a laugh, Maltin whispered, “Tut, tut. None of that. It was me doing it. I’m just glad I didn’t break you.”

“You just said how tough I am. Why don’t we…you know…see if we can break the bed?”

Maltin laughed throatily as he let his eyes move over the bed. “Well, it would be pretty difficult, but we can try it,” he started, then whispered, “Next time. This time, I just want to be with you, touching, kissing, feeling you.”

Jack blinked at him again, and it was so sweet it warmed his heart even more. “You…want that?”

Taken aback, he asked, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know…I just…we went at it like that.”

“Oh. Well, I think that was the heat you are in, at least part of it. With or without the shifter stuff, my passion for you made me a bit…crazy. I’ve calmed enough to see past my overwhelming urges to want you, softly,” he said as he kissed Jack tenderly.

“I like that,” Jack whispered, then added, “Sometimes. But, you know, I didn’t mind the rough either.”

“Good, because I have a lot more cars to crash.”

Jack giggled, and it was like angels singing. “I came here the first time, and you wouldn’t let me even touch them.”

“I was a bit anal about them. About everything, but now I have something much more precious. A mate.”

Jack kissed him seductively, then lay flat on the bed, his eyes heavily lidded, lips parted to allow his long, heated breaths to escape.

Maltin kissed him again, sucking in that breath, licking the underside of Jack’s top lip playfully. “You’re so beautiful, Jack. So, so beautiful.”

For the next few minutes, Maltin slowly got Jack undressed, lifting his shirt a little at a time, licking a little, kissing his hard, perfect stomach, then moving up to suckle each nipple. When Jack was free of the shirt, Maltin lay gently over him, tasting his mouth, sucking marks on his neck, and listening to Jack’s sweet sounds.

Once he started on Jack’s pants, he pleasured him in a long, slow blow job as his hands pulled the waistband over his hips, sucking each ball, loving the smell and taste of his mate.

Free of the pants at last, Jack spread his legs while he smiled shyly. Maltin hadn’t ever pictured him as shy, but he had his moments come to find out. “I want to be inside you, Jack. I want to mate with you, but not because we’re supposed to. I hope that you know that.”

“I want to be with you, be your mate, be yours,” he breathed and wrapped his arms tightly around Maltin’s neck, kissing his face until Maltin started to slide inside of him. Then he let his head drop back to the pillow, and Maltin smiled wickedly at Jack, pushing deeper.

“Yeah, Jack. My mate. Mine. I want you all to myself, and I don’t care how that sounds,” he breathed into Jack’s ear while he rested his cock fully inside of Jack. “I don’t care if I come off as a jealous, possessive asshole. I want you all to myself for at least a little while.”

“Yes,” Jack grunted, panting wildly. “I’m yours. I want to be yours, Maltin.”

Maltin started to move, slowly at first, taking full advantage, kissing him, scraping his teeth across Jack’s jaw stubble, whispering in his ear until his thrusts sped.

Jack was clenching around his cock, milking him, loving him back, and Maltin sped up more, holding Jack’s head to keep it elevated, making it easier to kiss those succulent, cherub lips.

Jack was clinging to him, his eyes wet and round as he looked over Maltin’s face, begging with sounds instead of words, kissing back, fucking back, and Maltin knew at that moment he was completely in love with this man. There was no doubt, and he wanted to scream it out or whisper it, but he didn’t want the first time he said it to be in the middle of lovemaking.

His mate. His. The words rang in his head, the feelings surging through him stronger than the climax that was rushing on him.

“Will you…do the knotting thing again?”

Knowing that he was breeding Jack when he knotted, he stopped his thrusts and said, “Jack, do you realize…?”

“That we’re gonna make…more little hellhounds? Yeah, Maltin. I do.”

Maltin’s life did an entire circle in his mind as he thought about how much he wanted it, too. He’d been alone so long and thought he liked it that way, but having Jack in his life made all the difference.

When he came in the next few minutes, Jack held onto him, unmoving, and Maltin knotted, breathing harshly on the pillow beside Jack’s head. “Jack…Jack, I want you…forever, I want you.”

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