How could he have been right under my nose this whole time? It didn’t make sense. I’d been waiting all this time and he was right there waiting for me. And he’d been teaching Emery. How many opportunities had we missed? How many days had passed us by? It was horrible. And my whole body ached with the hurt of it.
That wasn’t it though. I’d never felt like this before, never had a heat quite like it, the sweat pouring across my body, the adrenaline firing through every single limb, every single muscle. I could hardly catch my breath.
I sat staring at the screen, at the cursor blinking, waiting for me to do something. But I couldn’t. Jarrett had filled my head with so many questions, so many thoughts, that I could barely function. How was I supposed to get out of this? Was I supposed to just never see him again, never go anywhere near the school? How would I even begin to manage that? How would I even stop myself from wanting to go there, from wanting to be near him when that was all I wanted right now?
I shook my head and opened up the IM on my computer, starting a chat with my publisher. I couldn’t work like this, not today. I only hoped he would understand.
Hello Jim, sorry to message you out of the blue like this. I know you were expecting the latest draft of the new freeLucas book but I have had a pretty huge family issue come up. I’m so sorry to do this to you. I’ll just need a couple more days, if that’s okay.Do let me know.
All best,
Brent
I hated doing this to Jim. We’d been working together for the past eight years, me editing pieces for him and now me writing the freeLucas series on a freelance basis. They were a pretty popular series of YA novels and they were giving us both a steady income, so I was thankful to have them. But today i just needed a bit of a break. I needed to get my head around all of this and figure out what the hell I was going to do about it.
Sometimes I hated that so many of my friends had moved away from here after college, and the ones that were still here I hardly had time to see anyway. I just needed someone who could tell me what to do, how to act in all of this. The last thing I wanted was to lose out on Jarrett all over again, but I didn’t know what he wanted either. I needed a lie down.
I left my computer on in case Jim messaged back and got myself dressed. I took my time, trying not to think about Jarrett but somehow unable to stop myself. What was going to happen to me? What was going to happen to Emery? She was who concerned me most. She was the main thing I needed to consider in this, not what was going to happen or not happen between me and Jarrett. She needed to be happy and safe. I didn’t want to cause such upheaval in her life by telling her something like this when I didn’t even have a plan yet.
Jarrett was so worried about her, which was only natural as her teacher, but how was he going to be now that he knew she was his daughter? Surely if the school found out then either he would lose his job or Emery would have to be removed. Maybe I should just preempt it and take her out, send her somewhere else. Maybe I should move us altogether. We’d spent the last eight years without each other, what would be the harm?
An hour or so later, I left the house and went to pick Emery up from the bus stop. The big yellow bus pulled in and I felt my chest go all tight again, that feeling of panic that seemed to be attacking me in waves, taking over me like nothing else. I hated this so very much.
She barreled off the bus and threw herself into my arms, certainly an unusual greeting from Emery, but one I appreciated. Maybe she sensed that I was feeling a little fragile. She seemed to be good at that. I think it was an instinctual thing, like she could sense it in the air.
“How was your day?” I asked as we walked back home.
“Oh, just normal,” she said, a little skip in her step. How i wished mine had been just a normal day. “I had art class today, I love art class. We were doing family portraits so I started one of me and you but your hair was green and mine was bright pink and we were superheroes instead of normal people and…” She carried on like this most of the way home, chattering away about her school day, conveniently missing the part about recess, so I knew I would have to ask.
“What happened today at recess, Emery?” I asked as we stepped in the front door.
“Nothing,” she said. “I played.”
“Emery,” I said, the tone of my voice a warning to her. “Tell me what happened.”
She sighed theatrically, dropping her bag to the floor. “I got into a fight,” she mumbled.
“There it is,” I said. “I got a call from Mr. Ewen today while you were at school.” Even mentioning his name was making my body ache. God I hated this. I needed to make this stop. “He told me that you got into a fight with someone at school and you started to shift.”
“It wasn’t on purpose-“
“You can’t just get into fights with people while you’re at school, Emery, that’s not how we do things,” I said. “And you need you to keep your shifting in check while you’re at school, it could be dangerous if people start freaking out about it, okay?”
“He was a bully, Papa,” she said, her face downturned, her eyes filling with tears.
“What?”
“Curtis has been bullying me at recess, pulling my hair and being mean to me, and while we’ve been in class he throws things at me, paper, pens, he brought in a straw yesterday and I think he’s going to start spitting spitballs at me and I don’t want it to get in my hair!” She sniffed, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.
I bent down and wrapped my arms around her tightly. Emery wasn’t a crier. She was a tiny bit of a nightmare when she wanted to be, letting her alpha side out and trying to show me who’s boss, but she never cried, even when she was really angry.
“There, there, honey,” I mumbled. “It’s alright. Why didn’t you tell me this before? Have you told Mr. Ewen?”
“I don’t want to be a bother,” she sniffed. “And Curtis said Mr. Ewen would never believe me because I’m an alpha and he wouldn’t like it.”
“That’s just silly.”
“Well I don’t know that!” She started to cry again, heavier this time, burying her face into my neck. I didn’t like seeing her this way. She never got like this about anything, never let anything affect her so much.
I sighed. “Well, how about I talk to Mr. Ewen-?”
“But what if you talking to him makes it worse?” she whimpered.
“I’m sure it won’t but I’ll make sure that it doesn’t okay?” I said. “I don’t want anybody making my little girl feel this way, okay? Papa’ll fix it, okay?”
She nodded and wiped her tears away from her face.
“Now look what you’ve done, you’ve made Papa’s t-shirt all wet and covered in boogers!”
She started to laugh. “It’s not covered in boogers!”
“It is, look!” I exclaimed, showing her the wet patch on my shoulder. “Boogers, boogers everywhere!”
She carried on laughing so I reached out and started tickling her until the frown she’d had when she walked in had vanished and her day being antagonized by whoever this Curtis kid was, was forgotten. Dad duty done!
Emery went upstairs and got herself dressed, and I started on dinner, all the while trying to figure out how I was going to approach Mr. Ewen about this when I could hardly bring myself to be in the same room as him without my body reacting to him.
We ate dinner and Emery and I talked about what we were going to do this weekend, and I promised her I would talk to Mr. Ewen on Monday to make sure that he kept a better eye on Curtis. I would think about how the fuck I would do that on Monday, I didn’t want to think about it now, no sir.
Once I’d put Emery to bed I was struck by just how empty and quiet the house was, my thoughts suddenly allowed to roam in any direction that they chose. It was dangerous, that was for sure, and the last thing i wanted to do right now. If they wandered, they would take me back to Jarrett and I didn’t want to go there right now. I wasn’t ready to go there, not at all. It was eight years of wonderi
ng and waiting all coming to a head.
I got changed out of my day clothes and into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, taking a bag of chips from the cupboard to the living room where I would likely spend the rest of the evening. I was going to read a book but I couldn’t think of what the hell I wanted to read. I started to flick through Netflix, scrolling endlessly through TV shows that sounded vaguely interesting and films that I didn’t think I would have the attention span for. Nothing seemed like it would have the distracting power to keep my mind off Jarrett.
What would it be like settling down to watch a film with Jarrett?, I wondered. What would that be like?
Would he play the big strong alpha and let me curl up next to him on the sofa, a sturdy arm wrapped around my shoulders and keeping me close, filling my head with the scent of his cologne?
Would I get to lie down on his lap, my head on his thighs, him stroking my hair playfully as we watched something that neither one of us was really watching, both of us just waiting for the moment the credits rolled so we could kiss, touch, maybe more than that?
I imagined it would be a mixture of both of those things and he would hold me for as long as I needed to be held. Given the last eight years of absolutely no contact at all, I wanted to be held more than anything right now.
I was out of breath. Nothing was even happening and i was out of breath my dick rock hard in my underwear, desperate to break free, desperate to be touched, held, anything so long as it was Jarrett.
Perhaps I needed to give into it, just let something happen, let my mind go there.
I allowed my mind to go back to seeing him earlier on today, of seeing his face for the first time after all those years. I let out a shuddering breath. He was still cute, just as cute as I remembered him from either years ago. He had that cheeky, boyish grin that hadn’t left him yet, and beautiful, beautiful eyes that I could just get lost in if I stared at them for too long. There had been something in them that night eight years ago, a hunger that I still saw now. I wondered if that was just for me, if no one else got to see it apart from me.
I thought about his broad shoulders, thought about them wrapping around me in a hug in the kitchen, on this sofa, in bed, lying with him at night and being curled up with him would probably be the safest I would ever feel. And feeling that mighty chest pressed against my back, those strong biceps pulling me in was enough to make my head go wild.
What would he be like to look at naked? I’d hardly seen him in that club eight years ago, it had all moved so fast. What kind of underwear had he been wearing eight years ago? It had all happened so fast I could hardly remember. I just remembered that I wanted him and whatever he was packing in them and I got it. I got exactly what I wanted and now I wanted it again, I wanted it more.
I reached into my sweatpants, into my underwear and started to jerk my dick. It was so wet in there, so warm, and the more I thought about Jarrett, the more I thought about our night together and the way he’d fucked me senseless in that VIP, the slicker I was getting. The thought of it maybe happening again, of him coming around here, of him showing up at my door and taking me like he owned me, like we should have been doing for the past eight years thrilled me beyond all measure. My heart was pounding, my cock throbbing, I could hardly take it any longer.
A knock at the door pulled me out of my head.
I jumped. Who the fuck was coming around here at this hour? I practically leapt off the sofa and pulled my hand from my sweats. Christ, had I been loud? Had someone heard me? I started to look around myself, wondering if the curtains were open and someone had seen me on the way past or something. Had I just made a total ass of myself?
The knock came again and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I’d have to answer it. I couldn’t just leave them out there. There were lights on in the house, whoever was out there knew that I was here. I sighed and tucked my dick up in the waistband of my sweats so whoever was at the door wouldn’t see that I was hard. I hoped I didn’t look too flustered.
Nervously, I started towards the door, walking slowly, not really wanting them to hear me inside in case they would just go away. Slowly, I reached for the latch on the door and undid it, my heart in my mouth, and opened the door.
It was Jarrett. He was out of breath, his chest heaving, and he was even cuter than I remembered him being. Those eyes stared at me, a little bit intense, and they trapped me, rooted me to the spot. I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I wasn’t sure that I even wanted to.
“Hi,” I managed, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat.
“Hi yourself,” he said, surging forward and pulling me into a kiss. If I couldn’t feel his fingers running their hands up my sides, up my back and into my hair, I would swear this was a dream. If it was, I didn’t want to wake up.
9
Jarrett
It was a dream come true. This was going to happen. My fated mate and I. I could hardly believe it.We started to make our way through the house. He was partly leading, I was just kissing him, touching him, desperate to feel him. He was doing the same to me. We knocked into the coffee table and stumbled onto the sofa, him on his back, me falling on top of him. He laughed and it was the most joyous sound i had ever heard, just ringing out and to the sky, his entire face lit up. I wanted to cry, but now wasn’t the time to cry. I crawled towards him and pecked him softly on the lips, looking down into those piercing blue eyes of his. He looked up at me and I swear I could have stayed like that forever, just looking at him. There was so much to look at, so much that I hadn’t looked at. I didn’t want to waste a second,
He started to lead me again, pulling me past the sofa and through the kitchen, his hand now pressed firmly into mine, his fingers filling the spaces between mine as if they were made to fit there, as if that’s where they belonged. He opened the door to what I assumed was his bedroom, the blood still pounding in my ears and everything seemed to go quiet, just for a moment.
I took it in. I didn’t know why I felt the need to take it in but I did. It was like I was trying to know him more with every passing second. If i hadn’t been so caught up in kissing him, perhaps I would have paid more attention to the living room, to the sofa, to the actual door or something, but here I was looking at his bedroom.
The walls were navy blue, the moonlight pouring in through the open curtains. There were books on his bedside table, a couple of them with page corners turned down, the corners of the front covers a little bit dogeared from being carried around in bags or maybe even dropped in the bath. It was incredibly tidy, even the bed was made, and all I wanted to do was mess it up, trash it.
He turned on the lamps at either side of the bed and I took him in. I took in his face, that little sparkle in his eyes that told me he was excited to do this, the broadness of his shoulders, the roundness at his middle that wasn’t really a roundness, he just looked like a normal person. The bulge in his pants. The bulge I was determined to set free, determined to make mine.
I pulled off my shirt and advanced on him again, pulling him into a tender kiss, taking a moment to lift his shirt over his head, to snake my arms across his back and really feel him, feel the connection with his soft skin. I loved feeling his chest close to mine, our two bodies pressed so close together they could almost be one. It made my skin pop with goosebumps just being this near him, just holding him this tight.
Tentatively, I reached down for the waistband of his sweats, knowing I was definitely pushing my luck here, but he didn’t stop me. I slid them down, letting gravity do the rest and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, stepping backwards towards the bed.
His hands found my pants and he fumbled with my belt buckle a little before undoing it and they did the same, and I just let them fall, deliberately stepping closer to him so I could feel our cocks pressed close together. He was soaking wet and the scent of him was intoxicating. I pushed him onto the bed and got onto the floor, sliding his briefs down so his cock sprung free.
It was beautiful and glistening in the lamplight. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling his heartbeat throbbing through it and slowly I started to move my hand up and down. He watched my every movement, wide-eyed maybe he didn’t believe this was happening either. I was having trouble grounding myself too. He moaned a little and lay back on the bed, putting his hands over his face, shaking his head as I picked up a little bit of speed.
WIthout warning he sat up and pushed me off of him, planting a kiss hard on my lips. It lit me up. Every kiss seemed to light me up, I just couldn’t help it. I could just keep kissing him over and over and that would be enough. But it didn’t seem like it would be enough for Brent.
He started to feel my cock through my underwear, running his hand back and forth, squeezing it, feeling its full length, its full girth. He got down onto his knees in front of me and pulled my briefs down. My cock bounced free and he took hold of it, just putting the tip in his mouth. It was warm and the most incredible feeling to have my cock in his mouth. My knees were already weak and he hadn’t even started yet.
He worked his tongue around the head, drinking up all my precum and then let a little more of my cock into his mouth, moving himself back and forth on it, letting me enter his mouth. I could hardly contain myself. Every time he went a little bit further, my cock snaking its way further down his throat.
He looked up at me, his eyes big and wide as he sucked, teasing me. He was good at that. He was really good at that. Where had he been hiding all this time?
I took hold of him and pulled him to his feet so we were stood chest to chest again, our naked bodies now pressed close. I kissed him again, softly at first, but building up to the two of our tongues dancing around in the space between us, connecting us both. Our cocks rubbed together in the space between us, dancing as we danced, moving as we moved, leaking all over each other. I needed him. I wanted him now. I just had to have him. I so hoped he would let me.
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