“I don’t know, maybe in a couple of hours,” Winter answered, wondering why that would matter when all he wanted was to have his mate inside of him.
“Then I better make it count. Because I want you cumming as you scream my name.”
* * *
“You’re always sofull of yourself,” Winter said between his whimpers.
“I keep telling you that will be you.”
Creed claimed his mouth again as he kicked their bedroom door open. He set Winter down to his feet then stepped back and took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. He rested his hands on Winter’s hips and pulled him back in his arms, gazing into his eyes.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I was just trying to protect you,” Creed said, even though he’d said, he wasn’t ready to talk about the reason why they’d argued.
“I know, but I’m not so fragile that you need to keep me wrapped in a bubble, Creed. I can handle certain things. I admit that I’m jealous, and insecure of your relationship with Riley. And I might not agree with you all the time, but I am willing to listen.”
“Good.” He cupped Winter’s right cheek, brushing his thumb over his soft skin. “Listen when I tell you that you are the only man that I love. I was wrong for not telling you. And I know you don’t like him, but Riley said I should have spoken to you first.”
“I’m going to have to apologize to him,” Winter said, burying his face in Creed’s chest.
“Yes, I think he’d appreciate it.” Creed knew that Winter didn’t hate Riley. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” he said, lifting his mate’s head. “Let’s get to the love making.”
“Yes, let’s.”
Creed backed Winter up to the bed and lightly pushed him down. Winter sat on the bed and laid back, wrapping his legs around Creed’s waist, pulling him, causing him to fall forward, but stopped himself from falling on top of his mate because of his stomach.
“How is our little boy doing?” he asked reaching down, lifting Winter’s shirt, and caressed his stomach.
“Why are you so sure it’s a boy?”
“Because the Makami men only birth boys,” Creed said with a smile.
“You’re an idiot, but I love you anyway.” Winter leaned up and kissed him.
Creed cupped the back of his head deepening their kiss and then rolled them over, putting Winter on top of him. Winter leaned back and took his shirt off throwing it to the floor. Creed reached up and tweaked his sensitive nipple causing his sexy mate to gasp. Sitting up, he licked and bit on the other nipple Winter arched his back, pressing Creed’s face into his chest.
“Oh, Creed, I want you so bad.”
Creed usually loved hearing his man begging for his cock, but at that moment he wanted to taste him as much as he wanted to sink balls deep inside of his mate. Laying back down in the bed, he looked up into Winter’s face and the look of passion staring back at him.
“Ride my face,” Creed told him.
Winter didn’t object, he got off Creed, and the bed then took off his pants. Licking his lips, he rested one knee on the bed and lightly trailed his palms up Creed’s legs, stopping at the buttons of his pants. He unbuttoned them then leaned forward, kneading his face in Creed’s crotch.
“Shit, baby, don’t make me cum yet.”
Winter chuckled and heard the zipper of his slacks being pulled down. “Isn’t that what we are supposed to be doing?” he asked when he raised his head.
Creed moaned, lifting his hips as Winter pulled his pants off him. He crawled on top of Creed while positioning his legs on either side of his head. He felt dizzy from his mate’s enticing scent surrounding him. Creed licked his lips in anticipation of tasting his lover’s weeping cock.
“Is this what you want?” Winter asked rubbing the head of his cock on Creed’s lips.
Creed could only nod, feeling hypnotized as he opened his mouth to take Winter’s cock between his lips. Only to have Winter pull his prize away from him. Creed whimpered in frustration.
“Beg me for it,” Winter demanded smacking his cock against Creed’s mouth. He grabbed Creed’s hair and pulled his head back. The smirk on his lover’s lips was simply erotic. “Let me hear how much you want my cock inside of you.”
Creed’s hips bucked off the bed thinking of Winter fucking his mouth hard. “Please…please,” he chanted.
