The Return: Chapter Thirteen
The two of us laid there, touching, kissing, stroking. Jonas’s cum was leaking from my ass, and when I said I was going to clean up, he pinned me down, telling me that he liked it, and I should leave it. Any protest was cut off when he jammed his tongue into my mouth and got me hard again. This time when he pushed back into me, it was slow, languid. He spent the entire time staring into my eyes, and I could see the love in them.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and I knew a true contentment. I had been searching for something most of my life, and now? I found it. My home was Jonas. I didn’t even care if we had to move to the pack house anymore, as long as I was with him.
“Core,” he murmured. “Love you so fucking much. I never thought it could be like this.”
Then he was snoring again. A light, airy buzz that made me smile.
The house door opened, then closed. I could hear Matt and Kinsey as they made their way through the living room.
“….loved the explosions,” Kinsey said, actually sounding excited. “They don’t usually get them right, but these were amazing.”
“When the two men kissed, I was shocked. I didn’t realize the woman wasn’t going to be the love interest. That threw me for a loop.”
“Plus the sex scene was hot.”
“Yeah,” came the shy reply. “Kinsey, I—”
Whatever Matt was saying was cut off by a soft moan. I got up, put my pants on, then crept to the door. When I opened it, my jaw dropped. Kinsey had Matt’s wrists held in his hand and pinned above him to the wall as he kissed Matt breathless. When he pulled back, Matt’s eyes were wide.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.