“Well, go find your rooms,” commanded Steel.
Watching his brothers excitedly tease each other about who was next to whom, Jackson laughed as a mass of bodies rushed by them in a mad dash to see who got to their bedroom first. Steel’s parents followed more slowly. Chuckling at the antics of his brothers as they raced to be first to claim their room, he said to Steel, “My brothers will never change when it comes tocompetitiveness—I think it’s ingrained in their DNA somehow.”
Steel sat down on the coffee table, giving his mate a sip of water, then cleaned his face with the wet cloth. His hand reached out to hold Jackson’s while his eyes focused with love on his mate. “I was scared,mo chroí, when you threw up and were in pain—so scared that something was wrong with you and our pup.”
“I’m sorry,” said Jackson. “I should have told you I was feeling sick at breakfast, but then it went away and I really didn’t want to worry you on a day when you had so many other worries.”
“I understand, but I’m going to insist from now on you let me be the judge of what I want to worry about.”
“Promise,” vowed Jackson.
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It had been a couple of days since Jackson vomited and he soon learned that his morning sickness came like clockwork at lunchtime every day. Steel had taken to stuffing him with food at dinner, hoping he’d have enough to last him until the next evening. Other than that, and an over-abundance of concern by his mate about every move he made, Jackson was feeling better except for being tired, probably the aftermath of the move and making a decision about what to do about the Silver Point Pack’s actions.
Today the moving van would arrive and Jackson was looking forward to having his things once more in place around him. Steel made him promise not to unpack anything; all he had to do was to tell Steel where to put the items in the boxes. He could certainly get used to this pampering being heaped on him. Rolling over, he studied his mate while he was sleeping and could not resistlicking the side of his beautiful jaw. Steel stirred, opened one eye, blurrily saw his mate and bestowed on Jackson the most beautiful just-awake smile Jackson had ever seen. Licking his mate’s lips and pushing in a little, Jackson was trying to make Steel open his mouth so he could thrust his tongue in to scoop up his essence.
Steel rolled over onto his back, dragging Jackson on top of him. Opening his mouth, he sucked Jackson’s tongue inside his mouth, and ran his hands over his mate’s body, touching every special spot he knew would cause arousal in his mate. Jackson was moaning as his excitement grew, humping Steel’s cock. Steel, in turn, reached down between their bodies for Jackson’s cock, stroking it while giving occasional twists below the tip.
Steel could feel the need and passion grow in his mate as he sped up, sucking Jackson’s tongue and matching it to the speed of his hand. Reaching down between Jackson’s cheeks, he ran his fingertip over the puckered skin of his mate’s hole before pushing in to find his special gland. Then, Jackson’s body stiffened, yelling Steel’s name as his cock exploded, cum gushing over Steel’s hand and onto his stomach.
Steel gently rolled Jackson on his back, grabbing his t-shirt from the floor to clean them off. Then, lying next to Jackson, Steel’s hand gravitated to his mate’s belly, covering it as to protect the growing pup from harm. “You know, I think your belly has a slight rise to it,” murmured Steel, rubbing it gently.
“You think?” Jackson asked, his hand moving down to rest on Steel’s.
“Yup, and I can’t wait to see your belly big and round with our pup,” whispered Steel.
“Yeah, well, I remember how often my mother’s back ached during the last months of her pregnancies, so I’m not sure I’m eager for that,” grumbled Jackson.
“Ahh,mo chroí, I promise to give you a backrub anytime—in addition to something else to make you smile,” crooned Steel, nuzzling Jackson’s neck.
“Oh, and what would that something be?” asked Jackson, coyly.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. Something for you to look forward to,” his mate chuckled. Just then they heard someone knocking on their bedroom door. “Yeah, who is it?” yelled Steel.
“Logan. The moving truck has arrived. Are you coming down or do you want me to handle it?”
Steel looked at Jackson who nodded and then yelled back, “We’ll be down in a few minutes, but go ahead and start, Logan.”
They heard Logan walk down the hall and Steel broke up laughing. “I’ll bet he was unanimously elected to come up here to deliver the news about the truck.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Well, honey, I’m sure they all heard you come and I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be the one disturbing the good time some guys were having,” chuckled Steel.
Jackson’s cheeks heated; he was so out of it when he came, he never even grasped that his brothers and—oh shit—that Steel’s parents also heard him. Turning and burying his head in Steel’s neck, he mumbled he was never going to show his face downstairs again. Steel laughed, pulling Jackson into a hug before getting out of bed. “Come on, get up or I’ll send your brothers up herewith your boxes and you can explain why you’re still in bed.”
“That’s just downright mean,” Jackson pouted, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
Steel called after him, “Well, a person’s just got to do what a person’s got to do.”
Turning, Jackson stuck out his tongue, before scurrying into the bathroom.
Chuckling and following his mate, Steel said, “If you need something to do with that tongue, I know just the thing.”
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The Silver Point Alpha picked up his phone after checking his caller ID, snarling, “You better have good news for me. I got the High Council breathing down my neck.”
