“Caitlin?!” I mouth at Cato, who has frozen with his fork hovering in front of his face. “Your name isCaitlin?!”
“Okay,Garfield,” he snips out loud.
I stifle my laugh as the woman glances over at him in question, but her face is full of motherly affection.
“That monster is a plague on this planet,” she says as she grabs another plate from the cabinet. “He would’ve destroyed your mate if he’d held him too long.”
“That he would’ve,” I agree. “Thank you for the hospitality. We’ll only stay until we come up with a plan. If they start home searches…”
“They won’t find you here.” She gestures at the last seat at the table, inviting me to eat.
I shake my head, though my stomach wails in protest. “I have another favor to ask, if it’s something you can help me with.”
She nods, curiosity sparking in her eyes.
My gaze drifts down the hallway to the closed door where Xeni rests. “I don’t want him to put his uniform back on. It only brings bad memories, and they know he was wearing it.”
The woman tilts her head toward the bedroom we’re sharing. “My wife was quite tall, though a bit thicker than him.” A nostalgic smile spreads over her face as she gets lost in a memory, but she quickly focuses again. “There are things in the dresser that should fit him.”
“I couldn’t ask that of you,” I say.
“Trust me,” she responds as she shakes her head. “She would want your mate to have them.”
She turns back to the stove, flipping another pancake as a fresh wave of cinnamon hits the air. “Your plates will be ready in a few minutes, and they’re better when they’re hot.”
It's an indirect instruction to hurry, so I return to our room with a chuckle. Xeni is still sprawled over the covers, his breath growing heavier as sleep pulls him deeper.
“Nuh uh,” I scold as I walk to his side and lean down to kiss him. “Lazy bones. It’s time to get up and get moving.”
His answering whimper is downright scandalous. He grabs my wrist and guides it lower, where his cock rests on his hip.
I scoff, even as I tease him with my fingertips. “Our food will be ready in five minutes, princess.”
“It’ll only take me two,” he promises. “It’s been so long.”
“It’s been exactly eight minutes,” I argue.
His bottom lip pushes out as he flexes his hips, and I huff a laugh as I kneel beside the bed.
I have never been able to deny him.
“Needy thing,” I murmur as I grab his thighs and twist him toward me, spreading his knees as his cock stands hard between us. My lips close around his tip, and he arches his spine as his fingers fist the sheets. I suck him down as he moans louder.
I tap his thigh as I pull back. “You’ve gotta be quiet. Everyone’s awake.”
“Quietandfast?” he complains.
I draw him in again, and his hand snaps to his face to cover his mouth. The muscles in his stomach tighten, and his thighs flex under my palms as he rocks his hips up, but I move my hands to his hipbones and hold him in place.
More muffled sounds leave him, whines and whimpers caught by the heel of his palm. I suck all the way down, until his cock is lodged in my throat and my nose is pressed against his skin.
He tries to thrust, but I pin him as I slide back to the tip, and when I glance up, I find him propped on his elbows watching with his lips parted. I grin at him and stick my tongue out to let a bead of spit drip down onto his cock, and he gasps before biting at his lip. He tenses as I suck my way back down, his thighs quivering in the telltale signs that he’s close.
So fucking sensitive.
“Bash,” he moans, too loud to stay contained to this room, but we’re too deep in it for me to care anymore.
The blowjob turns sloppy, with fast bobs of my head and strands of spit stretching between us. His head snaps back, and the next time I wedge him into my throat he comes on a gasp. The base of his cock pulses against my lips as I suck harder, and cum floods the back of my throat.
