I panted, leaning all my weight on my forearms so I didn’t crush him. He was still holding on to my back, almost like he was afraid to break the moment between us. We’d both needed that. Needed to touch. Tofeelone another again. I didn’t care that two days weren’t much; It had felt like a fucking month to me.
The doorbell rang, breaking the tender moment between us where we just existed together. I moved away from Pete, sitting upon the bed as I located my pants. Throwing them on, I left the room in a hurry. “Food delivery!” I quickly informed him as I left the room. I’d taken my T-shirt with me to wipe his cum off my stomach while moving, which was really great thinking, I might add.
With our food secured in my hand, I walked into the living room to find the TV had gone black and the drinks had condensation rings around the bottoms. I hurried into the kitchen and dumped the liquid in the sink, then began making new ones. As soon as the drinks were freshly made and the sushi plated to look nice, Pete joined me. He’d put on his joggers and a soft T-shirt, looking freshly showered and adorable.
“You are the most amazing boyfriend ever,” he said, sitting down next to me on the couch and pecking my cheek with a kiss. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I kissed his lips and offered him his drink. “You were unapologetically you.”
Chapter 29
Pete
It only took us another month of renovations before we could open the club. The first steps we’d taken were to interview people to join. It had been a lot of fun, even if it seemed a bit over the top to have to interview people. They hadn’t seen it as that, though. A few of them had told us how much they’d appreciated it. It made it seem like we truly cared about who we let in as members, and I could tell Jackson loved the praise from them. His biggest dream was for this to be a safe space for every member, and with our fifteen members, we hoped it would be that. We had interviews lined up for thirty more members, but we had to start out slow, so they were on a waiting list for now.
My mom had taken it well when I told her I was quitting the Mediums. She had figured I wouldn’t have stayed long anyway, But Rino, Daisy, and Kyle were saddened by it.
I was lounging outside and reading a new sci-fi book when I heard Mitch and Nic talking and cooing from the trees in the backyard. I had no idea what they were doing, and it was so hard not to peek over there, but I had to stay strong. My relationship with Jackson depended on it. And to be honest, Mitch and Nic were the perfect ghost roommates, plus it was so hot when they started fucking next to us. The idea of them getting so turned on by watching us was still such a thrill. I was getting more and more into the idea of sharing with Jackson, there just hadn’t been any members yet we’d wanted to do it with.
I could tell Mitch and Nic moved closer to where I was and mentioned something about bacon… I tried to focus on my book, but when they stopped right next to me, I heard a soft purring sound, and I turned my head to look at a cute orange kitten with his mouth full of bacon.
“Oh,” I said, surprised. “Hi, there, little one.” I offered my hand for him to sniff before I petted him. He was adorable.
“He likes him,” Mitch whispered, and I could tell this cat meant a lot to them.
I gave the kitten all my attention, gushing about how cute he was. “You’re so precious, yes you are, yes you are. Did you steal bacon from us? Such a good hunter, yes you are, yes you are.” I scooped him up and carried him inside so he could meet his other daddy.
Jackson was working inside, eating some biscuits, so I slowly showed him the kitten in my arms, but to my surprise, the kitten jumped from my arms and straight into Jackson’s, stealing the biscuit from him and purring with satisfaction of a good hunt.
“Who’s this little biscuit thief?” Jackson asked, laughing softly as he petted the kitten.
“I found him outside,” I replied, grinning wide at seeing Jackson pet him. “Can we keep him?”
“Of course! Little Biscuit deserves only the best.”
“Noooo!” I heard Nic wail from somewhere behind me, and I feared I’d misread them on the kitten thing. Did they not want us to keep it?
“How was he supposed to know you wanted him to be called Bacon?!” Mitch snapped, sounding awfully exasperated by his lover.
“He had a piece of bacon in his mouth!” Nic argued back.
I suppressed my eyeroll and refocused on my sexy man petting the small kitten in his arms. Was it even possible for him to get sexier? It seemed like it.
“I need to grab a few things,” he said, handing me Biscuit. “I’ll be back in five.”
Not really knowing what he meant, I simply nodded and sat down in his vacated chair and enjoyed some kitten cuddles. We would need to order some cat food when Jackson returned, he couldn’t live off of bacon and biscuits.
Jackson returned exactly five minutes later, carrying a box with a cat tree picture on it. I gaped at him, but he didn’t even notice, too busy leaving to get more stuff it seemed. He came back carrying a litterbox, then some bags filled with cat toys, a bowl for water and food, and lastly, a fluffy white cat bed.
I was sure my mouth had been open since I saw the box with the cat tree, but it wasn’t until now that Jackson met my gaze. He blushed and looked away before admitting with a mutter, “I ordered a few things while you were gone on your last job, okay? I might have forgotten about them until now.”
“You wanted a cat?” I asked, bewildered. We’d never discussed animals. I’d always wanted one, but it was hard growing up with so many ghosts at home. Animals would be drained by all their energies, much like we mediums could. All animals could both see and hear ghosts, which meant little Biscuit would have four daddies to dote on him.
Jackson shrugged. “I just thought it would be nice having a cute pet. And if by some odd chance one of our members is allergic, we can make sure he’s not allowed to roam the rooms we rent out.
“You really believe you can tell a cat what to do?” This man was in for a world of surprise.
“Can’t you? Like with dogs, can’t they be trained?” I refrained from answering such a silly question and let my eyes speak for me. “I’ll take that as a no,” he finally said and I nodded, glad we were in agreement.
