“I do love it. I love you.” Killian pushed Jacob’s joggers down to his thighs, teasing his fingers between the furrow between Jacob’s cheeks. “Can I, baby?”
“Have I ever said no to you?” Jacob countered, bending slightly and spreading his legs.
Killian gave him another filthy kiss before reaching for something on the counter.
“Olive oil? Again?” Jacob tsked. “I thought you were going to put lube in the junk drawer after the last time we did it in the kitchen. I smelled like Olive Garden for the rest of the day.” The last word went up an octave as Killian slid two slick fingers into Jacob’s hole. “Oh, God,” he moaned, working himself back on Killian’s fingers, still slightly open from their morning romp in the shower before they got on the road to the cabin.
When Killian pulled his fingers free, Jacob turned, shoving his joggers down and off before pulling Killian’s cock out, using the oil to jerk him roughly. Killian picked Jacob up, impaling him on his thick cock. The sound Jacob made wasn’t a scream but it also wasn’t quite human.
Killian loved it when he could make Jacob go non-verbal. He told him all the time how much those sounds drove him crazy in the best possible way. And he was right about the cabin. Here, there was nobody to disturb as Killian pounded him into the mattress or, in this case, the cabinets.
There was no finesse. Nothing warm or sweet about their joining. Killian braced Jacob’s back against the counter and used him, driving up into him while Jacob kept one arm around his neck and the other stroking himself in time with Killian’s thrusts. It wasn’t a marathon, more like a sprint, over and done in minutes, leaving them both sweaty and sticky on the kitchen floor.
“I smell like a pasta salad again,” Jacob complained, head lying on Killian’s soft tummy.
Ever since he’d stopped fighting competitively, his workout routines seemed to consist of mostly chest, back, arms, and legs. He said he didn’t need an eighteen pack to protect pampered celebrities.
That was fine with Jacob. He liked Killian’s little paunch and used it regularly as a pillow. He was absolutely perfect as far as Jacob was concerned.
Killian chuckled. “We’ll shower in a little bit. I just need to catch my breath.”
Jacob’s stomach sloshed, anxiety creeping back in. “Well, since we’re just lying around, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Uh-oh. The last time you said that, there was a litter of kittens in our bathtub,” Killian reminded him.
“And you loved each and every one of them until we found them a good home,” Jacob said, refusing to sit up and look at Killian. Why was this so hard? It wasn’t like they hadn’t discussed this before, even if it was in abstract musings instead of concrete assurances.
“You know how we’ve been talking about starting a family?” Jacob asked.
Killian’s stomach rose and fell beneath Jacob’s head as he took a big breath and blew it out.
“Well, I know you’re not going to tell me you’re pregnant, so what’s going on, baby? Why do you sound two seconds away from telling me you’re leaving me for another man?”
Jacob finally pushed himself into a sitting position, turning to face Killian, sitting criss-cross applesauce between his spread thighs. He opened his mouth to talk but ended up just biting his lip and looking away. He’d practiced this a million times yesterday, but now, it was like the words just wouldn’t come.
Killian used his thumb to pull his abused lip from between his teeth. “Talk to me. What’s happening here? We’ve talked about starting a family. If you’re ready to actually start making the phone calls, we can do that.”
“It’s not that,” Jacob started. “I mean it is that, but not that specifically. Like, yes, it’s about starting a family but not about, like, a surrogate or adoption. Well, it’s kind of about adoption—”
Killian cut him off. “Baby, you’re babbling. Talk to me. What did you do? There’s not a pile of babies at home in our bathtub, right?” he teased.
Jacob looked up at Killian with wide eyes. “No, of course not. I didn’t do anything…yet.” At Killian’s stern look, Jacob gave a big sigh. “Okay, you know how I’ve been working with Rebecca down at the center, right?”
“Uh-huh,” Killian said carefully.
“So, over the last few months, Rebecca has been working with a teen girl who hasn’t had the best life, and she’s had problems with drugs and was living on the streets off and on, and she even had a baby at sixteen…”
Killian’s brows made a run for his hairline. “You want us to take in a teenage girl?”
Jacob frowned. “What? No. I mean, maybe someday, but that’s not… Just let me get this out.”
Killian gave him a look. “I’m trying, baby, but you’re really going around your ass to get to your elbow with this story, and you’re scaring me a little.”
Jacob’s heart was hammering against his ribs, and his mouth was like paste. He hadn’t expected this to be so hard. He didn’t want to hurt Killian, but he wasn’t sure how he’d feel about what Jacob was about to propose. “I’m not trying to scare you. I’m trying to protect you.”
“I’m a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. I can take care of myself. Unless you’re trying to tell me you fell in love with that teenage runaway, in which case we have much bigger problems than my reaction to the news.”
Jacob rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the idea, but he didn’t miss Killian’s sigh of relief. “So…
