“You could just keep moving down,” he suggested, his voice still gravelly with sleep.
“Hm…” Pretending to consider it, I tugged his blanket aside to reveal his morning wood, a lovely, thick tent in the front of his boxers. “You mean this?” I asked, dragging my palm down his abs and over his clothed cock, the quiver of his muscles under my touch driving me wild.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, his hips twitching up off the bed to follow my retreating hand.
“You want to fuck?” I asked softly, injecting all the seductiveness I possessed into the statement.
“Yeah,” he repeated, obviously in a blissful state of relaxation and arousal. His hooded eyes were intensely locked on my face, his tongue flitting out to wet his lips as he stared.
“I do too,” I admitted, arching my back as I stretched, letting out a soft and breathy little moan that I knew would have him even more desperate to get in between my legs. “I want you so bad, Kieran. Later, when you’re ready to mark me.”
I watched him process my statement, traveling through several stages of grief before he groaned lightly. I was prettysure I’d never turned down an advance from him before. He was always the one rejecting me, usually because our parents were home and he didn’t want to risk getting caught.
“We could do it now too,” he offered, somewhat hopefully, then looked wry when I shook my head at him.
“You’re the one who wanted to wait and make it special,” I reminded him teasingly.
“I meant the mating part,” he complained, but without much heat. “We can still fuck.”
Blinking my eyelashes at him, I gave the sizable outline of his cock one more stroke of my fingertip. “Maybe I want you to build up a really fat load to give me later and then plug it up with your knot while you’re biting me.”
He gave me a shocked, incredulous look like I’d just told him that aliens had descended to take over our planet.
“Jesus Christ, Jordy, why don’t you just kill me?” He whined, rolling over onto his stomach and burying his face into his pillow.
Smirking at his reaction, I smacked my hand down onto his firm butt before giving him a good-natured pat. “Doesn’t that sound nice and special?”
“Fucking brat.”
We spent the next few hours casually hanging out, flipping through TV channels and chatting about nothing, like it wasn’t the most important day of my life. When my phone buzzed with a text, the message gave me a quick sense of relief.
“Hey, can you take me to the center to pick up my jacket?” I asked. “They’re closed today, but Sandy put it in her office so I could pick it up.”
“If they’re closed, how are you going to get in?” He wondered.
“I have a key card thing for the side entrance,” I explained. “She gave Dani and I one for when we wanted to come in really early to help finish some last minute stuff awhile back.”
“Yeah, we can swing by. It’s on the way, anyway.”
It was actually perfect that the center was closed, because frankly, I didn’t think I wanted to see anyone from there ever again, especially Andrew. As kind as everyone had been, the charity auction felt oddly final for me, like it was my last bit of volunteer work for them, and now it was time for me to move on. I appreciated all the support I’d gotten from them before, and I’d enjoyed my time, but things felt different for me now.
I packed up a quick overnight bag, though nothing as exhaustive as the one I’d packed for the weekend at the beach. Just a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and my meds. After a brief moment of hesitation, I carefully laid Orangey and Tuxy inside. If Kieran wasn’t going to judge me about my quirks, then I wasn’t going to judge myself.
“So are you, uh… Ready to go?” Kieran asked, appearing in my doorway as I zipped up my bag. Glancing back at him, I could see his anxiety practically undulating around him like a dark cloud.
“Ready,” I answered with as much pep as I could muster. I had the distinct feeling I was going to need to keep him in good, light spirits until the literal moment he was done biting me. Then he’d be fine. But until then, it was clear he was going to be a nervous wreck. I could see his bag slung over his shoulder, so I didn’t need to ask if he’d packed. “Let’s go.”
When we piled into the truck, I plugged the aux cord into my phone and pulled up a playlist I’d created with music that he actually liked, mostly stuff I’d gotten from the posters on his walls, and the multitude of band t-shirts he wore. He gave me an odd glance when the music started playing.
“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t mind if you play your stuff.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “We should compromise sometimes.”
“Alright,” he said, sounding pleasantly surprised and agreeable to my statement.
When we got to the center, the lot was completely empty so we parked right up front. I hopped out of the passenger seat, letting Kieran follow me around the building to the side entrance, where I swiped my key card over the badge reader device so the door would unlock. It beeped and flashed green, so I pushed through the door, leading us into a big lobby area.
The moment the door closed behind us, Kieran’s phone started to ring. When he dug it out of his pocket, I saw his boss’s name on the screen.
