Broken Bonds

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  “Anya didn’t trust herself to be in a room with so many people and Ethan said it was okay if they didn’t come, as long as someone videotaped it,” Joe explained while holding a camcorder.

  The lights dimmed and Jonas leaned in closer to Jackson’s side. Jackson put his arm around him and kissed the top of Jonas’ head. “Thanks for coming with me.”

  “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

  The curtain opened and the audience clapped as the kids took their places. Ethan was playing Tiny Tim. Jonas couldn’t help but enjoy the Christmas play; it brought back so many memories of Jude’s childhood. As he sat there holding Jackson’s hand and leaning his head against him, Jonas thought of how perfect everything was. His thoughts drifted to the house on the beach he had shown the elderly couple. He could see himself with Jackson there, sitting on the back patio of the master bedroom watching the tide roll in. They could make love under the moon and stars in the sand. Arousal seeped from Jackson and Jonas chuckled.

  “Stop that,” Jackson whispered in his ear huskily.

  “Can you see it?” Jonas whispered back.

  “Yes, I can.” Jackson squeezed his hand.

  The audience rose to its feet at the end of the play. Ethan stood up front with a huge grin on his face and took a bow. They waited for the auditorium to clear and for Ethan to make his way out to them.

  “So, how about Italian?” Tristan winked.

  “We know a great place, don’t we Jonas?” Jackson held Jonas close to him.

  “Yes, we do.”

  The restaurant was crowded but they fit into a circular booth in the back. Ethan couldn’t stop talking about the play and how much fun it was to act. Jonas sat as close as he could to Jackson, trying to assure him that he was just fine being out in public with his mate. He got a squeeze on his upper thigh and a nuzzle to his ear.

  The food was wonderful and Jonas sipped his wine and stared at the man who was his. It had only been a few days since they’d pledged themselves to each other for life, and he couldn’t get enough of the other alpha. They’d been busy and hadn’t had a chance for alone time lately. Jackson was working with James and Jonas had been showing houses.

  “How about we go home and try out one of the toys after this,” Jackson whispered in his ear.

  Jonas’ cock filled immediately. He wanted Jackson to fill him again, to bite him and own him. He already felt like Jackson’s mate, but there was something to be said for a good bite. Jackson’s tongue traced the shell of his ear and Jonas shivered.

  “Maybe we should get this to go?” Jonas said quietly.

  “Why don’t you and Grandpa go home, Uncle Jonas? You look tired.”

  Jonas’ eyes flicked over to Ethan, who was sporting a toothy grin.

  “Oh, well, we wouldn’t want to miss your celebration,” Jackson intervened.

  “It’s cool,” Ethan grinned at his dads. “We’ll be okay.”

  “You sure?” Jackson pressed.

  “Yep!” Ethan nodded enthusiastically.

  Tristan had to laugh as Jackson practically knocked the table over trying to get out. Jonas was up with him and they both kissed Ethan’s cheek and congratulated him on a job well done. Then they ran for the exit.

  “Well, that was interesting,” Scott snickered.

  “They’re in love, huh?” Ethan looked up at his dad.

  “Yeah, little man, they’re in love.” Scott kissed the top of Ethan’s head.

  “They deserve it.” Ethan set his jaw tight. “They were sad without each other.”

  “And now they’re together.” Tristan reached over and palmed Scott’s face.

  “Just like you and Daddy,” Ethan enthused.

  “Yep, just like us.” Tristan winked at Scott.

  “I hope I find a nice boy to love,” Ethan grinned.

  Joe spit out his wine and Nadine chuckled.

  Tristan tried to hide his surprise with a smile. “I’m sure you will.”

  ~Chapter Eight~

  The front door slammed open and Jackson threw the keys across the room. Jonas was affixed to him like glue, and sucking the air from his lungs. He’d barely gotten out of the car clothed.

  Kicking the door shut, they half-haphazardly undressed while fumbling down the hallway to Jonas’ room. They hit the bed and Jackson fell on top of Jonas, biting his bottom lip, sucking it in and tonguing it with a promise of good things to come.

  Jackson flipped Jonas to his stomach and reached for the drawer with the lube and toys. He held up both toys and cocked an eyebrow.

  “Bigger or smaller?”

  “Bigger,” Jonas panted. “I’ve seen what you’re packing.”

  Jackson chuckled. “Not much bigger than yours.”

  “More playing and less talking.” Jonas grabbed Jackson’s hand and hauled him back.

  “Mmm, I like this Jonas. — the strong alpha male.” Jackson lubed two fingers and settled Jonas on his side. Lifting one leg up, he circled Jonas’ hole with his finger.

  “No fingers, give me the toy.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Jonas looked over his shoulder with a wicked gleam in his eye.

  “Well, all-righty then.” Jackson lubed up the toy and once again lifted Jonas’ thigh. He dragged the head of the dildo over Jonas’ twitching hole.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” Jonas panted. “Slide it in.”

  Jackson made sure the covered the dildo with plenty of lube and eased it in slowly. Jonas’ low moan filled the room as the toy slid in further and further. Jonas’ ass seemed to suck it in, inviting it to fill him. Jackson slid the toy in and out slowly, giving Jonas time to accept the larger base. Jonas’ back arched as Jackson pushed it all the way in, wiggling it up and down while pushing it in and out.

  “Oh God, yes. Fuck, that feels so good!”

  “In that case, I can’t wait for you to do this to me later,” Jackson chuckled, removing the toy.

  Jonas let out a strangled cry of protest. Jackson hauled Jonas over to his stomach sideways on the bed. Running his hands up and down the column of his spine, he marveled at the soft skin underneath his palms.

  “Dammit, Jonas. You are so incredibly gorgeous.” Jackson leaned over and kissed the base of the spine, licking a path down to his ass. His fingers brushed the over-sensitized flesh of Jonas’ asshole as he slipped his thumb in, all while preparing his own dick.

  “I want to watch my dick slide into you, Jonas. I want to hear my name come from your lips as I claim you.”

  Jonas shivered beneath his touch, and then Jackson slid inside his slick warmth. Jonas’ tight ass pulled him in, massaging every inch of his dick. Jackson gripped his hips and bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he watched his cock swallowed by Jonas Brooks’ sweet, tight ass. Holy fuck he’d never felt sensation like this.

  Jonas was an active bottom, pushing back into his cock, forcing Jackson to take him deeper and harder. The bed moved as Jackson sped up his thrusts and Jonas buried his face in one of the down pillows as his fingers white-knuckled the sheets. Loud groans and gasping breaths floated around them as their love making came to a peak. Jonas’ hand flew back and gripped Jackson’s hand; he looked over his shoulder.

  “Harder!”

  Jackson hauled Jonas up, back to chest and gripped Jonas’ dick. He lodged his canines in Jonas’ neck and fucked like a man on a mission, all while pumping Jonas’ cock in rhythm. That’s when he noticed the mirror across from them.

  It was the single most sexy, sensual view he’d ever seen.

  Their sweat-covered bodies reflected back: Jonas’ arms locked behind Jackson’s neck, his hips pumping in time with the jerks and the thrusts, Jackson’s canines lodged in his neck, his body moving of its own accord, slamming his cock into Jonas’ ass.

  “Oh my God, Jackson!”

  Jonas’ orgasm jetted from his slit, coating Jackson’s hand and Jonas’ abdomen with warm seed. Jackson roared as his own orgasm hit him, almost knocking him flat on
his ass, and he jerked as came hot and hard into Jonas’ ass.

  They fell forward on the bed, Jackson still buried to the hilt in Jonas. He peppered Jonas’ neck and back with kisses as they came down from their orgasms. He ran his fingers lightly through Jonas’ raven hair, marveling at how it shone even from the miniscule light from the soft white lamp in the corner.

  “Damn,” Jonas panted.

  “God, that was…I mean…”

  “I know. Who knew it could feel like that? I felt like I was on fire everywhere you touched me, it just felt so good.”

  “I love that position. I felt like I could touch your fucking soul.”

  “I think you busted one of my lungs,” Jonas chuckled.

  Jackson laughed and nuzzled his lover’s neck. “You can do the same to me.”

  “Oh, I thought I’d be the making love alpha, and you’d be the ‘Fuck, yeah! Let’s go wild!’ alpha.”

  “There’s something to be said for slow lovemaking. I want to do that to you as well, but tonight you just seemed to want it wild.”

  “Boy, did you deliver.” Jonas looked over his shoulder with a smile. Jackson’s lips brushed his with slow deliberation. Jonas sighed and squeezed his channel over Jackson’s dick.

  “Mmm. Already looking for another round?”

  Jonas rolled them over and Jackson’s softened cock slipped from him. Jonas looked at it and licked his lips.

  “Forget slow and romantic. I’m going to lick every damn inch of your body, and then I’m going to ride you so hard you’ll scream.”

  Jackson’s mouth fell open. “Okay…”

  “No one ever said two alphas together would be easy,” Jonas winked.

  “Oh shit.”

  Jonas slapped Jackson’s ass playfully. “But first things first. We need to shower.”

  Warm water rushed over him as Jonas lathered his dick and balls. Fingers slipped down the cleft of his ass and Jackson leaned back against his chest. Jonas licked and nipped at his earlobe as he continued his sensual ministrations. Jackson melted as Jonas licked a path from his jawline to his lips, turning Jackson’s face to his own.

  It was such a loving gesture, Jackson felt as if they were in a movie. Jonas broke the kiss slowly with a grin, slid down Jackson’s back and pressed him up against the shower wall. Hands massaged his ass, and Jonas kissed and bit his way lower. Jackson’s legs shook and he looked down over his shoulder. Jonas was on his knees, burying his face in his ass.

  “Jonas…” Jackson panted.

  “We haven’t done this yet.” Jonas spread Jackson’s ass cheeks and licked at his hole.

  “Ohhh fuck!” Jackson’s claws flared and his legs shook as Jonas licked and sucked at his asshole. “That is so naughty!”

  Jackson heard a muffled chuckle as Jonas speared his ass with his tongue.

  Jackson’s musky flavor lingered over his teeth and gums and Jonas groaned as the smell of arousal filled the shower stall. Reaching around Jackson, he gripped his dick and began a nice, slow stroke as he continued to fuck his ass with his tongue.

  “Not going to last,” Jackson rasped. His eyes squeezed shut as Jonas’ tongue wiggled inside him.

  “Come for me, Jackson.” Jonas flipped Jackson around and swallowed his cock whole.

  “Oh my fucking God!” Jackson almost screamed and his dick erupted in Jonas’ eager mouth.

  Jonas closed his eyes with a satisfied moan as Jackson’s load filled his mouth. He swallowed it greedily, coaxing out every drop. Jackson’s body shuddered above him as his dick continued to spurt the last drops of cum.

  Jackson slid to the shower floor and Jonas straddled him.

  “So delicious,” Jonas whispered across Jackson’s lips.

  “Holy fuck, Jonas.” Jackson wrapped his fingers in Jonas’ wet hair. “I can’t move.”

  Jonas chuckled and kissed the corner of Jackson’s mouth. His hands swept over the hard planes of Jackson’s chest as he dropped his head on Jackson’s shoulder and inhaled his mate’s scent. They held each other for a long time, just content to be with each other as the fates — eventually — intended them to be. The water became cold and Jonas lifted his head. Jackson’s eyes were closed and he was breathing slow and even.

  “Jackson?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I love you. I hope you know that I’ll go anywhere with you, be with you in public, behind closed doors, I don’t care anymore. I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and I’m yours.”

  Jackson opened his eyes and smiled at the beauty before him. Jonas Brooks was a gorgeous, strong man; he was everything Jackson had ever wanted in a mate, just wrapped differently than he’d expected.

  “I love you, too, Jonas.” Jackson leaned in and their lips met softly.

  ~*~

  Jonas groaned in frustration as he snuck a look at his watch. The elderly couple was back to take another look at the beach house. They were looking at every nook and cranny, even though the house hadn’t changed from the last time they’d seen it. He wasn’t paranoid by nature, but he swore they kept darting looks at him occasionally. What the hell? Either you wanted a house or you didn’t.

  The first time Jonas walked into it, it had felt like home to him. Maybe it was the warm cherry-wood flooring, or the way the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room offered a spectacular view of the Sound. It just felt homey, airy and light. There were three bedrooms on the top floor, and the master bedroom on the bottom. It was perfect.

  Jonas tapped his fingers on the granite kitchen countertop and looked at his watch again. He was supposed to be meeting Jackson soon.

  “So, how do you feel about the house?” Jonas asked the woman with far more warmth than he felt.

  “I don’t know about the street traffic, and the boats out there.” She gestured towards the water.

  The hell? Yes, there were, indeed, boats on the water. “Well, it’s the middle of the day.” Jonas cocked his head to the side. “I don’t hear a lot of noise. The walls are pretty thick, with two layers of insulation as well.”

  “I don’t know…” she walked around the living room, her lips pursed.

  “Well, I do.”

  Jonas whirled to see Jackson propped against the front doorframe, arms crossed.

  “Hey!” Jonas couldn’t help the grin that rose to his lips. “I thought we were meeting at the restaurant.”

  “We were, but I had to stop in at my new house and make sure my man hadn’t sold it.”

  Jonas’ eyes widened. “What?”

  “I’m going to buy it, Jonas, for you and me. I want us to live here.” Jackson crossed the room and put his hand out. “What do you say?”

  “I knew it!” the older man sneered. “Homosexuals.”

  Jonas glanced over his shoulder at the disgusted faces on the elderly couple.

  “Yup, he’s my man.”

  Jonas turned back to Jackson and smiled at the relief on his face. “Yes, I would love to live here with you.” The look of joy on Jackson’s face was more than Jonas had ever hoped to see.

  “Really?”

  “Yes; now let’s christen the place.”

  Jackson chuckled. “Let me fill out the paperwork first.”

  “We need to fill it out.”

  Jackson leaned in and kissed Jonas’ lips.

  “We.”

  The kiss began as a series of tender pecks, but turned scorching in seconds. Jonas knew he was moaning loudly. He couldn’t stop the noises leaving his mouth as Jackson’s hands cupped his ass and his tongue flicked between his lips, playing with his tongue. Jesus, he couldn’t get close enough, deep enough — naked enough.

  A door slam broke them apart and they looked out the front window. The prospective buyers had let themselves out.

  Jonas chuckled. “I forgot they were here.”

  “Me, too. We should get going though, lots of stuff to do.”

  Jonas nodded. “Buy this house, sell ours and decorate the outreach center. Did you pick up
the tree?”

  “I did; it’s in the back of Scott’s truck.”

  “Well, let’s get a move on.”

  ~*~

  Jackson drove as he and Jonas made stops to pick up the kids for the party. They’d borrowed Austin’s Excursion for the job; the vehicular monster seated nine. The houses Caden, Wayne and Riley bought for the kids who had nowhere else to go were side-by-side on the same street and were close to downtown, the college and a high school.

  Jackson drove up the dimly lit street until Skylar’s house came into view. The teens were outside waiting for them and waved as Jackson maneuvered the truck to the curb. The truck jerked and Jackson felt the ass end go up.

  A scream came from somewhere outside and then Stone was running down the road, waving his hands.

  “Oh shit, I think I hit something!” Jackson stopped the truck and jumped from the driver’s side.

  Stone was leaning over what looked like a dog, a mangy one at that.

  “Oh God, please don’t die,” Stone sobbed.

  Jackson ran to Stone and stopped dead in his tracks. The mangy dog was a pit bull, and it was growling.

  “Stone. Move away from the dog,” Jackson said quietly.

  “He’s hurt!” Stone ignored the growls and placed his hands on either side of the dog’s face. “Hey, now, easy does it. I’m Stone, and I won’t hurt you, okay?”

  Jackson was dumbfounded as the dog stopped growling and began to whimper. A few seconds later, it stood up, cast a glance at all of them and then ran off.

  “What the…?” Jackson tracked the dog as it ran up the street as if nothing had happened.

  “That’s Snow White for you.” Skylar clapped a hand on Stone’s shoulder.

  Jackson looked over at Jonas with a raised brow. “I know I hit that dog.”

  “Maybe it wasn’t as injured as we thought?” Jonas raised his own brows.

  “Did you try talking to it?”

  “Yes, either it didn’t want to hear me or it didn’t understand me.” Jackson looked over at the kids.

  “Um, okay kids, let’s get going, okay? The dog seems just fine, although I have no idea how. But he is,” he added almost to himself. “Fun and presents await you at the outreach center.”