“Nope…a dizzy spell can happen so fast there may not be enough time to sit down,” replied Mac. “And a fall could be dangerous for your pup. Think about it…what happens if you’re walking down the stairs and get dizzy? That kind of fall could terminate your pregnancy…do you want to risk that?”
“Of course not,” Dakota said, softly. “It’s just…”
Mac studied his cousin, looking for a clue that would explain Dakota’s reluctance to follow his orders. Remembering everything he’d learned about his cousin, it finally came to him in a flash. “Hey, I have an idea, why don’t I ask Mason to fill in for you in the kitchen for a couple of days. He’s not as good as you…please don’t tell him I said that…but we all survived. If your blood pressure returns to normal…and you don’t have any more dizzy spells…I’ll clear you to go back to work…with some restrictions.”
“Really?” Dakota asked, his face breaking into a smile.
“Yes, but you must promise me to stay in bed 24/7 for the next three days, only getting up to go to the bathroom. And make sure when you do to hold on or lean against something to steady yourself.”
“Deal,” Dakota said excitedly.
Mac turned when he heard the door open and saw Colton, bringing in a wheelchair, followed by Slate. “I’ve ordered Dakota to be on 24/7 bed rest for the next three days,” he said, “Don’t worry, Slate, the only thing I found is low blood pressure which is quite normal during pregnancy, but since he’s experiencing dizziness because of it, I want him to get some rest. Hopefully, that’ll solve the problem. After the ultrasound, come see me in myoffice and I’ll go over some dos and don’ts with both of you.” Leaving his patient in Colton’s capable hands, Mac headed for his office to make some calls.
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After checking on his brothers, Remy grasped Carson’s hand, leading him into their bedroom, closing the door behind them. Stopping, he turned to his mate, and crooned, “You are not to move.”
Carson gulped. His cock taking notice of the silky tone in his mate’s voice, grew hard, pressing against his zipper in an effort to break free. He’d never yielded control to any of his previous sexual partners, but then, they’d never asked. Whatever the reason, he was happy now it hadn’t happened; this would be a first he could give Remy.
“Close your eyes.” When his mate complied, Remy slowly circled Carson, giving him featherlight touches, smiling when he heard a whimper, a faint moan or a sharply inhaled breath. When he was facing his mate again, Remy leaned forward, lightly blowing into Carson’s ear, sending shockwaves of shivers through his mate. Before Carson could recover, Remy began unbuttoning his mate’s shirt, one button at a time, very slowly, until the last one was undone.
Lightly caressing his mate’s muscled chest, Remy grinned as he felt Carson’s erect nipples. Giving each a quick, rough twist, he relished the deep visceral moans it elicited from his mate. Removing his hands, he moved silently behind Carson, grasping his shirt, slowly sliding it down his arms until it finally floated to the floor.
Licking his lips at what he’d uncovered, Remy’s eyes slowly memorized the curves of his mate’s back, each muscle calling to him. His hands curled into fists in aneffort to keep them still even though his mind pushed him to touch. Forcefully palming the bulge in his pants, Remy willed his eager cock into submission. When control was finally reestablished, Remy stepped closer and blew light puffs of air on the back of Carson’s neck.
“Fuck!” Carson shouted, pumping his hips in search of some friction for his cock—his nerve endings were alive, demanding satisfaction.
Stopping immediately, Remy ordered, “Quiet! And no moving!”
“Sorry,” Carson murmured.
Resuming his efforts, Remy nipped Carson’s shoulder before running his tongue over each muscle, swirling it in each indentation, sucking his mate’s skin into his mouth, leaving a trail of hickeys before moving to Carson’s chest, continuing his exploration. Every sound he coaxed from his mate made him harder until he was forced to release his rigid cock from the confinement of his pants, ringing it at the base with his fingers in an effort to keep himself from climaxing.
When he finally fought back his need, Remy walked over to the wardrobe, selecting two ties. Returning to his mate, he growled, “Put your hands behind your back.” Pleased with how quickly Carson complied, Remy bound his mate’s wrists together with one tie, before blindfolding his mate’s eyes with the other. Grabbing his cock again, Remy tugged it slowly, watching Carson test the limits of his restraints. After his mate settled down and was still again, Remy moved quietly until he faced his mate. Giving a sharp nip to both of his mate’s stiff nipples, he then unsnapped Carson’s faded jeans, pulling them down over his gorgeous ass, finally freeing his mate’s leaking cock from solitary confinement.
Chapter 29
Sinking to his knees, Remy took Carson’s jeans along for the ride before helping his mate out of them. Sitting on his heels, he looked up, pleased to see his mate’s cock twitching in anticipation. “Feet apart.”
Carson groaned as he complied, his cock growing harder as he obeyed Remy’s commands. Licking his lips, he fought the urge to break free, which only fueled his need to attain heights he’d never previously scaled.
Smiling, Remy rewarded his compliant mate by licking his balls before running his tongue up the underside of his cock. Swirling his tongue around the turgid head he began to lap up copious drops of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Opening his mouth wide, Remy deep-throated his mate’s cock, groaning as it breached his throat. Keeping it there, he swallowed several times, massaging Carson’s cock with his throat muscles before drawing back.
Breathing erratically, Carson’s loss of sight, speech, and touch intensified the rest of his senses, amplifying everything his mate was doing. Fighting his body’s urge to move, his legs began to tremble when he heard the sucking noises of Remy’s blow job and his balls began to harden and draw tight against his body.
Pausing, Remy stood, gazing at his beautiful mate for a moment before saying, “Come, darling.” Guiding his mate over to their bed, he freed Carson’s hands but kept his eyes covered. Helping him onto the bed, Remy raised his mate’s hands over his head and bound them, this time tying them to one of the spindles in the headboard. Then stripping completely, he picked up one of the items he’d previously placed on the nightstand.
Beginning at Carson’s feet, Remy lightly dragged a large, peacock feather against his skin, skipping around so hismate never knew where the next touch would be. By the time he reached his mate’s nipples, Carson was whimpering and begging to be taken. Ignoring his mate’s pleas, Remy now used his tongue to mimic the path his feather had taken, making sure no other part of his body touched Carson.
After a last, tantalizing lick, Remy straightened up, gazing at his gibbering, writhing mate, frantic with need. Carson was everything he could ever want— responsive, sensitive to Remy’s touch and obedient?the perfect trifecta guaranteed to bring both of them to the height of pleasure. Remy climbed between his mate’s legs, grabbing for the lube on the nightstand, he popped the cap, coating his hands and cock liberally. Then, tossing it aside, he commanded, “Spread more.”
Gazing with delight at what was now revealed, Remy squeezed the base of his cock, forcing back his need to come, reluctant to release his jism until he was buried deep in his mate’s hole. Pressing against the bundle of nerves guarding the entrance, Remy watched as Carson thrust his hips into the air, seeking anything to help him come. Then sliding one finger into his mate’s pucker, Remy’s cock jumped at the tightness he found. He couldn’t wait until his cock was inside his mate’s tunnel, surrounded by its velvety heat.
“Please babe…I need you…please,” Carson moaned, his head tossing back and forth as his cock continued to leak droplets of crystal-clear pre-cum.
Transfixed by the urgency of his mate’s need, Remy savored the moment, returning to reality only when he heard Carson’s raspy moan as he began to fuck himself on Remy’s finger in his ass. Resuming his efforts, Remy began preparing his mate’s sweet pucker, realizing he never asked Carson if he’d bottomed before—anyway, itwas too late now. The only thing he could do to prevent discomfort for his mate was to make sure Carson was as open as he could make him.
Making sure to brush against Carson’s gland, Remy smiled as a wild, low growl echoed in the room, finding its way to him. When he was sure his mate was ready, he removed his fingers, then leaned over Carson, untied his hands and removed the blindfold. Remy wanted to see his mate’s reaction when they climaxed together—to lock onto his mate’s eyes when they both flew to the stars.
