The count and the belt’s thwack still linger in the air as I bury my cock in him. One thrust and my balls smack into his, where they hang between his thighs. I set a grueling pace, giving him nae time to adjust. I opened him up before beating his ass. That’s all the consideration he’s given.
I need him too badly. I thought I’d lost him. Now that he’s here under me, taking my lashes and my cock, I’m blind to everything else. I want to own him. Mark him. Claim him.
So, I do.
Over and over.
Again and again.
The tingles o' climax grow, flourishing like a garden in a spring rain. It blooms, weaving its way through me until there isnae anywhere else for it to go but out.
Tilting my head back, I roar his name as my rhythm disappears, and my thrusts become short and sporadic. I’m close to collapsing on the lad. I reach forward, one hand going to the ropes, pulling it just so to loosen the knot and the other wraps around his cock, but there’s nae need. The last o’ his release is already running over his cock.
I hold him to me and ease us down onto the bed, dodging the wet spot as much as possible.
We lay together, quietly luxuriating in each other until my cock slides from him as it softens. We both sigh at the loss. I’m still in disbelief that he’s here, in my arms, and in our bed. Breaking the silence, I tell him, “I cannae believe yer here, min karlek.”
He chuckles and says, “You mean you can’t believe I came to my senses so quickly?”
“Och, aye. That.”
He turns into my embrace, propping his chin on my chest. “I was an idiot. I didn’t think I could have both—my work with the Society and a life with you. Dillon needs you more than me. He need’s a dad, and life away from the Society. I knew he wouldn’t get that if you stayed.”
“But why nae come with me? Ye worked here…”
“Because I was afraid that having Dillon would change what we have. That I wouldn’t be good enough to help you raise him. Plus, I was scared my work with the Society would affect his life. Like my dad’s affected mine. I don’t want that for him. Even before my mother died, looking back, I can see that there are things about the Order that made their way into my life. Things I wouldn’t have noticed as a child but do now in hindsight as an adult. So, I thought it best to send you home and for me to stay behind.”
“So, what changed?”
“I came to my senses. I love you, Draven, with all my heart. It fills me with so much joy and then I realized that loving you from a far was just making us miserable and that wouldn’t be good for Dillon, either. So, I hopped on a plane, and here I am. If you’ll still have me; here, I’ll stay.”
I pull him to me, slanting my mouth over his. The kiss is full o' love, and relief, but mostly love.
“Dinnae even think about leaving me again, Tavish Buchanan. Iffn you do, I’ll tie you to this bed and never let ye go.”
“About that…”
“What? Me tying ye to the bed?”
“No, Buchanan. What do you say we change that to Helvig so we can well and truly leave the sins of the father in the past, forever?”
My heart stops and starts again, and I gather him to me with tears in my eyes. “There’s nae anything I’d like more.”
We come together in a slow sensual kiss, and I rolling him onto his back. Our cocks press together, and his legs slide around my hips as he smacks the bed. He holds up the lube with a grin.
I take it from him, sitting back on my ankles and popping the top. My face hurts from the width o’ the grin stretching it, but a cry come from the monitor I put on the nightstand the first night Dillon slept under this roof stills my hand from pouring the lube on my fingers.
Tavish sighs with a wistful smile on his face, “Looks like we’ll have to take a raincheck for round two. Someone is demanding his dad’s attention.”
“He’s a lucky boy. He has two o’ them.”
He hums at me, and says, “One and a big brother?”
“Nae, two. Equals. We tackle this together as a couple.”
Tavish chuckles and wiggles out from under me. “Well, if you insist. Now, let’s go see what our son needs so I can claim that raincheck. We have three days to make up for.”
EPILOGUE
