Johnny’s eyes were dark as he held another piece of coconut sponge up to Taylor’s lips. “Eat.”
“Hey, you know maybe…maybewe should just go back to bed for a bit? Put a film on and?—”
“Eat.”
Taylor sighed, leaning back in the kitchen chair and opening his mouth to let Johnny place another piece of cake on his tongue. It was followed by an energy drink bottle prodding his chin.
It was nearly lunchtime and they’d stopped fucking over an hour ago, but in that time Johnny seemed to be making it his mission to hand-feed Taylor every scrap of food in their fridge.
Taylor got it, he understood the impulsive need to look after a mate, butdamnif he didn’t look six months pregnant with a food baby already.
“You barely ate at the restaurant,” Johnny said, leaning over to dab Taylor’s mouth with a tea towel. “And you’ve had no breakfast.”
Taylor ran his hands up and down Johnny’s bare thighs, fingertips catching in the hem of his navy boxers. “I know, but this isn’t—” He gestured between them. “This isn’t triggering my eating thing. I feel good, JP. Tired,soreand like I just want to climb into bed and cuddle, but I know you don’t like cuddling so…”
Johnny narrowed his eyes, looking unnecessarily suspicious considering he’d just knotted Taylor five times in a row. The guy’s rut was actually insane.
“I like cuddling,” Johnny said, sliding his thumb into Taylor’s mouth and running it across his tongue as though checking he’d swallowed the food.
Taylor raised an eyebrow, biting his knuckle before pushing it back out again. “No, you don’t. You always complain I’m too hot, or move too much, or snore, whenyou’rethe one who talks in your sleep.”
Johnny silenced him by leaning down to bite his lip. He gripped Taylor’s chin, rubbing a finger through his short beard. “I only said that so you wouldn’t notice my scent spike.”
A lazy grin melted across Taylor’s lips. “Oh yeah? So you’re saying cuddles are on the table?”
“On the table, in the car, shower, bed, sofa. Wherever you want them, Tay.”
“What about the pack house?”
Johnny let out a breath, sinking back into the chair opposite. Tapping his chin, he looked out of the window, and for one horrible moment Taylor’s self-doubt kicked up to twenty and he had visions of Johnny saying he wanted to keep the relationship a secret from the girls and Marty.
“Yeah,” Johnny said, turning his gaze back to Taylor. “Yeah, it’s time. Besides, we can’t exactly hide our bites, can we?”
Taylor rubbed his neck, pressing the tips of his fingers into the messy claim mark.
Then his face dropped.
“Oh God,” he said, lips peeling back as he cringed. “Maman and Papa are gonna know that we… you know.”
“Tay, I think that ship has already sailed.”
“Yeah, but it’s like at a wedding when youknowthe bride and groom are gonna be fucking later that night. It’s kinda awkward. They’re gonna know?—”
“Yes. Yes, they’ll know, but I don’t think they’ll be imagining it, do you?”
“I hope not, because I think I might fucking die if they ever find out I let you eat come out of my?—”
“Nope. They’re never finding out about that.”
Taylor laughed, and he could swear Johnny was actually blushing under all that dark skin. “So what’re we gonna tell the kids?”
Johnny let out a long breath, a soft smile spreading across his face. “The truth. Minus the fucking. And then we’re taking them out on a nice long run so no one has a chance to make it awkward.”
CHAPTER 31
MATES
Johnny
