Laughing, Steel stroked Jackson’s dick. “No, I haven’t, but I want wet sex so get up and let’s hit the shower.”
Jackson walked into the en-suitebathroom, starring at the shower—a massive array of body jets, multiple rain shower heads and—holy fuck—steam. It seems his mate didn’t do anything half way. “I can’t believe you have steam. Shit, I have to try that out,” exclaimed Jackson, hurrying over to the shower. “Oh, my gods, this shower is bigger than my whole bathroom at home.” He pulled Steel in, eager to try everything at once.
Steel turned on all the rain shower heads and grabbing the body wash, he pulled Jackson’s back against his chest, nestling his cock between Jackson’s cheeks. Then he began soaping up the chest muscles of his dream man. Slowly, ever so slowly, in never
ending circles Steel’s hands went over each part of Jackson’s body, washing away the sweat of their mating.
Leaning against Steel for support—because otherwise he was sure he’d fall—Jackson felt his mate’s soft caressinghands driving him mad with lust even though his cock hadn’t been touched. Needing friction, he reached down to grip his cock, stroking it with a tight fist. Steel knocked his hand away, growling, “Mine!” and wrapped his soapy fingers around Jackson’s cock, using it as a leash to pull him over to the shower’s back wall. “Spread your legs and place your hands on the wall. Do not move,” Steel commanded.
Hot Damn! Steel is going dominant on me. My favorite kind of lover!He moaned as Steel started pumping Jackson’s cock with just the right amount of pressure and the friction he so desperately needed. When he felt Steel’s, other hand grabs his balls, Jackson squeaked, rising up on his toes, feeling the fleeting pain morph into pleasure. His balls and cock were finally getting the attention he dreamed of. His rising need caused his body to heat and blood to boil.
“Oh please, I need… now…please,” wailed Jackson, his body shaking. He was perched at the edge of the cliff, needed only a little push to fall over and he wasn’t getting it. Jackson howled, his body now so hot, he no longer had coherent thought. A finger sliding into his hole propelled Jackson over the edge. Long, copious strings of cum painted the shower wall as he screamed wildly.
His orgasm finished, Jackson collapsed into Steel’s strong arms, exhausted, yet so filled with joy that he’d have this man forever.
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Jackson awoke alone in the bedroom where Steel carried him after their shower. He missed the warmth of his mate but then the smell of coffee sneaked up his nose. Looking around, he spied a steaming mug on the nightstand with a note leaning against it. Jackson read it as he sipped hiscoffee. “Mo chroí, I’m in the kitchen making you breakfast. Please join me, I miss you. Love, Steel.”
Jackson held the note to his heart, his love for his mate overflowing.His Steel… who was kind, thoughtful, considerate, and selfless all rolled up in the most delicious body he had ever seen.Jumping out of bed, eager to see his mate, he spied the sweatpants and t-shirt Steel left for him.Yeah, I hit the jackpot as far as mates go.
Dressing quickly, Jackson followed his nose, navigating through the house, zeroing in on Steel’s scent. After descending the stairs, he froze at the scene in front of him. Steel was dancing and singing to Rascal Flatts. Jackson laughed to himself so as not to disturb the performer; Steel was holding up a big spoon, using it as a microphone, and singing into it about being on a highway. Hips swaying, body twisting, head tossing, Steel was poetry in motion. Suddenly he saw Jackson and stopped, a faint pink blush appearing on his face. Smiling at his mate, he asked, “Ready for breakfast?” and turned off the music.
Laughing, Jackson replied, “Sure, but don’t I get to see the rest of the concert first?”
Steel was mesmerized by the beautiful sound of Jackson’s laughter. “Maybe later, but first I think food is in order for both of us.”
Smirking at the sound of his stomach growling, Jackson said, “Now that I think of it, that’s a very good idea.” Then, sniffing, he added, “Smells great, what did you make?”
“Pancakes, scrambled eggs, steak, bacon, sausages, toast, and fresh squeezed orange juice. Do you want anything else? Did I leave anything out?”
“Do you plan to feed an army?” Jackson joked, sitting at the island counter.
“Shut up and eat,” Steel grinned. “I might have gone a little overboard but I wasn’t sure how hungry you’d be this morning.”
Surprise showed on Jackson’s face. “You know, come to think of it, I really am starving. I have to give you full marks for knowing what I need before I even do.” Then, leaning over, he gave Steel a kiss; his tongue gently licking and thrusting into Steel’s mouth, then pulling back with Steel’s bottom lip between his teeth before he let go.
Steel watched Jackson dig into the food, relishing the thought he was providing for his mate and child. As he began to eat, he thought about how long he waited for his mate, sometimes becoming depressed because it was taking so long, but never giving up.
Now he was sitting with Jackson, eating breakfast and feeling good with the quietness, companionship, and the thought it would be that way for the rest of their very long lives. It still seemed unreal that after searching for over a hundred years, he’d finally found his mate at the side of a road and he smiled at his luck.
Jackson kept glancing at his mate; he would never tire of him. He admired Steel’s throat, itching to lick that Adam’s apple, bobbing as he swallowed his juice. Then Steel smiled and Jackson inhaled sharply at the sheer beauty of his face.I’m one lucky dude, and he could feel his body getting hot.
Jackson jumped out of his thoughts as Steel stood to put the leftovers away. “Are you finished?”
“Sure,” Jackson confirmed. Getting up, he quickly gathered the breakfast dishes, and took them over to thesink for a rinsing and then put them in the dishwasher. “This is a beautiful kitchen. Dakota would love cooking here.”
“He’s one of your brothers, right?” When Jackson nodded, Steel continued, “I take it he likes to cook?”
“He was studying to be a chef before our family was murdered. His training was put on hold when we went into hiding. He’s taken some on-line cooking courses, so hopefully that will make up for the loss somewhat,” answered Jackson, sadness washing over his face.
Steel’s heart hurt, realizing his mate was reliving the trauma of what happened to his family. He vowed it would be his mission in life to avenge the lives stolen from the Blackwood brothers. Steel moved over to Jackson and, hands on his hips, leaned in to give him a soft, gentle kiss, murmuring, “Maybe I can help him get back to cooking school. Let’s talk about what can be done.
Jackson nodded, “I also have some questions about our mating.” Steel entwined his fingers with his mate’s, leading Jackson to a black leather sofa in the great room. Jackson surveyed the room more thoroughly than before, noticing the mountain framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the giant fireplace into which a log, big enough to celebrate the Long Night Moon Festival would fit, and plenty of deep, comfortable furniture scattered around—just the right size for wolves. But he again noticed no books or photos, without which, the room exuded a cold and impersonal feeling.
When Jackson finished scanning the room, Steel asked, “What do you think? Do you like it?” and before Jackson could answer, he nervously added, “You can change anything you want,” and sat down next to his mate.
“I think the house is gorgeous, Steel, but before we go there, I want to ask about our mating.”
