Secret Daddy

by Liam Kingsley

  “I’m okay.”

  Gavin crouched and put a hand on my forehead. “Get ready for bed, Brock. I’ll be up in a minute,” he said before turning all of his attention back to me. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” He looped an arm around my back.

  “I’m fine, really, I can walk—” But Gavin easily hoisted me up in his arms then started carrying me to my room. “Oh, this is good too, I guess.” I laughed and looped my arms around his neck.

  “You ever felt like this before?” he asked cautiously as he lay me down gently on my futon.

  “Mhm,” I murmured, my lips shut tight.

  “With Brock, huh?” He pulled the covers up to my chest. I cleared my throat and gave him a look to say shut it.

  “It’s way too early for that,” I told him.

  “I mean… Your heat did stop pretty much right after, right? I noticed your scent had changed.”

  I waved him off. “Even if I was… Even if I am… No need to have this conversation now, or for another few weeks, alright?” I knew I sounded kind of snappy and I grimaced, but Gavin gave me an understanding nod and ran a hand over my shoulder.

  “I’m going to help Brock to bed. Anything I should know?”

  “If you can get him into bed without playing video games, you’ll be my hero.”

  “Consider it done.”

  As soon as he left the room I must have fallen right to sleep. I didn’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up with a start. Gavin wasn’t in the bed next to me. The house was silent.

  I hauled myself out of bed and was gratefully not dizzy. I padded my way up the stairs and found Brock’s bedroom light shining into the hallway.

  Should have known better. I was sure I was going to walk in and find the two of them playing a video game, and then I’d look at the clock and find that it was four in the morning. Instead, what I saw when I stood in the doorway was Gavin sitting beside Brock who was tucked up tight in his bed, and two of them were laughing and telling stories.

  Gavin held a sketchbook of Brock’s, and Brock was pointing out the monsters and different types of plants he’d drawn in there.

  “This one is a plant that gets all of its power from the wind instead of the sun.”

  “I love that one,” Gavin said, pointing to a picture.

  “That’s a-a— That one’s a Pegasus but with other kinds of powers,” Brock stuttered in a way that meant he was equal parts tired and excited.

  “Very cool. I hope I dream about that one tonight,” Gavin said.

  Brock chuckled, and I watched as his eyelids started to slip shut. “Hm, me too.”

  “Sleep well, Brock,” Gavin said as he closed the book.

  “I love you, Gavin,” Brock mumbled.

  My heart swelled, and then I physically began to shake as Gavin smiled down at our son and whispered, “I love you too.”

  I was shocked at how it sounded like the most natural thing in the world. The two of them seemed so in sync. Without meaning to, I cleared my throat and Gavin looked up. He smiled at me warmly, and motioned for me to come in.

  “Sorry we took so long, we were talking about art and monsters,” he said quietly.

  Brock sleepily peeled his eyes open. “Goodnight, Dad. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Brocky,” I whispered as I leaned down and planted a kiss on each of his plump cheeks.

  As Brock closed his eyes again, Gavin reached out and took my hand. I gave his grip a little squeeze, then led him out, switching off the light and closing the door behind us.

  “You alright with the stairs?” he asked as we padded down the stairwell.

  “I’m feeling one hundred percent better, but if you’re offering to carry me again, I won’t say no.” In one swift motion, Gavin lifted me up into his arms. I let out a loud laugh and he chuckled as he raced down the stairs to my bedroom. We fell into bed with a heavy thud and he immediately planted little kisses all over my face.

  “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

  I tilted my head to the side and accepted kisses down my neck. He slid his hands up the inside of my hoodie and gently tugged it off. Before I could even think about kissing him, he trailed his lips down my torso, pecking sweetly at my collarbones.

  “Still feel okay?” he asked gently as he looked up at me.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, too interested in running my hands over his shoulders and greedily squeezing his muscles through the thin fabric of his baseball tee.

  “Good… Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he said before tracing a line of kisses down my belly. I let out a deep sigh and relaxed back against the futon, feeling my whole body melting under his touch. As he flicked his tongue at the space above my belly button, my slick started to flow—nowhere near as heavily as last time, but he inhaled deeply, and then let out a satisfied moan.

  My cock throbbed at the sound, thickening significantly as he reached for the waistband of my sweats and tugged at them. I lifted my hips so he could wriggle them off my body, and then I lay there in the dark, naked, watching his every move. His body was perfected silhouetted against the bright moonlight shining through the window, and I gazed hungrily at the outline of his muscular frame.

  Gavin continued kissing where he’d left off, nibbling and licking around my belly button. The dark scruff on his chin scratched at my soft skin and I reflexively bucked my hips. With a grin, held me in place, my hip bones jutting into his meaty palms. I experimented with squirming around, only to find his grip was unwavering, and then I suddenly felt his lips pressing against the underside of my cock.

  “Oh fuck!” I took in a desperate breath as he lapped with broad, warm strokes along my length. No one had ever done that before, and I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. “That’s… Oh my god, that’s…”

  Gavin chuckled before taking the head of my dick into his mouth. I grabbed at the sheets, and without any thought tried to thrust more of my cock past those soft lips, but Gavin kept me pressed against the bed. I whimpered in frustration, ready to beg, but he chuckled again, and then started to suck.

  “That’s so fucking good,” I managed to groan as he began bobbing up and down, taking an extra inch with every move. Soon enough, he was taking all of my cock into his warm mouth and I was desperately gasping for air. I grabbed at his hair with one hand while holding tightly to the sheets with my other. I moaned and writhed, going slightly crazy, but just as heat began to infuse my balls he pulled up, the head of my cock decadently popping free.

  “Do you want to fuck?” I asked, thinking that was why he’d stopped.

  Gavin grinned. “No. I just want to drive you wild.”

  I practically snarled at him, proving how wild he was already making me. Gavin laughed, and then took his t-shirt off before gripping my cock and slowly sliding his hand from base to tip. It wasn’t his mouth but it still felt good.

  “Faster,” I whispered.

  “Just wait.” He urged my legs open, and then before I actually knew what he was going to do, he pushed his thumb into my slick hole. My muscles instinctively clenched, and I felt light headed again, but this time with a surge of pleasure.

  “Oh god.”

  He jerked my cock with the same rhythm as he pushed his thumb in and out of my hole. Within seconds everything felt like one, warm massage, flowing from inside my ass, down through my balls, and up to the very tip of my cock. I strained for breath, feeling like I could come any moment.

  “Do you want to come?” Gavin asked softly, as though reading my mind.

  I gasped and nodded, and then stuffed a fistful of the sheets into my mouth, trying to muffle my frantic moans.

  He groaned, obviously pleased with my response, and started to jerk me off faster while pushing his thumb deeper in and out of my wet hole. My stomach tightened and my legs started to shake, and I became one big mess of sensation.

  “Come for me. C’mon, come for me, Kyle. Come for me.” The authori
ty in his voice pushed me over the edge. I arched my back and closed my eyes as I struggled to hold in a deep, guttural moan. My cock throbbed in his hand and pulsed ropes of cum over my belly while a warm, sweet orgasm rolled through my body.

  I gasped for air and fell back against the bed, arms and legs totally limp. But just as I was melting into the aftershocks of release, Gavin let go of my cock. I heard the sound of a zipper and glanced down to see that he’d pulled his dick out of his jeans and was jerking it hard and fast. In the shadows, I could see his grip was tight and strong around his thick rod. My cock twitched lazily and a small thrill ran through my body.

  Gavin’s thumb was covered in my slick, which shone wetly as he slathered it over his cock. He let out a gruff grunt of pleasure and started to pump his dick even faster. I bit down on my bottom lip and watched, transfixed, as he leaned forward and angled his cock so the tip was almost resting against my half-hard, completely satisfied dick.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck yes!”

  With a furious thrust of his hips, Gavin started to come. His cock shot load after load of creamy cum all over my dick, spraying my abdomen and mixing with my own ejaculate, and I moaned at the thrill of being covered in our molten juices.

  Gavin shook out the last of his come and gave a satisfied groan as he sat back on his heels. “You’re incredible,” he whispered as he ran his hands over my legs.

  “Uh, you did all the work.”

  He chuckled. “Trust me, it wouldn’t be that good without you.”

  After we got cleaned up, Gavin slid into bed beside me and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me into a warm embrace. I lay my head against his chest and let out a soft, satisfied sigh. All of my muscles felt heavy and relaxed, and I was ready to fall asleep. Gavin traced his fingers along my arm, soothing me even more.

  “I could get used to this,” he said softly.

  “Me too,” I said sleepily. “I’m really glad you found us. Or we found you.”

  “So am I.”

  “I think Brock is really glad too,” I added.

  “He’s really a great kid. You did a good job on your own.”

  An oppressive sadness moved through me. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to raise Brock with Gavin by my side…

  “Do you think this is a mistake?” I asked, suddenly wide awake.

  “What? No, I want to be in his life—”

  “No, I mean, you and me. What if things don’t work out between us?” I asked in a voice that was barely audible.

  “We’re fated mates,” Gavin said gently as he smoothed a hand over my back. “I wish I could show you exactly what that means. How special it is.”

  “I wish you could too.”

  “I’m going to be here for you and Brock no matter what. Even if things didn’t work out between us, I want to be part of his life.”

  “Mm.” I nodded and started to relax again. “I suppose we should tell him why you’ll be hanging around so much.”

  Gavin laughed and gave my shoulder a squeeze. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against the top of my head. “I’d love for him to know I’m his father. If you feel ready for it…”

  “Mm.” I nodded again as I started to drift off to sleep. “Soon.”

  9

  Gavin

  October slipped into November, and the weather instantly snapped. Cold winds rolled off the ocean and ripped through Timberwood Cove. The homestead was a little sheltered by the mountains to the north, but I still pulled my long, black overcoat tight around my body as I hurried from my car into my house. Nicole raced behind me and slapped my back to encourage me to hurry up as I fumbled with my keys at the front door.

  We tumbled inside and I pushed all of my weight against the door to get it shut while Nicole unraveled all three of the oversized scarves she was wearing.

  “That wind is insane,” she complained as she hung her scarves on the coat rack and took the shopping bags out of my hands. “And you’re insane. How much stuff did you buy?”

  “Enough to let the kid know I care about him,” I said gruffly as I hung my overcoat then brushed off the twigs and leaves that clung to the fibers.

  “More like, enough to impress your mate that you’re rich,” she said as she hauled the bags to the kitchen table.

  “I’m sure he’s figured that out already,” I said as I ran a hand through my hair and followed her.

  “Yeah, I’m actually sure he knows everything about you, considering how much time you’ve been spending together these last few weeks.” She started unpacking the games and consoles I’d brought Brock.

  “Jealous?” I asked as I went to grab whiskey glasses from the cabinet.

  “Of course I am, I miss you. And I can’t believe you still haven’t organized time for me to get to know my nephew!”

  I sighed and placed the glasses heavily on the bar. “After tonight, Brock will know that this is his pack, and then you can smother him in all of the family-lovin’ you want.”

  “Oh good, I can get back at you for all the ways you’ve corrupted Cole.”

  I laughed and raised my eyebrows at my sister as I reached for a bottle of our favorite whiskey. “Corrupted? Please, that kid is wild enough without my influence.”

  “Rude, but true. And this wind makes him ten times worse. Him and Paco. They’ve been running riot. I had to send them both to Linc’s for the weekend just so I’d have the chance to clean the house.”

  I stopped pouring our drinks and looked at her seriously. “You are a really good mom.”

  Nic waved me off, but a happy grin twitched at the sides of her mouth.

  “You are,” I insisted as I finished pouring off her drink and placed it in front of her. “How did you figure it out?”

  “Oh I didn’t.” She swirled her glass and waited for me to sit with her. “I just made it up as I went along.”

  “That explains why Cole is such a terror,” I quipped with a grin.

  “Rude!” She slapped my arm.

  “But seriously, how did you learn how to do it? The parenting thing?”

  “I am serious. I did just make it up as I went.”

  I looked down at my drink and frowned.

  “Oh,” Nicole said with clarity. “You’re asking how can you learn to be a dad?”

  I cleared my throat and nodded.

  “Well, buying a shitload of presents to celebrate a big day is a good start,” she said as she motioned to the stack of games. “Being consistent is important. Also having a sense of humor. Honestly, anything else is a bonus.”

  “That sounds like the omega basics, though…”

  Nicole swirled her drink again. “I suppose it is. I never had to worry about the alpha side of things, not with Linc around. If I’d had to do it alone I would feel pretty lost since you and I didn’t have an alpha role model.”

  “Right. It’s intimidating. I need to show Brock how to deal with alpha issues, but I was never shown how to do that. I mean, I went off the rails for a bit as a teenager and a young adult. I drank to excess, fucked to distraction, and if it wasn’t for Greer, I probably would have remained that way. I was a mess.”

  “You’re not now. You’ve matured.”

  “If that’s a dig at being old, just remember, you’ll be my age one day.”

  Nicole laughed, but then shook her head. “No. What I mean is, you’ve turned out to be a successful entrepreneur who now has a head on his shoulders.”

  “I know, and most of the time I feel confident with Brock. But what if that changes when he knows I’m his dad? There’s a bigger chance to fuck things up. More on the line.”

  Nicole put a hand on my arm. “You won’t fuck things up. You’re smart, and strong, and capable. And you have a whole pack behind you. Maybe Linc or Jaxon can give you pointers about alpha dad stuff?”

  “Mm.” I nodded, genuinely considering it.

  “More importantly, you have me. And the sooner you organize some time for Brock an
d me to chill, the sooner I can help!”

  I laughed and held up my glass. “To expanding our weird little family.”

  “Cheers to that!”

  With a few glasses of whiskey warming my belly and a hot roast dinner in the oven, I was feeling confident when I heard Kyle’s car in the driveway. Over the last few weeks of spending almost every day together, I’d become attuned to the exact sound of his car engine. My wolf’s ears pricked up and I felt its happiness. This was Kyle and Brock’s first time at my house, and I savored the way that the sound of his tires on the gravel in my driveway made me feel giddy.

  “Come in, come in.” I smiled at him and Brock from the front door as they hurried through my front garden, both of them bundled up in jackets and scarves. All I could see were Kyle’s eyes crinkling as he beamed at me from between the beanie pulled down low over his eyebrows and a scarf that was bundled up as high as his nose. I stopped him in the doorway to kiss his cold, chilled cheeks, and Brock pushed past us into the heat.

  “He’s excited to see you,” Kyle said quietly. “I told him we had some big news to share. He’s going to be so happy.”

  “Does he have any idea what we’re going to talk about,” I asked as I started unwrapping scarves from Kyle’s neck, as if I were unwrapping a gift.

  “I don’t think so,” he replied, and I was caught off guard by how delectable his lips looked as I revealed them. I felt myself pulled forward, and I pressed a soft warm kiss against his cold lips. He moaned and kissed me back, until we heard Brock clearing his throat.

  We chuckled and looked at him as he stood in the hallway with his hands on his hips.

  “Are you going to give us a tour, or what?” he asked impatiently.

  “I am. Just wait while I get your dad unwrapped.”

  “I really want to see your games room!” he exclaimed, shaking out his hands excitedly.

  I gave them a quick tour, and sure enough Brock fell in love with my gaming console. Kyle was impressed with my sound system but didn’t say much else, though he did spend a long time looking up at the high ceilings and at the ornate glasswork. Once Brock got set up in the games room playing the latest releases, I went into the kitchen to tend to the roast.