He’d heard so many things about how to recognize one’s mate, but no one ever said what you should look out for when your mate was a male when you are expecting a female. The first thing he had to do was research gay sex, something he never thought he would have done before in his life. Duncan went to knock on Jordan’s room door once again but paused.
Why was Jordan sorry? He didn’t do anything wrong. I was the one that kissed him.
Deciding that he had already fucked up royally, Duncan made up his mind that he would talk to Jordan in the morning. Explain everything that was going on. They had been dancing around each other for weeks, him especially. He’d been so blind dealing with his own denial he hadn’t realize it was also affecting Jordan. It was time for them to set things straight, so to speak, between them.
Jordan got up the next morning. He’d slept terrible for the rest of the night. He stayed in bed a bit longer contemplating if he was doing the right thing. He was going to miss the twins and the house he had become so accustomed to. He and the kids had even started making small changes, adding things here or there, he doubted Duncan noticed. He got out of bed and got ready to do something he felt in his head was the right thing to do, but in his heart it felt so completely wrong. He made it downstairs and went into the kitchen.
The twins would be home sometime later. It would be best if he left before they came home and causing him to change his mind. He was going to miss them; they were just starting to come out of their shells since starting kindergarten.
Maddison was enrolled in gymnastics and classical dance, and Benjamin had just started playing soccer, he was starting to talk and associate with kids his own age. Both were starting to take on a separate personality. The sooner he left, the quicker they would forget him. Getting out of bed, he got dressed and went down to the kitchen. He would turn in his two weeks’ notice and move in with Bronx until he found another job and a new place to live.He heard movement in the hallway and knew that Duncan was up.It is now or never.Putting down his coffee cup, Jordan took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he walked to Duncan’s office. He knocked on the door and waited for his soon-to-be ex-boss to answer.
“Enter, Jordan.”
He was shocked when Duncan said his name. “How did you know it was me?”
“The kids aren’t home and even if they were, they wouldn’t knock, they would just barge in.”
“Oh,” was all Jordan said.
“So what’s up?”
“I wanted you to be the first to know before I told Benjamin and Maddison—”
“What are you sorry about?” Duncan asked cutting him off as he got up from around his desk. The confusion must have shown on his face because Duncan repeated his question. “Last night, when we kissed you pushed me away and said you were sorry. Why, why are you sorry?” Jordan bit on his bottom lip and looked away from Duncan. “Let me tell you what you shouldn’t be sorry for.” Duncan took Jordan by the chin to face him.
When did he get so close?Jordan could not think; his mind was muddled with Duncan standing so close to him.
Duncan leaned forward and rubbed their cheeks together. Slowly, he moved down Jordan’s neck and nuzzled and licked at his skin. Jordan craned his neck to the side, giving him easy access. A soft sound like a growl reached his ear but Jordan was not sure. Duncan was driving him crazy with desire.
“This is not what I came in here to do,” he whispered as he rested his hand on Duncan’s chest ready to push him away. Duncan was ready for him and grabbed his wrist lifting above Jordan’s head.
“Oh gods,” Jordan moaned, closing his eyes. He did not struggle, he loved being dominated in bed.
Duncan raised his head and quirked an eyebrow. “It seems you have a kink.” Jordan opened his eyes staring at Duncan. “Let’s explore and see what other kinks you like.”
“I came in here to give you my resignation letter,” Jordan stated just as Duncan went back to his neck.
“Denied,” he said before nibbling and sucking on Jordan’s flesh.
He was doomed. “You're straight, you don’t know what you’re doing,” Jordan said, trying to appeal to Duncan, to understand why they shouldn’t do this.
Duncan ground his hard cock into Jordan’s stomach, and he felt as if he was going to melt into a puddle of goo. “Does that feel like I want to be with a woman?” he asked rubbing his very interested arousal against Jordan. “Or that I don’t know what I’m doing?” He reached down with one of his hands and rubbed against Jordan’s hard cock. “I know exactly who you are.” He nibbled against Jordan’s neck. He kissed his way up from his neck to his chin and lastly, his lips claiming them as his. And just like the night before, Duncan took command of Jordan’s entire being.
Fuck, I’m in so much trouble.
He had no choice but to give in. What would happen after Duncan cleared his head? Will he be able to deal with it? He just wanted to enjoy the pleasure the other man was giving him. Duncan released his hands and instantly his arms wrapped around Duncan’s neck. The soft growling noise returned, and it turned Jordan on and brought forth his childhood imagination of being mated to a werewolf. Jordan would have chuckled, but the things Duncan’s hands and tongue were doing to his body, brought him back to the present.He didn’t want to, but Jordan slowly pulled his lips away from Duncan’s. He leaned his head on the door behind him. He kept his eyes closed, afraid to open them in case it was all in his imagination.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered.
“I thought we were kissing.” Duncan’s hands moved down to his hips and stayed there.
Jordan opened his eyes and looked at Duncan. “You know what I mean.” He put his hands on Duncan’s chest and tried to push Duncan away from him, but the other man wouldn’t budge. Even through his dress shirt, he could feel the heat coming from Duncan’s skin. He tried not to notice the hard muscles under his palms.
“No, I don’t,” Duncan answered. “I was up all night thinking about how soft your lips are, and how much I wanted to crawl in bed with you. How much I want to hold you while you fall asleep. Surround your every being with my scent so that everyone knows you’re mine and mine alone.”
“Duncan, you’re not gay.” Jordan gently pushed Duncan’s chest, that time the other man released him, and he was able to step away. Jordan sat down in the closest chair he could find, dropping his face in his hands. Everything that Duncan said sounded so good to Jordan, he wanted the same thing. To be Duncan’s and no one else’s.
“Jordan, look at me,” Duncan instructed. Jordan sighed and looked at Duncan, who was kneeling beside him. “Your assumption is true. I have never been attracted to another man before. Hell, you’re the first man I’ve ever kissed in my entire life. But what does love have to do with me being gay? Love has no gender, Jordan. You should know that by now.”
