“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, my hand pressing against the mirror while I moan. I’m not sure how much more I can take of this. It feels so fucking good. Jackson squeezes the base of my cock like he’s planning on keeping me from coming as he drives deeper inside of me. His thrusts become quicker while he approaches his peak before coming. Only then does he release my cock as he twists me around, pressing my ass against the mirror. He drops down in front of me and takes my cock in his mouth while his hand slides between my legs, fingers pushing inside my hole filled with his come.
I groan, my hands digging into his hair as his head bobs on me. I’m so close that the heat of his mouth and the rhythm of him moving over me send me over the edge. He pulls off my cock while he looks up at me, and I realize that handsome face really is much better to look at than the Sasquatch head.
“I love you,” I tell him.
He stands up and pulls me into an embrace. “I love you too.”
I draw him close, gripping him tightly, and love every moment of it.
TWENTY-NINE
JACKSON
“So… like… can we still go to that skydiving place after you, uh… brawled a murderer in it?” Waylon asks as I pull into the parking lot of the zoo.
“It should reopen sometime soon,” I say.
“I’m just bummed that Colby never tried getting in the wind tunnel. It would have been my dream to fuck him up in there,” Leland mutters. “My new dream is to show off how much better my child is than all of the other children at the zoo.”
Waylon sighs. “I feel like I have this weight on my shoulders and it’s such a strange weight.”
As soon as I shut the car off, I look back at him. “Waylon… you could punch an old lady and Leland would still think you’re magical. Really, you don’t have to try too hard.”
“I’d help you,” Leland assures Waylon.
“We’re not punching any old ladies,” he says as he sets his bag with his Steam Deck to the side. I notice that the cat Tavish crocheted him is attached to it. Leland told me that he had momentarily considered learning to craft himself out of jealousy over how cute Waylon found it. Then he decided that unless hecould stab someone with one of the hooks, he was no longer interested.
I really think it’s for the best. I don’t see Leland having the patience to crochet.
“I bet Void really misses me,” Waylon says, since dragging him away from his cat that he’s finally named has not been the easiest of tasks. The name came about when Leland teased him that all he does is stare into the void and refuses to look at his fence in the same way.
And it stuck… for some reason.
All three of us get out and head toward the front of the zoo while Waylon stares at it.
“I’ve never been to a zoo,” he mutters.
“I hadn’t either until Jackson took me to one,” Leland admits.
“You seem to like animals, and they have a lot of really good conservation exhibits here,” I say. “Leland’s idea was paragliding off a cliff.”
Leland slowly looks over at me like I’m being the traitorous one for some reason. It was his idea until he decided it was far too risky and unsafe for his new child.
Waylon’s head snaps over to us. “No. Please. I’m putting this out here now. It’s a no,” he says before he seems to pick up the pace a bit, making it quite clear that he’s very excited to go inside.
I notice Leland does too, and I’m left in the dust while the two of them hurry toward it. I swear they love to act like they’re indifferent about things like this and then when faced with them, they’re all in. I wonder if they realize how stubborn they both are?
I rush to catch up before they can enter the gate and leave me behind, seeing as Leland has the tickets on his phone.
“Husband, your speed of walking is quite pitiful,” Leland comments.
“The animals aren’t going anywhere,” I say as we pass through the gate and Leland grabs a map. He opens it and then jabs a finger at something. “Cheetah run in ten minutes. Let’s go.”
“Leland, it’s all the way on the other side of the zoo… and he’s gone.”
Waylon laughs and hurries to catch up with him, and there I am doing some kind of speed walk thing to reach the other end of the zoo without being yelled at by security.
Somehow, we reach it just as it’s starting, and Leland shuffles through the crowd to find some seats which we barely manage to squeeze onto. I’m positive the spot is only enough for one ass, but here we are cramming three on it.
