Chapter 59
Donovan’s head bobbed up and down as he worked TJ into a frenzy. He lavished attention on TJ’s dick, then took the full length down his throat again. If that wasn’t enough, he began to hum.
The vibrations were TJ’s undoing. “I’m going to come.”
Donovan didn’t pull away. He didn’t stop. Instead, he lashed his tongue over TJ’s dick and opened wider to take every last inch of Donovan’s cock into his mouth and down his throat.
The snugness, heat, and sensation from yet another vocal by Donovan snapped TJ’s hard-fought control and launched him into a fiery climax powerful enough to make stars dance in front of his eyes. Waves of ecstasy followed in diminishing strength until they lapsed completely, leaving TJ spent in more ways than one.
Tremors shook his body as he fought to stay upright on rubbery legs. Struggling, he managed to catch his breath in a few seconds.
He rubbed Donovan’s cheek with his fingers, needing to give something back for such a sweet, grand reward.
Donovan met his gaze, but didn’t cease the now tender caresses on TJ’s cock.
TJ grinned at Donovan’s seeming reluctance to let the moment, and TJ’s dick, go. He felt the same way. And not just when it came to sex.
“You did a damn fine job. Not to mention sexy as hell watching you do it.” TJ marveled at Donovan’s ability. “That deep throating. That was hot.” He’d never experienced such a thing before. Now, he knew he’d crave it for the rest of his life. It felt way too good.
Donovan released TJ’s waning shaft and grinned up at him. “I picked up a few tricks along the way.”
“I’d say so.” TJ offered a hand and helped Donovan stand. Impulsively, he kissed Donovan deeply, thoroughly. The taste of his own essence only added to the spicy mix.
“Keep this up and we’ll both be late to work.”
TJ chuckled. “You’re too addictive.”
Donovan smirked. “I could say the same for you.” He licked his lips.
TJ groaned. “Off to work with you before I change my mind and tie you to my bed.”
“Hmm.” Donovan pretended to consider that option.
“Brat.” TJ swatted Donovan’s rear then pulled his clothes back up. All set again, he shooed Donovan to the doorway.
How am I going to focus on patients when I’ll be worrying about him every single second?
Donovan shot him a look as if reading his mind loud and clear. “I’ll check in. Text you. Hourly. Promise.”
TJ pulled Donovan into a hug, kissed his temple, then forced himself to let go. “Make it every half-hour.”
Donovan chuckled. “Yes, warden.”
“You haven’t seen half of it yet.” With that said, TJ picked up Donovan’s suitcase, and led the way to his waiting Jeep. 14
Three days later
“Get a move on, lazy bones. I’ve got to put in a half day of work this morning.”
From the bedroom, Donovan groaned dramatically.
TJ chuckled. Donovan could never be considered an early bird, no doubt about it. Of course, to give him credit, they were up half the night engaged in hot, passionate lovemaking.
Donovan emerged from the bedroom, naked as a jaybird, hair still rumpled, and with half-lidded eyes. He appeared to be almost sleep walking. That didn’t deter from his incredible body and his impressive cock standing at half-mast this morning. “Slave driver,” he muttered, shuffling in the direction of the bathroom.
“Yeah, yeah. Be nice. I made breakfast.”
Donovan’s eyes snapped fully open. “Bacon?”
“Working on it.” TJ held up the package. “You get ready and I’ll get these in the microwave.” While he was far from a gourmet cook, he could do the basics, mostly in the form of breakfast
“I’ll hurry.” He disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, TJ heard the distinct sounds of the shower running.
He found himself smiling at the irony of the situation. Never did he think he’d shack up with another man, not after his disastrous falling out with Tomas. Hell, he didn’t believe he’d find love or even a close friendship. That wasn’t his style after being burned so badly. Yet, here he stood in the kitchen, fixing breakfast for Donovan after another glorious night.
The only down side was the threats to them both. A hunter seeking out shifters and Donovan’s ex-boss slash psychotic killer on the loose. Talk about dampening an otherwise perfect time in their lives.
No one threatens what is ours.The snarling promise came from his inner bear.
Ditto, buddy. Ditto.
He checked on the status of the eggs in boiling water after putting several strips of bacon in the microwave and punching the buttons to start. Turning around, he opened the bread, pulled out four slices, and dropped them into the toaster.