Chuckling roughly, Luther continued his slow ruts. "Feel free to any time, sweet human," he urged. "My balls feel so tight, I'm surprised I can't feel them in the back of my throat. I wanna let go and paint your insides. I wish I had that plug right now. I'd fill you up and cork you," he muttered, once more unable to shut up. Something in him needed to share all his mental images with his mate. "I'll take you home and we'll chat, and all the while I'll know that you have my seed buried deep inside your sexy bubble butt." He shoved up harder, liking the idea of his cum kept deep inside his mate.
"We'll get hungry and make lunch," Luther commented absently, rutting inside his mate, reveling in the fact that he could now do so, no longer fighting his body's urges. "I'll rub up against you every chance I get and when we sit down for lunch, I'll take you into the den, instead. I have this big easy chair," he told Deke. "I'll lower my pants and show you how hard you make me. I'll take your pants off you. I'll take the plug out, and I'll put you on my lap just like this." Luther nipped Deke's ear, then whispered, "You'll sit on my lap with my dick in your ass as I feed you and play with your pretty dick." To accentuate his point, Luther gripped Deke's dick and gave it a firm squeeze as he jacked.
Deke moaned and writhed in his grip. His dick jerked and pulsed, spewing spurts of creamy white seed all over the ground in front of them. When his mate's muscles clamped on his shaft, Luther gave in to his own need, shooting his seed deep inside his mate, Luther realized that this, right here, was perfect.
He prayed his daughter would understand, because now that he'd had Deke, he'd never give him up.
Chapter Five
Deke slid off the motorcycle. Luther had told him it was a Harley something or other, not that he'd paid attention. Cars and other transportation didn't matter to Deke. As long as it got him from point A to B, Deke didn't care.
Still, Luther's house on the other hand, that made an impression on Deke. It wasn't actually large, more a medium sized structure. Deke loved the wood façade, the massive windows stretching vertically on the front of the home and the pretty pitched roof. There was even a picket fence and everything.
"Do you have a dog?" Deke blurted out.
Luther reached out and took the helmet Deke had borrowed from him. "No," Luther responded. "I don't have a dog. Stephani is pushing for one." He smirked and met Deke's gaze. "You gonna join her side on that? Maybe gang up on me?" He winked. "Be the good parent?"
Deke snorted. "Dude, I am not Stephani's parent. No matter how long we're together, I'll never be her father. You are," he assured. He settled his hand on Luther's shoulder and rubbed. "As far as ganging up, you will only feel that way because, when it happens, you'll know you're wrong."
His brows lowering into a mock scowl, Luther wrapped his arms around Deke's waist and brought them together. "Really? I'll be wrong?" he growled.
"Yup," Deke whispered, really liking how it felt to have Luther hold him. His grip was comfortable, not too tight as if trying to force him to stay still, but secure enough for Deke to feel … safe. Tipping his head back so he could give his new lover a cheeky grin, he murmured, "You'll figure out pretty quick that I'm always right."
Grinning down at Deke, Luther palmed his lower back with one hand and used the other to cup Deke's jaw. "Pretty sure of that, are you?" he murmured, running his thumb along the corner of his bottom lip.
Deke's face tingled at the gentle touch. Sighing, he lowered his lids to half-mast and nuzzled into his hold. "You've done a one eighty," he mumbled. "Why?"
Luther's grin faded to a sad smile. "Let's go inside," he urged, easing away from him. "We'll get comfortable and talk."
Nodding, trepidation filled Deke, but he did as Luther recommended. Did he really want to know what had changed in Luther's life that-wait! "Is this because of Lex's scent being on me?" he asked warily. "Did you come after me because of that?"
"I'm not gonna lie and say no. I only want truth between us," Luther replied. "Scenting Lex all over you like that, hell-" His tone dipped to a soft growl as he opened his door and ushered them inside the home. Turning to frown at Deke, he stated, "Seeing you across the parking lot with his arm over your shoulder and then practically hanging off you like he did. I wanted to rip his fangs out."
Deke's brows shot up. "You noticed that? There really isn't anything going on between us. We're just friends."
"I know," Luther replied. "He was being manipulative. I hear he's got an evilly mischievous streak," he muttered, shaking his head.
Taking Deke's hand, Luther led the way through the foyer, past a front sitting area, and down a hallway to what appeared to be a den or TV living room. Deke peered at the large tan sofa and matching loveseat and chairs. Though a bit worn, they looked comfortable. He saw a dark green afghan folded and draped over one of the arms of the loveseat.
"Do you want a drink?" Luther asked.
Deke nodded. "That'd be great. Thanks. Uh, water is fine."
Cupping Deke's jaw, Luther leaned toward him. He closed the distance between them, hesitating just an instant before sealing his lips over Deke's own. Sliding their mouths together, he kept the kiss light, sweet, just as Deke imagined a first kiss should be.
When Luther lifted his head a few seconds later, he smiled, his eyes lit with warmth as he moved his gaze over Deke's face. "Make yourself at home," he whispered. "I'll be right back."
Unable to find his voice, Deke just nodded.
Luther pressed one more soft kiss to Deke's lips, then released him and walked away.
The pictures on the walls drew Deke's attention. He slowly wandered around the room. The smiling visage of Luther and-Deke assumed-Stephani peered out at him. What appeared to be school pictures were mixed with candid shots. He saw several pictures of Luther and Stephani at what was obviously her birthday parties. There was one of Stephani in a soccer uniform with three friends, also in uniform.
"Those are Stephani's best friends, Peggy, Maranda, and Sharon."
Deke just managed to hold in his squeak as he spun around to face Luther. He held his hand to his chest and stared wide-eyed at the man. "Shit, you startled me," he murmured.
"Sorry," Luther apologized. He held out the glass in his left hand. "Water?"
"Thanks," Deke replied, suddenly feeling uneasy surrounded by all these memories of Luther and his daughter. The last time he'd spoken to his parents, hell, anyone in his family, it'd been to fight about him being gay. They'd been tired of tolerating his deviant lifestyle and wanted him to stop behaving in a manner that hurt the whole family. It'd been eye-opening. He'd thought they'd accepted him.
After taking a gulp of the water, Deke turned back to the pictures. "You look happy," he whispered.
"Most of the time," Luther agreed, a smile in his voice. "She's a good kid. Only occasionally tests me."
Sighing, Deke asked, "How do you think she's going to react to me? To this?" He waved his free hand between them, still unable to look at Luther. He didn't think he could forgive himself if he created a rift between father and daughter.
Luther wrapped his arms around Deke from behind and rested his chin on his right shoulder. "Stephani is a wolf shifter, Deke, just like me. She understands mates. It may take her a bit to wrap her mind around it, but she will," he stated firmly, clearly believing his words. "She has a good head on her shoulders."
Deke nodded, hoping Luther was right. He couldn't help but find himself falling hard and fast for the man holding him. Personally, Deke felt seeing another's home revealed more about the man than the brief conversations they'd had. Not to mention, the sex had been amazing.
"So, who took all these photos? Is Stephani's mom still around?" Deke asked.
Damn, that could be awkward.
"No," Luther replied almost curtly. "Stephani's mother was a one night stand and a broken condom. When Candice realized she was pregnant, I was actually the fourth man she asked to submit to a paternity test," he growled.
Deke turned in Luther's arms and wrapped his own around the man. "Damn. Sorry I asked."
Luther shrugged. "I shouldn't have hooked up with her anyway, but I'm not sorry I got Stephani out of it."