Regardless of being an Alpha, Drew had a way of reminding Keon he was a friend, a man, and a m’weko before he was an Alpha. That was important to a man who already put too much responsibility upon his own shoulders. Milo would forever be grateful for the small ways Drew showed his affection.
Milo smiled, shaking his head at the ridiculousness that had entered his life. While he never thought he would keep secrets from his mate, Alpha or Beta, these were the best kind. A secret gift that would bring joy to Keon’s life, and remind him of people he loved and who loved him in return.
This must be what it meant to have a family.
*
Keon
SOMEHOW, THE BOOKclub barbecue became a boxing lesson. Haley had insisted on learning proper self-defence, and Isaac wanted to know moves to diffuse a volatile situation. Which resulted in Milo reminding Keon of his promise to teach him to fight.
While Haley changed into shorts and a cropped top, hair fixed into a high ponytail, Keon ran the boys through pre-exercise stretches. Angus, a kid from the book club, had stayed to help with the grill and was eager to join in. Keon placed a dining chair, a stool, and a set of water bottles at the rear door, in case Milo ran out of steam and needed rest.
“Seems we arrived in time,” Gale called, raising his hands. “I brought the herbal wine Jude’s dad makes.” He handed the bottle to Milo, offering a wrapped package to Keon. “And I brought you smokes.”
“You’re a life saver.” Keon set it aside for another time. After Milo put him through his paces.
Milo raised an eyebrow, clasped the safety belt of his wheelchair into place, and undid the brakes.Behave.
Why?Keon replied, loving the blush to his cheeks.You’re damned sexy in those shorts, mikha.He dragged a thumb against his tongue and bit the tip of a finger as he eyed Milo approvingly, reluctantly keeping his hands to himself.How about we let the guys take care of the kids after this, and I give you a tongue bath?
Milo’s lips twitched, and he pushed his wheelchair closer, tipping his head to hold eye contact.Can you keep quiet?he retaliated, head tilted like he was imagining it.
Letting his thumb drop, Keon bent and pressed his hands into the arms of Milo’s chair to kiss him. Soft, chaste, lingering longer than necessary. “I’m sure you can think of a solution,” he whispered, taking another kiss and reluctantly retreating.
Gale lit a cigarette and sat on the steps to watch. Jude whipped off his T-shirt to join in, already talking to Haley about how to adjust her stance while stretching.
“Lesson one,” Keon said loudly, rolling his shoulders to loosen them. He took a fighting stance, similar to how he’d fought Usher, feet apart, shoulders loose, elbows bent, hands in front of his chin. “In boxing, you do not fully extend your arm,” he explained, showing them a slow-motion punch. “This is how it should look,” he said, repeating the punch with two arms, one after the other, slow and steady. “If you extend fully, like this?” He showed them the wrong way, using his left hand to point to his level right arm, straightened rigidly. “?you risk permanent damage.
“Fighting isn’t about knowing the best moves, knowing your opponent, or reading every move they make. The key to fighting well and walking away at the end is knowing your body.” Keon glanced around to see they were paying attention. He clasped his hands and beamed at his oblivious students. “Today, we’ll find your hard limits. Push you until you’re sick with regret, can’t sweat another drop without fainting, and you can’t stand another second.”
The teenagers groaned, realising what they’d gotten themselves in for, while Gale enjoyed his smoke in comfort.
Don’t worry,Keon sent to Milo.I won’t tire you out. Gotta keep you in good shape for tonight.
Milo’s laughter cascaded through his head.Don’t worry about me. Remember, however hard you push me is how hard I’ll be fucking you when we get home.
Keon shivered and resisted the urge to climb onto his wheelchair and snog him senseless. Milo’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and he knew this would be fun.Promise?
*
MORNING CAME WITHaching limbs and a reminder they didn’tallache from boxing. Waking to the reminder would have been good enough, but Milo kissed him and Keon had a new distraction. One that whined, grasped, and clutched greedily. His ass twinged as he flipped Milo, meaning a repeat was unlikely.
He spent the morning pinning Milo to the bed, cock in his mouth to keep him quiet. He’d have agreed to frotting if Milo hadn’t asked to be fucked. He could never say no to Milo, so Keon spent the rest of mid-day teaching Milo the beauty of being fucked.
They separated, showered, dressed, and found themselves ravenous over a left-over meat platter at three in the afternoon. When he should be sitting on his sofa, greedily feeding on Milo’s…cock, mouth, ass…anything, he reluctantly climbed the steps of the podium in the village square.
I don’t know whether to congratulate or curse you, Milo said in his mind, sensibly using his wheelchair for the trip.
What for?Keon asked, as Weston called the gathered pack to order. Curious what he’d done wrong, and if it deserved a punishment or a prize. Either way was fine.
Milo snorted, covering his mouth to pretend to cough.You projected those thoughts to me,he explained, his tone caught between awe and disbelief.Thank the Mother we’re not linked to everyone else.
You never know; it could give them ideas.
Milo gave another irrepressible snort.Gross. I don’t care to know who gets off on your fantasies of me. I’d never be able to look anyone in the eye,he argued, though he couldn’t stop laughing. He tried to hide it, but Keon imagined half the pack were wondering what was funny.Besides, you’d have most of the pack ready to deck you.
When he snorted loudly, Keon couldn’t resist cupping Milo’s face and bending to kiss him. Meant to be a single, innocent kiss, it derailed when Milo moaned and the sound shot straight to his dick. Their tongues brushed and someone wolf-whistled. Milo broke away and snorted.
