Homerun Daddy, page 8
part #1 of Timberwood Cove Series
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Reaching for him, I scraped my fingers down his torso then gripped his hips, pulling them hard against me.
“More,” I said in answer, and a smile flitted across his face.
Then he was gripping the back of my knees, pushing them toward my chest, angling his hips until he was even deeper. When he slammed inside me again, harder this time, my mind spun, all rational thought fleeing.
Somewhere in the recesses of my lust-filled brain, I remembered I didn’t have any condoms in the house—it wasn’t like I ever thought I’d be having sex—but when I looked up at Jaxon and saw the nearly feral expression on his face, the thought slipped away and I lost myself to the moment.
A million sensations hit me at once as he began to move, finding a rhythm that drove me insane. The scent of my slick and his masculine musk mingled together. Sweat beaded on his brow as he pounded into me over and over again. And the sound of his voice as he growled my name. The look of ecstasy on his face… Oh god.
I felt a tingling at the base of my spine, and my balls tightened. Jaxon was about to send me right over the edge. My internal walls clenched and convulsed around him, and he grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Then I felt the strangest thing. The base of Jaxon’s cock, buried deep inside my ass, seemed to swell impossibly larger. Thicker. Fuller. Like I tight ball was forming, locking him inside of me. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew that the most intense pleasure I’d ever known began to radiate through me. Starting deep inside where Jaxon was buried, then shooting out through my entire body.
White-hot heat seared my veins, and it felt as if electric sparks were igniting in every nerve ending. Then I was coming, thick jets shooting from my cock as Jaxon continued to claim my body, almost primally.
I cried out, his name falling from my lips. He opened his eyes, locking that gaze on me, and he looked more than primal in that moment. Raw. Uninhibited. Nearly savage.
He leaned over me and crushed his mouth to mine just as his own orgasm took hold of him. I dug my fingers into his back, clutching him to me as his body shuddered. My release was still erupting from me, my body convulsing with the sheer force of it.
I’d never come this hard before—ever, and that included the last two times I’d masturbated thinking of Jaxon. I didn’t know what to make of it. All I could do was surrender myself to the marvel of what he was doing to me.
When Jaxon cried out my name with one last thrust, I swallowed his moans in a passionate kiss, pouring everything I was feeling into it.
Out of breath and spent, Jaxon carefully rolled off me, taking me with him, but his cock stayed firmly lodged inside me. We laid on our sides, facing each other, gasping for air. I could barely process what had just happened. I only knew I’d never felt this good.
After a few minutes, Jaxon finally pulled out, his cock still hard, but there was no sign of the odd swelling I’d felt before. I was about to ask him about it, but he stood from the bed and leaned down to brush the hair from my face.
“I’m going to run a bath,” he said with a smile. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I huffed out a breathless laugh as he turned and headed toward the bathroom. Like I could go anywhere even if I wanted to. My body felt like a limp noodle, totally relaxed, but funnily enough I also felt more energized than I had in a long time. As if all the tension I’d been feeling for so long had depleted.
God, I’d needed that more than I realized.
Jaxon came back into the bedroom and reached for me. I started to stand up, but he shook his head and leaned down, cradling me in his arms as if I weighed nothing.
“I’ve got you.”
I rested my head on his chest, letting him carry me. He set me down gently in the steaming bathtub then kneeled beside me. Taking a cloth from the side of the tub, he dipped it in the water, then began wringing it out over me. The trickles of hot water on my skin relaxed me even more, and I found myself allowing Jaxon to take care of me like this. Enjoying it even.
He pampered me, gently washing every part of my body. When he tilted my head back to rest on the edge of the bathtub and started massaging shampoo into my hair, I sighed.
Jaxon chuckled softly. “How do you feel?”
“So fucking good,” I moaned, then realized what I’d sounded like. My gaze darted to his, but I just found him watching me with a small smile on his face.
“Good.”
I thought again about what we’d done, and how it had felt like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life, and I furrowed my brows. “Jaxon…” How was I supposed to say this? But I had to know.
He arched a brow. “Everything okay?”
“I just—well…” I cleared my throat and tried again. “When you were…inside me.” God, I hoped he didn’t see the blush I felt creeping over me. The moment had passed, and I wasn’t sure if I should feel awkward now I’d had heat-induced sex with a man I barely knew.
“When I was fucking you?” he asked, his voice lower, full of heat again.
“Yeah,” I said with a small laugh. “That. Well, I felt you, I don’t know, swell or something. Almost like there was a bulge at the base of your—like you were…” Shit. I don’t know. It sounded ridiculous to say it out loud.
But Jaxon didn’t seem surprised or confused. Instead, he looked almost wary. He cleared his throat. “Yeah. That can happen sometimes.” He looked at me more sharply now, his eyes serious. “It’s because we’re fated mates.”
What? He’d lost me there.
“What do you mean?”
Jaxon took a minute to answer, and I didn’t miss the way his jaw ticked. He rinsed the shampoo from my hair before speaking.
“It just means that sometimes people are meant to be together. You know, fate and all that.” But it sounded like there was much more to it than that.
“And you think we’re…”
“Mates. Yep.”
Jaxon had previously said he thought we were meant to be together. Did he really think that? It seemed impossible. I felt overwhelmed, confused. Worst of all, hopeful. But I couldn’t let myself get wrapped up in the idea that Jaxon and I could actually have a real relationship. I had to keep my head on straight. Even though it was clear how easily Jaxon could make me lose it.
I force a laugh. “Don’t get your hopes up there,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. Like what I was saying didn’t make me feel raw and vulnerable. “There’s no way someone like you would ever be fated to someone like me.”
Jaxon stopped and met my eyes this time. “Why would you say something like that?”
“Well, I mean…look at me.”
His eyes heated. “I am, and I’m telling you I don’t want to hear anything like that. I want a relationship with you, Bryce, remember?”
I swallowed. He sounded so serious about it, but it didn’t make sense. “Yeah, to help Liam. I get that, and I honestly appreciate it, but what just happened between us doesn’t mean you have to feel obligated to either of us in any way.”
Jaxon scoffed, an incredulous look on his gorgeous face. “Believe me, I don’t feel obligated. I want this. I’m not sure how to get you to understand that, but just trust me here. Please.” He frowned, as if he was considering saying more, then nodded like he decided to go with it. “In fact, I’d really like us to move in together.”
I was apparently in for shock after shock tonight. I instantly wanted to leap at the idea—for more reasons than just Liam’s adoption. The idea of being with this man night after night—possibly in my bed—held a massive amount of appeal.
Be careful.
That little voice had me crushing all and any hope that just kept popping up because no matter what happened here, I didn’t truly believe Jaxon wanted a real relationship. Was it worth the potential heartache to go along with his plan?
“Isn’t that a bit much so soon?” I asked, my voice strained because I was fairly sure I could fall for this man in a heartbeat.
Jaxon blew out a breath, some of the tension that had cropped up leaving along with it. “Just think about it, okay? I really think it could help with the case.”
Right. The case. Yeah, it would serve me well to keep that at the forefront of my mind.
Jaxon helped me out of the bath before wrapping me in a robe. Then he led me back to the bedroom. He turned back the covers and fluffed my pillows then took my hand and drew me to the bed. I eased down, and he was overly attentive to helping me get settled. His gentleness made my heart thump a little harder. Strangely, though, I didn’t feel any of the stiffness in my back or hips, which was my constant companion.
I could have gotten myself from the bathroom into the bed just fine on my own, maybe not even needing my cane the way I was feeling, but I also kind of liked how sweet and attentive he was being, so I let him fuss over me. When I was all settled, he came around to the other side of the bed and climbed in, shocking me again. I was starting to lose count.
He pulled me to him, wrapping his arm around my waist and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. I’d thought he might leave, but it looked like he was sticking around.
“Do you want to stay the night?” I blurted out the question before I could think better of it.
He smiled then chuckled. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Light pricked my eyelids, waking me up from the most peaceful sleep I’d had in longer than I could remember. I felt amazing. Then it all came back to me in a rush, and my eyes flew open. Jaxon.
We’d fallen asleep here in my bed last night after… Oh god. I sat up, looking around the room. The curtains were open—there was the reason I’d woken up—we’d never gotten around to closing them last night, but I didn’t see Jaxon. The clock on the nightstand showed it was still early, a good thirty minutes before my alarm was set to go off.
I threw the covers off and scrambled from my bed before grabbing my cane. Had he left sometime during the night? As I made my way into the hall, I noticed Liam’s door was wide open, but there was no sign of him inside.
I felt a prickle at the back of my neck, a shiver running through me. “Liam?” No answer. I limped over to his door and looked closer. Yeah, he wasn’t in there. I called his name again as I made my way into the kitchen and living room, faster than I should have been able to, and more or less without pain.
It was still there, lingering in the depths of my muscles and bones, but it was overshadowed by the concern for my nephew. That’s when I noticed a note taped to the front door. Plucking it off, I read the same scrawled handwriting I’d seen on the napkin Jaxon gave Liam the first night we met.
Took Liam out for breakfast and dropping him off at school. But I’m coming back immediately after.
-J
I leaned against the door, relieved, and also a little flustered. Of course he’d taken care of Liam. That was his M.O. it seemed, but he was coming back here. Where we’d be alone. Again.
For the first time, I realized my heat had subsided. It might flare up later unless I had sex again, but for now it seemed Jaxon had attended thoroughly to that problem as well. My body still felt flushed at the idea of him coming back here, though.
I walked back to the living room, noticing again how my body didn’t feel as tight as it normally did. God, that had been the most amazing sex of my life. I’d never been with an alpha while I was in heat, and I wondered it that was the way every omega felt in that situation. I wasn’t sure because I was certain no one had ever felt anything like that.
I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if I accepted Jaxon’s offer. If we moved in together. I was certainly excited about seeing this morning.
There was no denying I was attracted to him—and not just because of my heat. But it wasn’t just his ridiculously sexy body and that lopsided smile and those gorgeous green eyes that had me hooked. It was everything about him. He was an amazing guy.
Which is why I couldn’t take advantage of him. If we could have a real relationship, that would be one thing, but despite what he said I was sure everything Jaxon was doing was for Liam. I was conflicted. On one hand, I knew Jaxon’s proposal might be exactly what we needed to get Mrs. Pinder off my back and ensure Liam’s adoption, but on the other, it seemed like too much to ask. Plus, I had my heart to protect.
As much as I liked the idea, I just wasn’t sure if moving in with Jaxon was the right choice.
9
Jaxon
Kay’s had better breakfast than anything else in my opinion.
When I’d stepped out of the bathroom early this morning, it must have woken Liam because the next thing I knew we were face to face in the hall. He’d grinned, realizing I’d stayed there all night. But before he could ask any questions, I’d found a quick way to distract him. Breakfast.
“Thanks so much for bringing me out for breakfast,” he said now, his mouth full of the best pancakes in a hundred-mile radius, minimum.
“Yeah, absolutely. I bet you’ve never gotten ready for school so fast, have you?” I asked with a laugh.
He shook his head, his eyes wide. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Liam had rushed into the bathroom to get ready. I’d barely had time to check on Bryce—still sleeping soundly—and scribble out a quick note before Liam was waiting at the door.
“I’m so glad you were there this morning. This is awesome,” he said.
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.” So far, I’d only proposed the details of moving in together and becoming a couple to Bryce, but I wanted Liam’s thoughts on the idea. I needed him to be on board too. “I’ve been thinking, and I really like Bryce. A lot.”
Liam grinned. “I know.”
I shook my head. Yeah, me staying the night probably wasn’t even the first clue. “What would you think about the idea of me and your uncle together?”
“Like dating?” he asked, spearing another huge bite of pancakes with his fork.
“Yeah, something like that,” I said with a slight smile.
“I think that’s even more awesome!” He chewed his pancakes, and his eyes became thoughtful. “Why are you being so nice, though? I mean, I’m not complaining. It’s cool.”
I wanted to laugh but managed to keep a straight face. Now he was going for nonchalant.
“Well, part if it is because of what I told you. I like Bryce, but I also want to make sure you’re taken care of and you don’t go into foster care. I have a good idea of how I can help make that happen.” I paused, then went for it. “What would you think about you and Bryce coming to live with me?”
I’d been unwilling at first when my father suggested the idea, not wanting Bryce to find out about shifters until the right moment, but this felt like the right thing to do. Having them at my place was really the best place for all of us.
“My house is pretty big. You’d have all the room you want—it’s practically a mansion,” I added, tossing that fact in for good measure.
As expected, Liam’s eyes lit up and he practically choked on his pancakes.
“Mansion?”
I chuckled. “Yeah. And a huge back yard. Cole lives in the neighborhood too.” Neighborhood wasn’t exactly the right word to describe the compound the pack lived in. We all had our own homes on the massive property behind the Timberwood Lodge, but we were all close and spent a lot of time together.
“That would be incredible!” he said, glowing now as he finished of his pancakes.
“Then I’ll see what I can do to make it happen.”
We finished breakfast, and I dropped Liam off at school, then I headed back to Bryce’s house.
I let myself in and found him in the kitchen, moving around easily as he cleaned up from last night.
“Hey,” I said.
He spun around, surprise on his face. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Walking right up to him, I pulled him into my arms. “How are you feeling?”
He looked up at me, more surprise emanating from him as we stood there together. Like he hadn’t been expecting this from me this morning. He smiled slowly, a glow about him. He looked sexy as hell, still rumpled from sleep, and that morning-after look was something I could get used to.
“I feel…great,” he said with a grin. “I’m not in much pain this morning.”
I’d noticed he hadn’t seemed to be in much pain last night either, during our interlude and after. I also realized he wasn’t in heat any longer.
“Glad to hear that,” I replied.
Images of our night together had me immediately thinking about taking advantage of having the house to ourselves. That’s when I remembered we hadn’t used condoms. At the time I’d been so deep in rut with my omega in heat the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. Did the fact that I’d come inside him have anything to do with how much better he was feeling? I didn’t want to discount the possibility—wolf shifter DNA was some pretty potent stuff.
It had me speculating, and I suddenly wanted to find out what more sex with Bryce might do for him. Unfortunately, I had other things I wanted to get squared away first. Primarily my new resolve to get Bryce to move in with me. Now the idea had taken root, I really wanted him where it was safe, surrounded by my pack.
“Do you have any plans for the day?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Good. Get ready and let’s head out to my house. I’d love to show you around and introduce you to some of my family and friends.”
Bryce pulled back slightly, hesitation in his hazel eyes. “I’m not sure, Jaxon. I think this might be moving too fast.”
Frowning, I tightened my arms around his waist. Why was he so hesitant? Hadn’t I shown him last night just how much I wanted him? We were meant to be together, and I was ready to get started. But I could feel his resistance. That’s when I remembered he had no clue of the power of our connection, and it wasn’t like I could just lay it all out there for him.
