Call Me Baby: Chosen Book 4

by J. D. Light

  "Baby," I said against his mouth. "Fuck, baby." I dived back in, wishing I didn't need to breathe every once in a while. It would have been nice to kiss him and taste him for the rest of the night, without any breaks.

  I pushed him back down on the bed, keeping my mouth to his as I wrestled the blankets between us, jerking them away from his soft pajama-clad body, and lying on top of him.

  He immediately wrapped his legs around my waist, pressing his hard dick up against the ridges of my stomach, making me lose my mind just a little at the way his writhing body felt in my arms.

  Unable to keep myself under control, I pressed against him. My denim-covered dick rode the crease between his balls and thigh and I growled into his mouth. Burke whimpered, rubbing harder against my abs.

  I felt my balls pull tight just as Burke threw his head back against the pillow, screaming my name with his kiss glistening lips and I felt the warmth of his cum against my abs. That was it. I'd made it. Nothing could have held my orgasm back then.

  I unloaded just like a teenager, right in my jeans, grunting and growling and breathing like an out of shape old man, climbing stairs.

  Giggling, Burke gave my shoulder a shove, rolling me onto my back next to him. "Get off of me, asshole." His words were harsh, but his tone was joking. "Sutton is really gonna get ya now. Breakin' into his house, destroyin' his yard and makin' a mess in his bed. Your best friend status is about to get kicked to the curb."

  "I didn't make a mess," I said, smirking over at my grinning mate. "My pants caught most of it."

  "Aren’t ya a bit too old to be messin' in your pants? Like, by about two-hundred, sixty years?"

  Growling playfully, I leaned over and kissed my mate's amazing mouth before standing and walking toward the master bath, attached to the bedroom. "Let's take a shower, baby. And then, I guess I'm going to have to fox it over to Ronny's to swipe some sweats."

  Giggling, my mate stood. "There is an excellent joke about a certain Spanish, kids' show with a fox that has a problem with swipin' things, but you're way too old to get the reference."

  Stripping my shirt, off and making sure my mate watched, I dropped the soiled shirt on the floor. "Baby, get you're amazing ass in here so we can get cleaned up and in bed. I have to meet Bennett and Thompsyn in the morning, and you're coming with."

  "I am?" Burke tired to sass, but he was looking at my chest and abs, licking his lips.

  "I hurt you," I said, seriously, reaching up and rubbing my chest where it ached. "I need to be close to you, right now. My fox and my heart won't settle until I'm sure you aren't still hurting, baby."

  Burke's face softened and his eyes glistened through the lenses of his glasses. "Now that I know the score, I'm fine. But I won't argue with gettin' to spend some time with ya."

  When Burke was standing in front of me, I reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, dying to get the thing off and finally see my mate's body.

  I was not disappointed. All the time he spent in the pool was evident in the lines of his amazing body. He was lean, but soft. His muscles were visible, but not to the degree that he was veiny and hard. His shoulders to hips made a pretty obvious triangle and the V of his abs where his pajamas dipped low, looked like it was made to guide my tongue.

  I was already rock hard again and I hadn't even seen his probably perfect cock and shapely ass.

  When I noticed the bite mark, I growled, reaching up to run a finger over the offending scar. That shifter, whoever the fuck he was, had tried to take what was mine, by force. My mate was attacked.

  "As soon as you let me claim you, I'm covering that mark with my own."

  He paused, his hands stopping at the waistband of his pants. "You're gonna to bite me?"

  Cupping his face, I brushed my nose against his. "Yes, but it won't be like when Grady did it. He was claiming you without permission. That is an act of brutality and can be really painful, from what I've heard. This will be an act of love. You will accept it and it will actually bring you pleasure."

  "Because I'm bein' marked by you?"

  "That too, but also because, a bite from a mate is…orgasmic, actually." I looked into his eyes, hoping he saw the truth in my statement.

  He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Orgasmic? Why does that make it sound like chocolate?"

  "NBB?"

  "That fuckin' name," he growled, kinda impressing me. "I like it a lot better when you call me baby."

  "Get in the fucking shower, baby."

  "Well, I don't like it in that tone," he said, making a sweeping gesture toward the door. "Age before beauty."

  "Your damn mouth," I grumbled, spinning us and backing him toward the bathroom door. "It's a good thing I've found an excellent way to shut you up."

  I kissed him again, before he could say anything else. His mouth was so damn addictive. I don't know how I got us through the actual doorway. I don't remember bouncing off any wall, but at that point, I was way too consumed with his taste, his smell and his feel to be bothered with directionality.

  Not stopping until we were directly in front of the shower, I finally pulled my mouth away from his, panting like it was my first kiss. "Damn it, baby. I can't do even simple tasks with you around."

  I turned, leaning in to start the shower. By the time I got the water adjusted, my mate was standing, completely and perfectly nude beside me.

  He was gorgeous. Smooth and sleek. The same lithe musculature covered his lower body as his top. His skin was slightly bronzed, which could only be natural, given his penchant for locking himself in his room at school and never really going outside.

  And his cock. Wow. Not huge, but definitely more than what you would think someone with his frame would be carrying around.

  Even his fucking feet were adorable.

  "Wow, baby. I knew you'd be gorgeous, but fuck."

  "Take your pants off, Foxy." Burkes voice was husky. " I've been dyin' to see you naked again since that night you shifted for me."

  Smirking, I looked my gorgeous mate in his beautiful blue eyes and unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped them. I swear I heard my dick sigh in relief. The poor thing had been through a lot because of this man standing in front of me.

  I thought I was going to rub the thing off, over the last few days.

  When I paused too long, Burke narrowed his eyes at me. Shrugging, He reached out, gripping the sides of my pants and shucking them down my legs.

  "That's better," he said, smiling not so sweetly before he looked me up and down.

  Turning, he walked into the shower, giving me a glorious look at that amazing ass of his.

  Fuck! I was never going to make it thought a shower with him!

  He was already washing his hair, when I finally managed to get my boots off and then my pants. The suds from the shampoo he was rinsing out of his hair was running down his chest and abs, catching in the blond hair at the base of his erection.

  Because I couldn't help myself, I reached out and ran my hand down his torso, amazed at how unbelievable it felt against the palm of my hands.

  Moaning, he let his head fall forward, as his hands started reaching for something so he could find purchase. "Fos!" His dick jerked, clearly begging for the same treatment.

  I had better plans. I needed to taste him. My mouth watered for it. Leaning forward, I kissed him, hard, groaning when his tongue immediately dueled with mine. I broke the kiss, moving over his jaw and down his neck, being sure to rub my stubble against the sensitive flesh there.

  He shuddered and then whined, letting his head fall to the side. "I can't believe after all this time, you're finally touchin' me."

  "Oh, I'm going to do more than that." I dropped to my knees on the floor, letting my hands run down his smooth sides, down and around to his ass, while I watched his cock bob in front of me. "I need to have you in my mouth. Can I suck you, baby? Will you let me do that?"

  "Oh my gawd. Yes! That's a stupid fucking question, Foster."

  Chuckling at my ma
te, as I watched him try to find something to grab on to again, I leaned forward and licked his, barely there, happy trail, making sure to lick behind his cock that was straining toward his belly button.

  I managed to keep away from the gorgeous thing, even as he bucked slightly when I nipped the flesh out next to his navel.

  "Please, Fos. I need you," he squeaked, letting his hands finally settle on my shoulders.

  His legs shook and a delicious looking drop of pre-cum slid down the side of his shaft, making me need.

  When I couldn't take it anymore, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue along his shaft, gathering his essence. I moaned, immediately feeling my balls start to draw up. I was gripping Burke's ass so tight, I was sure I was going to leave fingerprints.

  He bucked hard, his throat making a sound. I dropped my forehead to his hip to his hip and took some much needed breaths, needing to gather myself before I lost yet another load so embarrassingly quick.

  "Baby, you taste so good," I moaned, reaching down to grip the edge of the bathtub with my right hand so I didn't end up hurting my mate. "Fuck."

  "This mate thing is amazing," he whispered, making me chuckle.

  Finally, when the tingling in my balls let off enough for me to trust that I wouldn't erupt, just yet, I squared off with his perfect dick again. Knowing licking him was too dangerous, because of his amazing taste, and my apparent lack of stamina, I took his cock into my mouth and didn't stop until I engulfed the whole thing.

  My mate gave a horse cry, clearly struggling to hold still as he vibrated with need. "Fos," he whispered, letting go of my shoulder with one hand and gripping my hair. "I don't think I can keep from moving for long."

  Latching on to the hand in my hair, I pushed, showing him what I wanted him to do.

  He whimpered, holding my head still while he pulled part way out of my mouth and then sank back in. It was a jerky move that proved just how much he needed me, but as he thrust a few more times, his thrusts got smoother.

  He was four thrusts in when I felt him start to stutter, going back to jerky thrusts. When I grabbed both cheeks again, and dug my fingertips into his crack, he screamed, his grip tightening on my hair and shoulder as he filled my mouth with his cum.

  It was the most amazing sexual experience of my life, and as his flavor burst over my tongue, I jetted onto the bottom of the bathtub, my hands still clenching Burke's perfect ass.

  "Holy shit. Holy, fuckityshitbitch."

  Letting my mate's cock slide from my mouth, I smiled up at him. "We are doing this, like, everyday."

  "I can't! I'll go brain dead. I'm pretty sure I didn't breathe for a whole minute."

  Raising an eyebrow, I smirked. "That's impossible, because you didn't even last a minute."

  "I'd be offended, but I'm not the one that just shot off in the drain without being touched, after he shot off in his pants earlier."

  Leaning forward again, I nipped at his hipbone with my teeth. "I should be ashamed, but you'd have gotten off too if you'd tasted you."

  "That good, huh?"

  "Better."

  Tugging on my hair, he waited until I go to my feet to stand on his tippy toes and press a chaste kiss against my mouth. "Good. Next time, maybe we can both taste each other."

  Groaning, I covered his mouth with my hand. "No. Nope. No more talking about sex, right now. We have to get some sleep, and I'm pretty sure if you start talking about sex, right now, We will get absolutely zero sleep."

  When he nodded, I dropped my hand away. "You find me irresistible," he said with an irritating smirk. It was the same smirk I used to annoy him.

  Getting out and drying off, we opted to not wear clothes. Especially since I didn't wear underwear and my pants had a crusty load of cum in them.

  Sliding into bed with a naked Burke was kinda torturous. His sleek body just fit up against mine so perfectly, and he smelled like soap and him. It was impossible not to get hard. When I notched my erection between his ass cheeks, he looked over his shoulder with that same infuriating smirk.

  I nipped at his shoulder in warning, but all it did was make him giggle, which caused a predictable reaction from my cock.

  Maybe I didn't need sleep.

  "Goodnight, Foxy."

  Kissing his ear, I settled my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, already starting to drift off. "Goodnight, baby."

  Chapter Five

  "What the fuck are you wearing," Bennett asked Foster, as we climbed in the booth seat across from him and Thompsyn.

  I snickered, making Foster glare at both of us.

  He did look ridiculous, though. We had gotten up early enough after only two and a half hours of sleep to run to his hotel room and get him some more clothes, but someone––I'm not saying it was me––couldn't keep their hands to themselves, and we ended up rubbing off on each other again.

  Thankfully, we were smart enough this time to shower separately, but by the time we were done with all that, it was almost time to meet the leopard and his bear.

  I'd had to run over to Ronny's and steal a pair of sweats out of his basket on the back porch, and dig out my biggest shirt, because his had still been in the floor and gotten walked on by wet feet more than once in the three showers we'd taken since he'd showed up.

  He was wearing baggy, low hanging sweatpants, my t-shirt that, even two sizes too big on me, fit him like a smedium, and his black, combat boots.

  "I didn't have time to go back to my room." Throwing a hand up before Bennett could say more, he said, "Before you say something that annoys me enough to say something that pisses your mate off and gets me mauled, I need a favor."

  "Well, when you put it like that, how can I help you, sunshine?"

  "If it makes a difference, you'd be helping Burke too. I'm sure you like him." He looked over at me with a bit of pride in his eyes and my heart melted. "Everyone does."

  "Oh my gawd. You're actually a sap." Bennett snickered, and Thompsyn, who usually didn't smile unless it had to do with his mate, licked his teeth, clearly trying not to laugh.

  "Only for my mate," he said, facing Thompsyn again. "I need your tracking skills. The man who attacked my mate was using a fake name, and hasn't been seen since the day Burke left school."

  Gasping, I turned to see Foster cringe. "Sorry, baby. I was planning on telling you once I found had a plan in action."

  "Do you think he'll come for me? Could he find me?" I looked around, almost expecting to see his all too familiar face, staring creepily at me from one of the booths in the back corner.

  Just like old times.

  Reaching over, Foster pulled my hand into his and up to his mouth, placing a kiss on my knuckles. "If he is friends with you on social media, and knows about your brother, there is a chance he knows where he is, and therefore you are."

  "What's your plan?" Thompsyn asked seriously. He leaned forward on his elbows, making the table creak under his weight.

  "The FBI took DNA samples and his student ID so they could run some facial recognition. But I was thinking maybe you could go to his house and sniff him out. If the trail isn't too old, maybe we can see if he went to the airport."

  Bennett narrowed his eyes at Foster. "So, you want to use my mate as a hound dog?"

  "Uh. I hadn't really thought about it like that." Foster was cringing. Clearly not wanting to offend the bear.

  Smiling, Bennett nodded. "I think I'll name him Copper."

  "No." Thompsyn glared at his mate, only making the jackass smile harder.

  "Ol' Red?"

  Thompsyn reached out and flicked Bennett's ear, making us all laugh. "Behave. When were you planning on going to Georgia?"

  If Foster was going, I was going. One, I felt far safer with him by my side, and two, I was getting tight in the chest just thinking about having to be away from him for a few days.

  "I have to go back at the beginnin' of next week for tests. Why don't we all go then? Will two weeks be too late, Thompsyn?"

  Frowning, Thomp
syn nodded. "Probably. Do you think you could get your professors to give you the tests early?"

  I smiled, thinking about the messages I'd received from my teachers. They'd all been very supportive. "In the most unbraggy way possible, I have to say that my professors all kinda love me. I bet I could talk them into it. I'm sure they know they can trust me not to share it with others."

  "Are you going to be okay if you go back," Foster asked, making me melt again with the concern in his eyes.

  "I was gonna have to anyway. Might as well do it now, when it could help catch this psycho."

  Nodding, Foster kissed my hand again. "Well, I guess that means we need to get this going. I'll book us all flights. Do I need to talk to Flynn, or do you want to, Bennett. I already told him about the possibility of Grady showing up here. He was going to blast a picture of the wolf shifter to the entire leap."

  "No, I'll go make sure he's all good with it. I'm sure he will be. He love's Burke too." The leopard laughed. "You sure you don't want me to find you a more suitable mate, Burke?"

  "And have to train a new one how to give a blow job? Nah. I'll just keep the one I've got." I chuckled when my mate glared at me.

  "Thompsyn, when are you going to tie your mate up and keep him away from the civilized world?" Foster asked.

  The bear grunted, making me laugh.

  "He already tried that," Bennett said, grinning. "I liked it too much."

  ***

  The flight wasn't bad with somebody to talk to the entire trip. And watching Thompsyn try to get in and out of the cramped seats was more than a little amusing.

  Plus, I got an amazing blowjob in the bathroom. Woohoo! I'm a member of the Mile-High-Club!

  I was still nervous as hell when we exited the airport, but as I looked around at the three, seriously strong men walking beside me, I felt extremely blessed. They were here for me. To protect me, and make sure Grady––or whatever the fuckityshitbitch his name was––was taken care of, so I could be safe.

  Sutton had always been the only person in my life that I could rely on. Our family had been okay, but they were stuck in their ways, and whatever affection they showed was minimal.