Later, as they’d laid tangled up in each other, panting heavily and Finn’s knot pressed deep inside, he’d sheepishly explained that the thought of Jaime, alone, slick and ready to be bred while anyone could just happen by the house, had short-circuited his brain, sending him straight into wolfymineterritory.
Jaime had replied that he certainly wasn’t complaining, and that they would absolutely be doing that again.
Jaime’s hand was flying over his shaft now, while Finn snarled, “Your tight little hole is squeezing my cock back inside, baby. It’s begging for my knot. Begging to be b-bred. Do you want your mate’s cum? Do you want m-me to fuck into your belly and breed you? Do you want my load that badly, baby? Take my—cum!”
Finn gasped and buried himself deep, pressing his full body down and knot blowing wide as Jaime’s hole swallowed aroundhim. Jaime shouted his climax, tightening the fist around his cock as he shot all over his stomach and chest.
He wrapped shaky arms around Finn’s shoulders, twitching through the electric pulses zinging through him while he basked in the pressure of Finn’s knot pressed against his prostate, cum filling him up.
Dropping Jaime’s legs off his shoulders, Finn rolled them until Jaime was mostly on top, legs and arms a jumble as they breathed through the come down, pleasure softly pulsing through him as he felt Finn’s rumbling purr underneath. By the time his knot softened enough to pull out, and Jaime felt like he could form full sentences again, he was ready for a hot shower and Finn’s Shepherd’s pie.
Jaime told his mate so, who chuckled and shuffled them both into the bathroom, where Finn very attentively washed away the cum and lube dripping down his thighs.
And then sucked Jaime’s cock down and swallowed around him until he was hard again and keening, pouting and begging until he splashed down Finn’s throat, blearily watching him jerk himself off on his knees.
A little while later,hair still damp and muscles pleasantly liquid and sore, Jaime sat in their dining nook and watched Finn pad around the kitchen, shirtless, slicing and sautéing and whatever else he was doing that was far less interesting than the bunch and stretch of his back muscles as he bent over.
Jaime really needed to buy him that damn apron.
“Thank you for being there, today. I know it had to be boring sitting through all of that, but it means a lot to me that you werethere. And thank you for afterwards, upstairs. I needed that, too.”
Finn turned toward him, a crease forming between his eyebrows. Jaime remembered the first time he saw that crease, and how much he’d wanted to smooth it away, so he stood up, padded over to his mate, and did just that.
Finn hooked an arm around his waist. “Of course, I was there. There was never any question about that.”
Jaime smiled. “I know. But still, it’s important to me that you know how much I appreciate it. How much I appreciate you. That there never was any question for you. I love you, and I am grateful for who you are.”
It was Finn’s turn to smile now, and he pressed a kiss to Jaime’s temple before he turned back to their food. “I’m very proud of you. You did so well today. Whatever verdict the jury returns, you did Vera justice.”
Jaime nodded. He had answered all of the questions that DA Rivera asked him without issue, feeling lighter after his story was finally out there. But then the defense attorney had peppered him with more difficult, pointed questions. She’d brought up things that Jaime hadn’t thought were relevant, but that he’d been forced to testify about.
His job, his brother, his relationship with Finn, and thus the security firm. Feeling like he’d been put through the wringer, Jaime had finally stepped down after DA Rivera had helped him re-state some of the details he’d felt like the defense attorney had muddled.
Somehow, that took nearly all day, and Finn drove him home in a daze.
When they’d walked through the door, Finn kicking his shoes off next to Jaime’s and offering to make them an early dinner before going to bed, a sudden swell of emotion had come over him. He was proud of himself for staying composed on thewitness stand, yes, but for some reason, he hadn’t been able to shake a horrible sense ofwhat-if.
Jaime had seen a version of himself come home alone after testifying, without Finn. He’d seen himself warm up a frozen pot pie in the microwave, sit on the couch, and eat dinner, alone.
The emptiness he’d felt as he pictured it had Jaime pouncing on Finn, pulling him up the stairs and begging for his knot. Finn, as always, had sensed what he needed, and gave it to him.
Brutally, over and over.
Jaime needed Finn to know that he saw that, saw his unwavering support, and would always be grateful for it.
As Finn slid their Shepherd’s pie into the oven to bake, Jaime thought about what Finn might be needing, and asked something that he’d been wondering about for a long time.
“Have you ever thought about getting another dog?”
Finn turned wide eyes toward him and leaned back against the counter. He opened his mouth to answer, but then stopped, taking a moment to consider. “I didn’t want to at first, after Luna died. I couldn’t handle the thought of giving my heart away again.”
He smiled softly at Jaime, and continued, “But now, with you. Yes, I have thought about it. A lot, actually. I was debating over whether to ask if you’d like to get a puppy together. Or maybe find a shelter to adopt from.”
Jaime cocked his head. “Why were you debating asking me that? Of course, I would love to get a dog with you, Finn. We’d be fucking fantastic dog dads. I’ll get us all matching sweaters. The Christmas cards will be adorable.”
Finn chuckled, eyes bright. “Well, the thing is… there’s something else that I’ve also been wanting to ask you, and I was debating on which to do first. There might be travel involved in the second request, and I’d hate to leave our new puppy at home without us so soon.”
Jaime was lost. “Do you want to go on a vacation? I agree, I think we should do that before we get a puppy—Finn, what is so funny?”
