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Seth did and met Jesse’s molten brown ones. His breath caught as Jesse pushed. It burned, but Seth would have cut out his tongue before he stopped him, and Jesse took care. Took care of him. He’d always been the protector. His infrequent lovers over the years had generally been okay, but no one had ever watched him with such intensity, such attention. Like he was their entire world.

Then Jesse’s hand curled around Seth’s leaking cock, and that was all he needed. He shot so hard it nearly took his head off, and Jesse gasped and thrust hard until he froze for an endless moment, then slumped over Seth’s belly. “You’re incredible,” Jesse whispered almost reverently, and Seth could have easily cried.

Jesse just had the energy to get rid of the condom, and then he collapsed into Seth’s arms. Seth never wanted him to be anywhere else.

Baby and the Bear

Chapter Six

Jesse thought it was the baby alarm at first, until he realized it was his cell phone ringing that had woken Maddox. Seth grunted and clasped his arm briefly. “I’ll go see to Maddox.” He gestured to Jesse’s phone which was jumping around insistently on the nightstand.

It took Jesse another moment because it was the first time that anyone had called him since he’d bought it four months ago, and he snatched it up. “Hello?”

“Jesse?”

Jesse nodded, then realized the caller couldn’t see him. “Yes.”

“I’m responding to the notice you placed in the Three Bears earlier this evening.” Every cell in Jesse stilled. “I believe you are looking for Mato.”

Jesse might have held his breath a fraction too long because he went to rub at the ache in his chest before he realized lack of oxygen was causing it. “Yes,” Jesse said. “I’ve never met him, but my grandad told me to ask if I was ever in any trouble.”

There was a minute’s silence, and then the voice said, “And is it the sort of trouble that means you can’t go home for help?”

“Yes,” Jesse whispered. “I can’t ever.”

“Okay then.” And the man rattled off some directions, and they arranged to meet in two hours. It would be just before five, not even light.

“Was that what you were hoping for?” Jesse turned at Seth’s quiet voice. He’d wrapped himself in a robe and was holding Maddox, who seemed to be perfectly content in Seth’s arms. Jesse didn’t blame him.

“It was the note I left this evening.” He looked at the time. “I have to meet them at five. I guess I’d better get dressed.”

Seth nodded shortly. “I’ll go get Maddox a bottle.” And he turned and left.

Jesse bit his lip. He’d had the best night of his life last night. Seth was one of the nicest guys he’d ever met, and if it was just him, he would stay willingly, at least while he saw if this thing between him and Seth could be permanent. Jesse covered his face to hold in a sob.

Permanent? Jesse had fallen hard for the gorgeous man, but it wasn’t just him, and he had a responsibility to his son. And he couldn’t ensure Maddox’s safety without some help.

Jesse got dressed quickly and went downstairs. Seth was sitting in one of the large kitchen chairs feeding Maddox and humming something to him.

“I know I have no right to ask this of you when you have given me so much, but would you do one last thing for me?”

“Anything,” Seth responded immediately, looking up, his face hopeful.

“I don’t want to take Maddox until I see who these guys are,” Jesse admitted.

Seth didn’t reply for a moment, just dropped his gaze and stared at Maddox, who was sucking the milk like his lifedepended on it. “No, that’s a good point,” Seth said. “Leave him with me while you go check them out. You have your phone in case you’re worried. I doubt I’ll go back to sleep.”

Jesse wanted to cry. He’d spent six agonizing months trying to find these people, and now that he had, part of him—the selfish part—wished he never had. “If it wasn’t—”

“I know,” Seth interrupted. His face softened. “I know you have to think about this little guy. He should be your top priority.” Seth looked like he wanted to say something else, but he gestured to the door. “Take the car and be safe.”

Jesse drove to where he was instructed. It wasn’t that far from the bar he had been in, and as he pulled into the parking lot lit by a few streetlamps, a guy on a Harley pulled in after him. Jesse got out, trying not to show how absolutely terrified he was, and the man—he would have put him at about fifty, but in shifter years he could have been way more—took off his helmet and turned the bike off. He got off and looked over at Jesse, putting his hand out. “Name’s Ricoh.”

Jesse unglued his legs and went and shook the guy’s hand. He smelled wolf immediately and knew the guy was a shifter.

“You say your grandad told you about us?”

Jesse nodded.

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