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“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I breathe out. “Let me have it. Come inside me and then I’m going to bite you and claim you as mine.”

“Please do,” he says, nuzzling my cheek. “I am yours just as you are mine.”

Jett starts to fuck me in earnest but his movements are soft, gentle. I know I won’t come again but this is fine. It feels good. It feelsintimatewhich is exactly what I think we both need right now.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns, his voice breathy. He tilts his head for me, presenting his shoulder for me.

As I feel my ass flood with warmth, I bare my teeth and bite him. I bite down hard until I can taste blood and only then do I pull away. I feel our mating bond snap into place. I can feel Jett become my mate. I can feel him make a home inside my chest, not only metaphorically but also in a real, tangible way just as my parents have described it to me when I was a boy.

“Landon,” Jett breathes out, his voice breaking.

“Yeah,” I say, “I feel it too. I feel you, Jett.”

We turn onto our sides and hold each other in bed. We’re both covered in sweat and cum and slick. We really need to change these sheets before they’re ruined forever. I need to check in with my dads.

None of that matters.

Right now, all that matters is that we’re here, together. All that matters is our newly formed bond. All that matters are these babies inside my belly.

Everything else will fall into place.

Chapter Ten

Jett

“Thank you again forbeing understanding,” Landon says to his dads, the three of them sitting at the table while I cook dinner.

“We were young once,” Zac says with a grin. “We know what it’s like to be caught up in the whirlwind of hormones and what they can do to you.”

Landon groans, burying his face in his hands. “I don’t think I wanna hear about that.”

“Don’t be a prude, Landon. We’re all adults here.”

“We are,” Landon says, “but that doesn’t mean I need to hear my parents say things like ‘whirlwind of hormones’. It’s weird!”

“Fine,” Zac says, letting out a long sigh. I find myself grinning as I cook, listening to how they all talk to each other. A small pang goes through my chest. I wish I’d had this type of relationship with my parents. We were never close.

Now that I have children, I promise myself I will be nothing like them. I will work every single day at making sure I have arelationship with each and every one of my children. None of them will be overlooked. None of them will be raised by their siblings. They’reourresponsibility and we are the ones who’ll care for them, no matter how many we end up having.

I look through the doorway just so I can see my mate. The bite on my shoulder still stings, throbbing with each beat of my heart. Poetic in a way; the bite throbs the same way my heart throbsfor Landon.

Zac isn’t wrong. We are so caught up in a whirlwind of emotions and hormones and pheromones. Our instincts were all over the place, pushing the two of us together as quickly as possible. They’ll soon settle down now that our mating ritual is complete. What will our new normal be now that it’s time to settle in? What will our futures hold now that this is the first day of our forever?

My chest feels like it might burst with affection as I watch my mate talk with his dads. His stomach is swollen around the middle, his shirt a little tighter than it was yesterday. Every day he grows and every day we come one day closer to meeting our babies. I’m both excited and terrified of what’s to come. Will I be a good father? Will I still have time to shower my mate with the love and affection he deserves?

I turn back to the stove, pulling out the tray of cheesy spinach stuffed mushrooms. I grab a hotpad and bring the entire tray into the dining room, setting it on the table.

“Wow,” Teo says, looking up at me. “That smells amazing.”

“Thank you. I hope they taste as good as they smell.”

“I’m sure they will,” Landon says, looking up at me with soft eyes. “Your cooking is always delicious. I think cooking might be one of your love languages.”

“I’ve never thought of it like that,” I say softly. “Maybe you’re right.”

As I walk back into the kitchen to finish the main course, I overhear Zac groan. “Oh gods, I’m going to get fat while I’m here!”