“How could you tell?”
Chortling, Slate said, “My gaydar…and the fact they were checking out my ass.”
Jackson giggled. “I’ve always said you’ve got the finest ass in the world.”
“No babe, that title belongs to you.”
“To both of us, then!” Jackson said, grinning. “C’mon, finish the story…you found out they were gay so how did that translate into you owning a series of gay clubs?”
“That’s easy. When I talked to the shifters who came to see me, I found most had migrated to cities because they could be killed if they trespassed on a pack’s land…even if it was by mistake. Living in cities allowed them to pick up odd jobs.”
“What kinds of jobs?” asked Jackson.
“That was my question, too,” said Steel. “It came out they’d sell themselves for sex to other gay shifters who were residents or visitors. This led me to believe there were a whole hell of a lot of gay shifters who wanted sex but were still in the closet, afraid to come out because of the prejudice they’d face.”
“So you decided to open a den of iniquity,” laughed Jackson.
“Funny, funny,” said Slate. “That’s not the point at all. I thought that a gathering place for gays, where they could be free to be themselves, even if it was only for a night, would be a good thing, so I built the first one in Paris, as a pilot project, and hired and trained homeless shifters to work there.”
“Obviously,” said Jackson, “it must have been a success if you have all those others around the world.”
“The financials are great,” Steel said. “I reinvest most of the profits into building an apartment complex in eachcity where we’re located so shifters we employ can have a decent place to live at a rent they can afford.”
Jackson loved his mate but never more than he did in that moment when he saw how deep and wide Steel’s heart was. Throwing himself into his mate’s arms, he whispered, “Babe, you are amazing! Our son is so lucky to have you as a father.” Then because he was so close to his mate’s ear lobe, Jackson started nibbling on it, bestowing tiny kisses at the same time.
Turning his head, Steel’s lips found the ones causing him such sweet torment. Catching Jackson’s lower lip with his teeth, he gave it a quick hard bite before licking it to soothe the pain. Then his lips gently descended to Jackson’s full, cocksucking red lips, loving the plump softness at first, then pressing harder, eager to taste his mate. Steel thrust his tongue in, rubbing against Jackson’s as the two dueled for dominance. Reaching down to palm Jackson’s hard cock, Steel’s moan was swallowed by his mate as Steel’s tongue finally gave up control to Jackson.
He had to stop or his mate would find himself bent over the desk with his cock in Jackson’s ass. Slowly moving back from his mate’s puffy lips, Steel gave Jackson’s lower lip one last nibble before letting go. His mate’s whimpers skated along his skin, raising bumps as they fueled Steel’s desire. Leaning his forehead against Jackson’s, Steel crooned, “Later babe, I promise. My mother will be here shortly as well as my brother and Dakota and trust me, what I want to do to you should be done in private. Now did you want to call Logan?”
Trying to rein in his desire, Jackson took several deep breaths, before nodding. Picking up his phone, he called Logan.
“Hello?”
Jackson held the phone away from his ear so Steel could hear the heavy beat of the music in the background. Then moving it back to his ear, he said, “Hi Logan, got a minute?”
“I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“Babe, hang up and send a text telling him someone will show him to an office where he’ll be able to hear.”
While Jackson was doing that, Steel sent a text to his manager, explaining what he wanted done. Within five minutes, a text came through confirming Logan was now in the manager’s office. “Go ahead and try Logan now, babe.”
Hitting the number again, it was a moment before he heard his brother’s voice say, “Jackson, is everything all right?”
“Hey, yup everything is okay. I just wanted to ask your opinion on something. Got a minute?”
“Sure, Kieran, Theo and Norman are helping Fionn shop. So go ahead.”
“Today I got an email from our cousins on our mother’s side and they want to visit.”
“Wow…shit, I haven’t seen them since…what were we four or five?”
“Five. So, what do you think? Should I give them permission?”
“How did they find us?”
Jackson smiled, knowing his twin was suspicious just as he was. “Supposedly through the High Council. Do you remember our parents talking about them?”
“No, but then we were so young, even if they did, we wouldn’t have paid any attention. Have you asked Cody if he remembers them?”
