Chapter 18

18

BARCLAY

Calvin put the phone aside and looked out of the window. His cheeks were paler than usual.

“Do you want more tea, sweetheart?”

He shook his head. “No. Thank you.”

“Water? Juice?”

“I’m good.”

He reached for the phone, glanced at the screen, and put it back.

“It’s only been a minute since you last checked,” I said.

“I know.” My mate flashed me an irritated look. “I thought Father might reply.”

“He could already be on the way.”

Calvin blew out a breath and gazed out of the kitchen window again.

I stood and stretched my back. “How about a distraction?”

“You don’t even let me do the dishes.”

“You did them last night.”

“Whatever. Stop hovering. I’m fine.”

“You look like you’re about to start climbing the walls.”

He huffed.

I stretched out my hand. “We have at least two hours. You’re not going to sit here all that time, staring at the driveway. Come on.”

Reluctantly, he grabbed my hand and let me pull him up.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Come. I’ll show you.”

I led him to the master bedroom and opened the closet. I gestured at the nearly empty rod. “See? I barely have any clothes that need hanging. So I was thinking. I could add a couple of shelves, and it would be your half.”

“Okay.” I checked his reaction, but Calvin’s face looked blank.

It was making me nervous. I gestured to the bed. “We can move the king away from the window and make space for another nightstand. You need a nightstand on your side. I’ll make you one to match mine.”

Calvin looked around, saying nothing.

“Could you send for your things?” I pressed. “I mean, you look cute wrapped in my hoodies, don’t get me wrong. But I figure you’ll be more comfortable having your own stuff. Your family butler. Could he help you with that?”

“Sure. I can message Filippo now.”

I kissed the top of his head. “I want you to like it here. It’s your home too. You need to tell me what you want, where, and how, and I’ll make it happen.”

Calvin’s innocent eyes gleamed up at me. “What if I wanted to live in the city?”

Well, shit. Could I do that? But what about the shop… and being unable to shift and run whenever? The noise. The people.

Calvin kept staring at me, a furrow between his eyebrows. My mate, already pregnant with my cub, trusted me to care for him. His comfort was the most important thing in the world.

“We’ll make it work.” I searched for better words. “We can… alternate.” Damn. That’d be a hassle. I’d need to close the shop. “And… I can, uh… I’m sure I can…”

“Barclay, stop.” My mate smiled and stretched on his tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “I don’t want to live there. I want to be here with you.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Then why…?”

He looked sheepish. “Sorry. You seemed so sure of yourself, I couldn’t resist rattling you a bit.”

“That wasn’t nice, Calvin.”

His lips twitched. “You wanted to distract me. I thought it would be funny to see you sweat.”

I swooped down and grabbed him by his ass. He yelped and squirmed as I lifted him to me and pushed him against the closet door. Growling, I grazed his neck with my teeth. Calvin giggled.

“What’s funny now, omega?”

“Your beard. It tickles!”

So I opened my mouth and bit down on the tendons in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Calvin groaned.

“Nothing’s funny,” he breathed. “You’re a big, scary grizzly bear.”

I continued to nibble on his skin and rocked into him. Squeezing his ass cheeks, I felt his cock grow hard against my belly.

“You like being manhandled by a big, scary bear?”

“Uh-huh.”

He moaned when I teased his open crease through his sweats. I lifted one knee, supporting his weight against the closet door, and sneaked one hand down the back of his pants. I found his pucker, soft and wet, and slid a finger inside him.

Calvin wrapped his arms around my neck and hid his face in my chest. “We shouldn’t… not now…” Except he sounded like he wanted me to keep going.

“We have time.”

I crooked my finger, searching for his gland. He stopped protesting. When I switched to two fingers, he cried out happily, his hole releasing a fresh load of slick.

“Want to suck you. Want your cock in my mouth.”

Who was I to deny him?

With my fingers in him, I carried him to bed. I only pulled them out when I was lying down with Calvin on top of me.

“Turn around, your sweet ass in my face.”

He scrambled around while I dragged his sweats off his legs. Then he attacked my fly. Within seconds, his mouth was wrapped around my cockhead, and his groans of pleasure sent tendrils of bliss to my balls.

He spread his legs wide, straddling me, and his ass cheeks were open, his hole right there. A beautiful, blooming bud, leaking nectar down his smooth taint to his tight sack. He had the perfect omega ass, pink and hairless, so youthful it looked virginal. Except I’d stretched it out, and now it was plush like a mouth puckered for a kiss. I traced the puffy rim with a fingertip, and it clenched under my touch. So responsive.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” I muttered.

Calvin hummed around my cock and took me deeper into his throat. He massaged my length and balls as he sucked hard.

I lifted my shoulders from the bed, trying to reach his pucker with my mouth. With our height difference, it was a challenge, but when I supported his hips for a better angle, I could kiss him right there. It made him groan and suck harder.

My tongue in his hole and his mouth around my dick… it was heaven. When I fisted his cock, he came after a few licks, shivering and gagging on my cockhead.

He let go to catch his breath, but he didn’t stop stroking me.

I plonked on the bed and put my fingers into his opening. He liked that . He pushed, meeting my hands, so I gave him three fingers, two from my right and one from my left hand, and pulled his rim open. Crying out with pleasure, he rocked on my fingers, then went back to sucking my cock.

Yep, Calvin was thoroughly distracted. I bet he hadn’t thought about his father or his ex for a second since I had him against the closet door.

“God, you’re horny, my little mate. Think you can take four?”

Calvin groaned, then gagged again.

I worked another finger in and pulled, opening him up so I could see his flesh and the dark hole leading into the depths of his body. It was lewd and glorious. His reaction was the best, though. Whenever I stretched him a little more, he strained to meet me.

One day soon, I’d be able to fist him.

“It’s because you’re pregnant, sweetheart. You need me to take care of this horny hole, make it big so you can push out a baby with it.”

Upon hearing that, Calvin swooped down my cock. His throat constricted, but he stayed there, not breathing. I moved my fingers, stretching him wide while pumping into him, and he shuddered.

His cock jerked, and a fresh load of his cum sprinkled my chest and stomach.

I lost it. With a warning shout, I succumbed to the onslaught of pleasure. Calvin gagged but swallowed right after. He milked my cock with his hands and sucked on the head, drinking down everything I gave him.

On instinct, I dug my fingers into my mate’s guts. His hole pulsated, slick running down my hands, filthy smacking noises coming from where I thrust with my fingers.

Somehow, we made it back to the real world. Calvin let my cock slide out of his mouth and collapsed on top of me, smearing his cum around. He rested his face on my thigh, his nose by the base of my softening dick.

I withdrew my fingers and stroked his stretched rim, massaging it so it would close.

“That was epic,” he murmured.

“Happy?”

“Mm-hmm. Very.”

“You seem to like stretching.”

“Oh yeah. When I felt the strain down there, in my inner muscles, it tingled everywhere. Then it all loosened, and it was such a relief. I want to do that again.”

“Definitely. I could try fucking you with my cock but leave in a couple of fingers too.”

“Stop, or you’ll get me horny again.”

Chuckling, I patted his ass cheek. “We should shower.”

Just like that, he tensed.

“Damn, I really got distracted.” He pushed himself up on his hands. “What’s the time?”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s only been one hour.”

He blew out a heavy breath. “Shower. And I guess I could change into my jeans.”

“Whatever you want.”

In the shower, I massaged his shoulders under the spray of warm water, but he was restless.

“What can I do?” I asked as he was drying himself with a towel, his eyes staring unseeingly at the closed bathroom door.

“Nothing. This is fine. Peachy, in fact. I should be hyperventilating right now, but I’m just vaguely tense. I even forgot about it as soon as I had your fingers in my ass.”

I chuckled. “I could put them back in.”

He laughed. “Somehow, the thought of talking to my father with your fingers up my butt doesn’t appeal.”

I reached for his ass, but he dodged me. “You said you wanted my fingers up your butt.”

Calvin swatted at my arm with the towel. “I love them there. When we’re alone.”

“We’re still alone now.” I waggled my eyebrows, and he snorted.

“As soon as today’s visitors leave the property, you can put them back in. All four of them. Hell, we can try five.”

“We will.”

I took the towel from him and hung it on the rack. I was proud of myself for making him laugh even when he was stressed.

I hugged him to me and kissed him. Calvin weaved his fingers into my beard. When he broke the kiss, he met my gaze with a serious expression on his face.

“You’re amazing, Barclay. You’re the first man in my life to ever make me feel happy and safe. Thank you.”

Oh damn. My eyes burned.

“I love you, Calvin,” I rasped.

“Whatever happens today, whatever they say, I’m yours forever.”

I cupped his nape and pulled him in for another kiss. His tongue touched mine, and he let out a soft moan. I sneaked a hand between us to pet his belly. Forever was about right.

We went to the bedroom to dress, then to the kitchen. I made myself a sandwich, but Calvin claimed he wasn’t hungry. I suggested at least a banana, and he relented. He was back to his nervous fidgeting.

“They won’t be here for at least half an hour,” I said. “It’s impossible to drive faster than that, and they couldn’t have been staying anywhere other than Green Peaks. There’s nothing but hunting cabins between Beauville and Green Peaks.”

Calvin heaved a sigh. He grabbed the banana peel and stood to throw it into the trash. Then he paused by the counter and closed his eyes.

“I’m not panicking,” he said. “It’s okay.”

“I know you’re not.”

I hugged him from behind and felt him sag against me.

“I want them gone from my life.”

“Soon.”

“After this mess is over, I want to spend a full day in bed, naked with you.”

“Oh yes.”

“And then we’ll go to town and celebrate with your friends.”

“We will.”

“Good. Okay.”

“You’re so brave, Calvin. You’ve got this.”

I could deal with his father and ex myself. Calvin could hide behind me, and I’d send them where the sun didn’t shine with no return ticket. But I understood why Calvin needed to do it himself.

“I’ll be right by your side. And if things go crazy, we have all the bears of Beauville standing up for us.”

He turned in my arms and buried his face between my pecs.

Just then, tires crunched on the snow outside. Calvin straightened in my arms, his entire form vibrating.

I looked through the kitchen window into the yard.

What the hell? How did they get here so fast?

“Does your father travel with an armed security team?”

“What?” Calvin squeaked.

He hurried to the window, and we both watched as three men in black winter coats and dark sunglasses exited the luxury SUV that had just arrived. They surveyed their surroundings, then one of them opened the back passenger door.

A lanky man in tight leather pants and heavy combat boots stepped out of the vehicle. He wore a black woolen hat with the hood of his jacket pulled up over it. Large, mirrored aviator glasses obscured most of his face.

Calvin gasped next to me. “Shit. That’s Laure.”

Oh. I’d entirely forgotten about Laurel Riley.