by Faith Gibson
All the guys laughed, but the appreciation for someone looking out for his best interest was apparent on Travis’s face. “Travis has decided to stay in New Atlanta for a while. Look for a job,” Trevor said as he dribbled the ball. Matthew stole it from him and did a layup. “You sneak,” Trevor barked.
“You snooze, you lose.” Matthew danced around, dribbling through his legs until the ball bounced off and went rolling down the driveway.
“Serves you right,” Trevor called after him.
“Travis, since you’ve decided to stay, I have a message from Rafael. He wants to hire you.”
“He does? I don’t know anything about building large structures. I’ve only ever worked on houses.”
“If you can read one set of drawings, I’m sure they all look pretty much the same. He also said if you were interested in going back to school, he’d see to that as well.”
Travis was gaping, and Trevor chucked him under the chin. “Close your mouth, Bro, you’ll catch flies.”
“It’s too fricking cold for flies,” Matthew countered as he ran back up the driveway.
“Smartass,” Trevor joked. Jasper was so glad to see the camaraderie between his mate and the teen. Even though there was a bit of an age difference, they were good together.
“So, what do you think?” Jasper asked Travis.
Travis smiled. “I think I’d really like that. I can’t believe how nice everyone is.”
Matthew threw the ball to Trevor. “You’ll get used to it eventually. Sometimes I still wait on someone to yell at me just because I say the wrong thing. Years of being around an asshole are ingrained in my brain.”
“We already discussed him moving into my apartment, so it looks like it’s settled,” Trevor said throwing the ball back to Matthew. He walked closer to Jasper and leaned into his body. Jasper had been itching to grab his mate from the moment he got out of the car, but he didn’t want to rub their happiness in Travis’s face. He wrapped his arm around Trevor’s shoulder and kissed him on the temple. He’d wait until they were alone to give him a proper hello kiss.
“Boys, supper’s ready,” Abbi yelled out the side door.
“I guess we boys better get inside,” Matthew cackled. “Especially you, Jasper. How long’s it been since you were a boy?”
“I transitioned four hundred seventy-two years ago. About that long.”
“Damn, dude. You’re ancient.” Matthew took off for the house before Jasper could retaliate.
Travis laughed then said, “I’ll give you two a minute alone.” He slowly made his way into the house behind Matthew.
Trevor turned into Jasper’s arms and pulled his face down for a kiss. It was soft and full of love. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you, too.” He kissed his mate on the forehead and pulled him toward the back door. It wouldn’t do for him to walk in the house with a raging hard-on.
As soon as they were in the kitchen, Amelia was yelling, “Uncle Jas, when are you getting married?”
“October of next year. Why? You want to be the flower girl?” After Jasper made up his mind he was going to ask Trevor to be his husband, it didn’t take him long to plan the details in his head. They would marry in Ireland and honeymoon in Scotland. October of the following year was supposed to be prime viewing of the Aurora Borealis.
“I get to be a flower girl!” she yelled, running off to some other part of the house. She came running right back and asked, “Can I wear my tutu?”
Everyone laughed, and Jasper ruffled her curly black hair. “Whatever you want, sweet girl.”
“I get to wear my tutu!” she squealed, running off again.
Jasper ignored the stares everyone was giving him. He had just said he and Trevor were getting married, but he hadn’t asked his mate. He would. As soon as Theron was dead. “What’s for supper? It smells delicious,” he asked Abbi, taking the attention off the elephant in the room.
“Pork roast. Now, come on and fix your plates before it gets cold.”
There was a lot of food on the table, but Abbi was feeding two Gargoyles, two grown men, and a growing teenager, not to mention Amelia and herself. It warmed Jasper’s heart to be part of a family, even if they weren’t related by blood. Frey had adopted both Matthew and Amelia. Abbi was young. She was a year younger than Trevor, but the maternal instincts kicked in where all of them were concerned. The fates had blessed Frey with the perfect mate as well.
Chapter Thirty-Five
As much as Trevor wanted to be alone with Jasper, he was glad Travis was coming with them to pack up his apartment. It would not only get him out of Frey’s for a while, but also allow him to see where he and Molly were going to be living. In the five years he’d lived there, Travis had never visited. For some reason, Trevor always went to visit his brother.
Sixx and Dane were on their way with the moving truck. Even though Theron was out of the country, Jasper made Trevor and Travis stay in the Jeep until he searched the area outside the complex. When he felt it was safe, they all headed upstairs. Trevor punched in the code to his new security system and turned the alarm off.
Trevor stepped into the living area, taking a look around, trying to imagine seeing the place through Travis’s eyes. When Trevor saw it for the first time, it had been empty. He had been able to envision where he wanted everything. Since he was now able to see colors, it was as if he as seeing it for the first time all over again. “Are you going to bring your furniture, or do you want to keep mine?” he asked his brother who was taking in the room as well.
“I don’t know. Maybe keep your living room suite, but use my bed? I really like my mattress,” Travis said softly.
“Sure, whatever you want. I’m going to start in the bedroom. Jas, do you want to pack the books?”
“You trust me with them?” Jasper asked, bumping into his shoulder. That simple touch sent a pulse of need coursing through Trevor’s body. When he opened his mouth to tell Jasper not really, he couldn’t miss the lust he saw. Maybe bringing Travis along wasn’t such a good idea. Then again, Dane and Sixx would also be there, and he and Jasper couldn’t very well disappear for a quickie with Gargoyles in the next room. They could hear everything.
“Travis, will you please take the pictures down for me?” Trevor asked as a knock sounded on the door. Before he could answer it, Jasper was there, looking through the peephole. He unlocked the three deadbolts and opened the door to Sixx and Dane.
“What’s the plan?” Sixx asked.
“Travis is keeping the living room furniture. Everything else goes,” Trevor explained.
When Travis stood unmoving, Trevor nudged him. “No, that’s not Desmond Rothchild.”
“I was wondering. They look a lot alike, but Desmond is in his early twenties if I’m not mistaken,” Travis said.
“He’s twenty-three, to be exact. I’m his father,” Sixx explained. “I didn’t know he existed until Matthew brought it to my attention that I had a doppelgänger. When I saw his name, I knew he was my son.”
“Have you thought any more about what you’re going to do?” Jasper asked as he folded a box and put tape on it.
“Actually, I have. When this mess with Theron is done, I’m going to California. I need to talk to Desi’s mother before I spring my existence on him. I have no idea what Desirae has told him, and if he thinks I’m dead or just a deadbeat dad, I don’t want to ruin his concert by popping backstage and surprising him.”
“I hope it works out for you, Sixx. And I hope you’re back in time to go to the concert with us,” Jasper told the Goyle.
“Me, too. Now, where do you want Dane and me to start?” he asked.
With the five of them working together, it didn’t take too long to get everything packed up and on the moving truck. Trevor left anything Travis wanted since Jasper’s house was already furnished. It was after one in the morning when the last box was unloaded off the moving truck, and Dane and Sixx were headed home. Since they were close to Frey’s,
they dropped Travis off so Jasper and Trevor could begin unpacking.
Trevor stood with his hands on his hips, looking at all the boxes piled up in Jasper’s house. He didn’t realize he had so much stuff. The bookcases were already in place against the far wall of the living area. The space had been void of furniture, as if it were waiting specifically for Trevor to fill it with his stuff. His bedroom furniture was now in one of the spare bedrooms. The journals he had retrieved from Dante were the only items he was unsure where to put.
Jasper walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Trevor’s waist. “Welcome home, Baby.” Jasper nuzzled his nose against Trevor’s neck. Trevor tilted his head to the side giving Jasper plenty of room to do whatever it was he planned on doing. Trevor was already getting hard from Jasper’s mouth working against his skin. He had planned on unpacking his things, but his lover had other ideas.
Jasper gripped his throat in one hand while his other worked its way underneath Trevor’s shirt. His mouth never stopped kissing and sucking at the skin of his neck and shoulder. Behind his ear. His earlobe. The hand that was under his shirt found a nipple, his fingers tweaking the already hard point. When Jasper wedged his hard cock between Trevor’s cheeks, his own dick filled out even more with the tip leaking.
“Jas…”
Instead of responding, Jasper moved his hand down the planes of Trevor’s abs until he got to the button of his jeans. The pressure on Trevor’s throat increased as Jasper released Trevor’s erection from the confines of his pants. Trevor reached his arms behind Jasper, pulling at his ass, bringing their bodies closer still. When Jasper gripped Trevor’s cock and ran his thumb through the slit, Trevor’s knees came close to buckling. A whimper left his throat, but he couldn’t help how it sounded. His lover already knew how to touch him. The assault on his neck alone was enough to bring him to orgasm. Jasper must have sensed he was ready to blow, because he stopped what he was doing and picked Trevor up like a bride being carried over the threshold and took him upstairs to the bedroom.
In this position, the intensity in Jasper’s eyes was not to be missed. They were no longer the bright blue he was still getting used to. They were darker. Trevor had read of the seas turning dark during a storm. He imagined Jasper’s eyes were the same, and he was ready for the storm his lover was going to unleash on him in the bedroom. He wanted Jasper to let loose of his beast, give it free rein whenever they were alone together. Thinking about it caused his prick to pulse in anticipation. Before Jasper placed him on his feet, he curled Trevor’s body up and slid his cock down his throat. Trevor threw his head back, enjoying the fact his man was strong enough to do something so erotic. After a couple of pulls, Jasper put him down and said, “Clothes. Now.”
Trevor removed his clothes while Jasper took his off. As much as he wanted Jasper to take him, he needed to taste his Gargoyle more. He dropped to his knees, Jasper’s beautiful erection eye level. He didn’t hesitate to take it in his mouth. Trevor grabbed Jasper’s muscular thighs, reveling in the feel of all that power underneath his fingertips. Jasper’s cock was a steel rod encased in soft velvet. His thighs were as hard as his erection, but covered in soft, furry skin. The growls emanating from Jasper’s throat were music to his ears. The slight pain of Jasper pulling his hair sent shivers down his spine. It was almost sensory overload, and Trevor was on a high that no drug could equal.
He worked Jasper’s cock like he was feasting on his last meal. Trevor slid his hands up Jasper’s legs, around to the round globes of his ass cheeks. He was curious about rimming Jasper. How would he taste? Would he like it? Would Jasper like it? Trevor pulled off Jasper’s cock and licked at his ball sack while pulling his cheeks apart. He was ready to do some exploring. He looked up at Jasper and ordered, “Turn around.”
Something flashed in Jasper’s eyes, but he did as Trevor told him. Neither one of them was vocal when they were in the bedroom, other than grunts and moans, but he wanted Jasper open to him. “Bend over the bed for me.” Jasper obeyed and spread his legs farther apart. Trevor placed kisses on Jasper’s ass before taking small bites. Using his thumbs, he separated Jasper’s cheeks so he could get a good look at his pucker. Using the flat of his tongue, he licked his way from Jasper’s balls. Jasper moaned softly. Trevor did the same thing again, only this time when he got to Jasper’s hole, he pointed his tongue and breached the tight entrance.
Jasper’s scent was heady, musky, and oh so enticing. He delved his tongue into his partner, in and out, until Jasper growled out, “Trevor…”
Trevor removed his tongue, replacing it with his finger so he could tease Jasper’s prostate. He knew he was poking the bear, or the beast, but he wanted Jasper to feel how good it was. As soon as he hit the spot, Jasper growled louder. “Trev, fuck me. I need you inside me.” Yep, he’d poked the beast. He removed his finger and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. He applied a generous amount to his cock before coating Jasper’s hole. He needed to get Jasper ready to take him, but Jasper instructed, “No, no fingers. I need to feel your cock buried deep inside me now. Just do it.”
Trevor did as Jasper ordered, though he did try to enter as easily as he could. As soon as his cockhead breached the first ring, Jasper pushed back, impaling himself. “Baby, I need it hard. Fast. I want you to let loose, Trev. Show me what you got.”
Trevor was surprised at Jasper’s words. He had hoped Jasper would eventually want to get a little rough, but knowing his past with Theron, he thought it would take a lot longer for him to trust Trevor. His heart swelled knowing Jasper already trusted him enough with his body to take what he wanted. Give Jasper what he needed. Trevor pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. He stopped, waiting for Jasper’s reaction. “Yeah, that’s it. Just like that.” Trevor did it again, this time with a little more force. With each thrust into Jasper’s hot body, his lover moaned and growled simultaneously. Trevor felt the vibrations running through Jasper’s chest. Trevor grabbed on to Jasper and gave him what he asked for. He wanted to jack Jasper off, but he couldn’t let go of his hips. He would blow him afterwards.
“Fuck, Jas, I’m gonna blow. I can’t… keep…” His orgasm hit him hard. Trevor shouted Jasper’s name as he pounded his ass through each spurt of release. With the final spasm, he fell onto Jasper’s back, trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry.” He had gotten carried away, and he had probably ruined things with Jasper.
“Trev, stand up,” Jasper ordered.
Oh, shit. He had pissed Jasper off, and he was probably going to ask him to move back out. He stood up, and pulled his now spent dick out of Jasper’s body.
Jasper rose from the bed and turned. Instead of a look of anger, Jasper’s face was filled with one of bliss. “What in the gods’ names are you sorry about? You gave me exactly what I wanted. What I needed. Baby, that was perfect.”
“Oh. I thought maybe I was too rough.” He searched Jasper’s eyes for the truth, and there it was, shining brightly in his back to blue orbs.
Jasper framed Trevor’s face in his hands and kissed him. The kiss was filled with so much love that it overwhelmed Trevor. Tears pricked the backs of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. When Jasper broke the kiss, he said, “Hang on a minute.” He rummaged around in the pocket of his jeans before returning to Trevor. Jasper, buck ass naked, got down on one knee and grabbed Trevor’s hands in his. When Amelia asked Jasper when they were getting married, Jasper had immediately said next October. He thought Jasper was joking, just appeasing the curiosity of a little girl. But his lover was on bended knee in front of him. Trevor couldn’t breathe.
“I was going to wait, but after what you just gave me, I can’t. Trevor, I’ve spent the last two hundred years afraid. Afraid to open up to anyone for fear of getting hurt. Emotionally and physically. Afraid I was going to spend my long life alone and lonely. Now I have you, the perfect mate. Being a Gargoyle, the mate bond is all that’s needed for our kind. But I want more. I want it all with you. I want you to be my husband. I w
ant the world to know what you mean to me. Trevor, will you marry me?”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Even though he stopped at the jewelry store earlier that day, Jasper had planned on waiting to ask Trevor to marry him. He sure didn’t plan on being naked with jizz running down his legs when he proposed, but he couldn’t wait. Trevor had given him the best present ever when he took over his body forcefully without hurting him. He showed Jasper what it meant to be with someone who loved him. Trevor surprised him when he took control and told him to turn around. For a brief moment, Jasper had actually been scared. Then his beast reminded him this was Trevor, their mate. He wouldn’t hurt them. Trevor had put aside his own insecurities to make Jasper feel good. Giving a blowjob was one thing, but a rim job was on an entirely different level.
Jasper’s body wanted to explode while his heart was rejoicing. He knew then that Trevor was the perfect mate. He would make Jasper feel good while taking control. Now, here he was, naked in both body and soul. When he saw the tears in Trevor’s eyes, he was afraid his mate was going to say no, but he should have known better. Should have had more faith in Trevor.
Trevor got down on his knees in front of Jasper so they were on an even level. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Jasper slid the titanium ring on Trevor’s finger and kissed his knuckles. “This ring is temporary. I have something special in mind for our permanent bands, but they will take a while to be crafted. Until then, please wear this as a symbol of my love for you. My commitment to our lives together.”
“I’d be honored,” Trevor said before launching himself at Jasper. Jasper caught him and rolled their bodies to the floor. He kissed his mate, and almost immediately his cock was ready to go again. He had shot his load onto the bed when Trevor came inside him. When they broke the kiss, Trevor asked, “Why October?”
Jasper pulled him to his feet and kissed his nose, his forehead, and his cheek where a dimple was hiding. He didn’t want to talk now, but he would answer Trevor’s question. “Because that’s when the Northern Lights will be in full view in Scotland,” he said as he went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. Once he cleaned himself, he returned and gently wiped Trevor’s cock. As he cleaned the half-hard shaft, it began coming back to life.
