Page 9 of Still Singing To My Heart

Our conversation fell away as I inched toward the shower wall. I rested my hands on the heated, blue tile and rubbed my ass against him harder. It didn’t take Jonah long to get the message. He let go of my dick and ran his hands up and down my back before trailing to my ass and cupping both of my ass cheeks with his hard, throbbing dick still between them. I sighed, pressing my forehead against the tile. Sometimes `I just needed Jonah to fuck me. To let go and give into our primal energy. Sometimes it was the only way to chase away all the mundanity that threatened to drive me crazy. It was too easy to get caught up in paying bills and arranging playdates and after school activities and forget about the things that lit me up – art, writing, Jonah. Everything about Jonah and after all this time.

He dragged his mouth across the back of my neck and a chill shimmied down my spine as the head of his hard cock pressed against my slick, hungry hole. I gasped, pushing back against him to welcome him home into my body. His grip on my hips tightened. His fingers dug into my flesh as he pushed his way inside. I lost myself to my body waking up under his touch. My every nerve ending stood on edge as he filled me up.

“Footing good?” he asked, always the considerate mate.

“Perfect,” I nodded, already panting from anticipation.

We found our rhythm easily. After all these years, we knew each other inside and out. Our bodies knew the dance and all we had to do was give in to the carnal energy flowing between us. He thrust deep into me, and my toes dug into the shower floor. Thankfully, the footing was as good as I thought it was because my knees wobbled as the heat built inside of me. I ground back against him, moving with him, and taking him inside me again and again until our flesh sliding together consumed us. His pleasure rained down on me over our mating link. It grew thick and foggy until I couldn’t parse out what sensations started with me, and which really belonged to him. Truth be told, they all belonged to both of us. That’s how the true-mate magic worked.

Everything inside me burnt hot and tense as Jonah fucked me closer and closer to the edge. His thrusts came faster and harder until we were one big ball of need rolling toward the edge of oblivion. With one hand still on my hip, he reached around and took my throbbing, jerking cock in his hand.

“Jonah,” I gasped out his name as his fingers locked around me.

“Blake,” he whispered against the back of my neck before raising the wrist of his freehand to my mouth.

So close to coming, I couldn’t say no. My fangs elongated from my gums and sank into his offered flesh. His warm, coppery blood flooded into my mouth – pure ecstasy along side his throbbing dick jerking and close to orgasm inside me. I wanted to moan his name again, but my mouth was busy drinking down his offering. He squeezed me as he stroked, urging me on even as he chased after his own orgasm. I came hard, trembling in his hand as my body tightened up and clenched around his still pumping cock. I ground back against him, craving the warm explosion of his passion inside me.

“Jonah!” I gasped, pulling away from his wrist having had my fill.

His flesh knitted the edges of the bite marks together as he pumped hard and fast into me. I said his name over and over again as each thrust drew out my pleasure. He growled as his dick trembled hard before letting go of its warm, sticky treasure. My legs shook and I leaned against the shower wall for support as we panted our way back into breathing normally, his arm still wrapped around my middle.

He kissed the back of my neck whispering about how much we needed this. He was right. We needed the sort of break that we only found alone with each other. I wouldn’t trade our kids for anything, but some days I still needed just to be Blake Knight getting his brains screwed out.

Chapter Six

Jonah

The next morning, I rolled over to spoon into Blake, but I was alone in the strange B&B bed. I sniffed. He was close by. Probably in the bathroom. I glanced at the nightstand where we left the pregnancy test the night before. It was gone.

“Mate?” I called out, swinging my legs off the bed.

Normally, I needed coffee to move this fast, but I didn’t want to miss a second of our new kid’s life. My wolf wagged his tail sleepily, sure he was right about how the pixelated baby would show up. He’d never been wrong before.

“But there is a first time for everything,” Blake sighed.

“Huh?” I said, glancing down at the counter where the used test rested.

“I didn’t feel pregnant. I still don’t. So, I wanted to take it before you got up. That way I could soften the blow,” he said, pressing his lips together in a tight frown.

“What?” I glanced at the negative test. “No, we’ll take another. He’s never been wrong.”

“Well, maybe this time he is. Look, it’s okay. Neither of you have to have a perfect guessing record. Wishful thinking happens. Besides, you know what this means, right?”

“That my nose is broken,” I chuckled, rubbing it.

“No, we get to decide whether we want to spend our weekend trying for a baby or hold off until we figure out what’s going on with the move.”

“Which one do you want?” I arched a brow, stepping closer to him and pulling him against me with an arm around his waist.

“Which one do you think?” he smirked.

“One more before the big move? They’ll be at least a toddler by then. No moving around with newborns anymore. That’s our rule.”

“One more before we move,” Blake nodded and rose up on his tiptoes to kiss me.

I wasn’t the first wolf in history to mistakenly think his mate was pregnant and I probably wouldn’t be the last either. I hoped I wasn’t the last, because one day this would probably be a funny story.

“Hey, we can just get me pregnant this weekend and tell everyone you were right,” Blake said when the kiss broke.

“Sounds like a plan, mate,” I growled and scooped him up to carry him back to the bed. “If we’re going to get you pregnant, we better start trying now!”

He laughed and for the weekend we were just true-mates finally finding a moment alone together again. Whatever came next, I was down for it.