Going Down on the River: Chosen Book 25

by J. D. Light

His fingers flexed on my hips, letting me know he was just as turned on as I was. Not that I couldn't see that, since his dick was so hard it was poking him in the bellybutton and leaking pre-come everywhere.

  He moved me, pressing the fronts of his thighs to the backs of mine, and leaned down to take my mouth.

  His hands landed on my elbows where they were spread out next to me, and he slowly slipped down to my hands, taking the bottle of lube I'd completely forgotten about. He moved forward pressing his chest to mine, and I moaned, loving the way our skin felt rubbing together.

  Bracing himself on one arm, he managed to pop the top on the lube and squeezed some out before snaking it between our bodies and pressing his fingers to my hole.

  His mouth worked mine beautifully, as he played with the wrinkled skin down below, before pressing one finger inside, making us both moan.

  "Damn, Loge, you're so fucking hot and tight," he groaned, lips still pressed against mine.

  He took my mouth again, working that finger in and out before adding a second.

  He pulled his mouth from mine, following the line of my jaw, kissing his way to my neck, before moving down to where he'd put his mark on my shoulder.

  He hummed, licking at the flesh there.

  "After tonight, this is going to be real," he whispered, lightly grazing it with his fangs, making me whimper.

  "I'm such an idiot," I grumbled, shaking my head again. "I should have realized I was your mate when you made that mark. You wouldn't have been able to get off with anyone but your mate." I chuckled, softly. "I guess I had other things on my mind, though."

  I felt him smirk against my skin, just as he added a third finger to my opening, stretching me wide enough to make it sting.

  "Fuck," I groaned, pressing my ass further onto his hand as he moved his mouth lower, licking at my collarbone and then even lower to take one of my beaded nipples into his mouth. "Stop!" I yelled, quickly reaching between us to clamp a hand down on my erection, nearly squeezing the life out of it so that I wouldn't blow. "Oh fuck," I whined, letting my head roll on the pillow.

  "Are you ready, Loge?" he asked softly, but I could hear the slight amusement in his tone.

  "We'll see how much you’re laughing when it's you."

  Pulling his fingers from my ass, he gripped his dick, working lube over the hard, gorgeous rod. He lined it up, pressing his tip to my stretched hole and pressed inside, oh, so slowly.

  We both breathed hard once he was all the way inside, and I bit my bottom lip, a giddy laugh escaping.

  After a few moments, we both started moving. He pulled out and pressed in, and I met him halfway with a satisfying thwack of skin meeting skin. The heat in my ass built with every brush of his dick against my prostate, and soon my balls started pulling tight as my tailbone tingled.

  I met him with a couple more thrusts, and I yelled as my dick erupted and my body bowed.

  My ass clamped down on his dick, milking him dry, and he grunted above me, his body going slightly rigid.

  Leaning down, he sank his teeth into the same spot he'd marked before, and I grunted as more seed left my body to splash between us, and I felt his dick give another jerky pulse, telling me he'd made it too.

  I felt the tears build and roll out of the corners of my eyes, and I felt like such a crybaby. I'd cried so much that day already. I didn't think I had any tears left, but the ones rolling into my hairline begged to differ.

  "Loge, are you okay?"

  "Fuck yes," I choked out, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I can't believe I almost fucked this up. I can't believe I almost didn't get this moment. Do you feel it? Do you feel how connected we are?"

  "Yes," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and then brushing our noses together. "And I firmly believe we would have figured it out eventually. I love you so damn much. There was no way I was ever going to leave your side, though it would have been tough if you found someone else to be with."

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" I laugh-cried out. "I knew I was going to die alone. There is no way I would have ever found someone to love as much as I love you."

  "I love you too, Loge," he whispered, and I felt a tear that definitely wasn't mine fall on my cheek. I looked back into those pretty green eyes to find them full of moisture.

  Later when we'd cleaned up, and were back in bed, snuggling like we had the night before, but this time with our whole bodies touching, since we no longer worried if the other knew they were turning us on––it actually made things a little better if they did know––River ran his fingers over the back of my hand where it rested on his chest.

  "I wonder if Axel will let us buy this cabin?" he asked quietly, turning his head to look at me. "Would you want to live here, Loge? With me?"

  "Well, we're going to have to live somewhere," I said helpfully. "I'm not moving back in with all of those damn shifters. I'm living wherever you live. I honestly don't care that much about details."

  ***

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" Recker whispered, staring in shock at the screen. "What happened?"

  "One of his fans stumbled into him, and the security guard overreacted. Kennedy tried to step in and help his fan, but the security guard got pissed. There was a little bit of a tussle, and he basically got thrown into a group of people." Meyer slid more pictures onto the coffee table, giving Recker a sympathetic look. "He was fine, but his shirt got ripped off in the melee, and this became visible."

  He nodded, and I thought everyone in the room felt bad for teasing him before. The look on his face wasn't that of a man who'd witnessed something bad happen to a celebrity he had a crush on. It was the face of the man who was terrified for somebody he cared about.

  "Where is he?" Recker asked, standing quickly.

  Grayson cleared his throat. "From what we can tell, he's gone back to his hometown in Colorado to recover."

  "I thought you said he wasn’t injured!" Recker said, walking around in a circle, frantically looking for… something.

  "He's not, but he needs a little time to get his shit together. The whole thing scared the fuck out of him," Meyers said.

  I almost felt sorry for the big gruff man. When he'd originally presented the story to Recker, it had been because he knew the man was a fan, and finding out the star was a chosen had shocked everyone. They were already planning to send somebody to look after him, since he was chosen, and his bodyguards were absolutely worthless at their jobs, but as soon as they saw the look on Recker's face, the mood had changed completely.

  "I just got off the phone with Hollyster," Rowe said, coming back into the room. "He'll have a private plane ready for you when you get to the airport."

  "Reck, is Kennedy your mate?" Meyers asked, looking nervous.

  "I'm not sure, Meyers." He moved toward the hall and his temporary room, turning to look at us over his shoulder. "Obviously, I haven't smelled him yet, since I've never met him, but I know the idea of somebody grabbing him fills me with the type of dread I don't know I've ever felt before."

  "I'm sorry, man. I didn't know."

  "I know. But it was actually a good thing you showed me. I've been trying to avoid the news lately anyway. I'm always scared I'm going to see him with some other guy." He shook his head, frowning. "I probably should have picked up on how weird that was a long time ago."

  Meanwhile in Purdy

  Davis glanced up, catching me watching him from across Bunny's Diner… and jerked, sloshing his tea over the table.

  I smirked as he set about trying to clean the mess up, nearly spilling the drink two more times as he moved the cup around and away from the mess.

  Bennett gently sat the car seat he was carrying up next to me on the counter, where I'd stopped to talk to Bunny when I'd first walked in the door. I hadn't moved yet, enjoying instead, watching Davis as his nervousness caused him to be a bit clumsier than he usually was.

  "Why is my son being so twitchy?" Bennett asked, checking to make sure Lexington was still sleeping
before turning to lean against the counter next to me.

  I rolled my eyes. The other leopard shifter was always trying to claim that he'd adopted my mate, and even though I knew he hadn't, I couldn't help the surge of possessive irritation that anyone tried to claim my mate as anything other than mine.

  "He's being twitchy?" I asked, snickering when the man in question tried to pretend to casually look at his phone, and dropped it on the corner of his cup, sending the thing and the small amount of liquid that was still left in it flying. "He thinks he's hiding something from me. And he's definitely trying, but sneaky and secretive he's not."

  "Oh, good Lord," Bennett groaned, probably thinking the same thing I was about my freaking adorable mate. The man should never try to have a secret. He was absolutely hopeless at keeping his mouth shut, and apparently, the guilt made him a mess. "What's he trying to hide?"

  My stomach dipped in excitement and happiness, and by the goofy smile on Bennett's face as he watched me, I probably looked absolutely besotted with my ridiculous mate. "Well, he doesn't think I know that he stopped taking his birth control about a month ago. And he doesn't think that I know he bought a pregnancy test yesterday, which he accidentally dropped out of his grocery bag when he pulled the bananas out." I groaned, my body tensing when Davis slipped in his own spilled tea mess as he moved toward the bathroom, probably going to get paper towels. "If he's being this dangerous, I'm betting he took the test, and now he has to tell me before he has to start going to the doctor."

  "Holy shit." Bennett dropped his head forward into the palm of his hand. "I failed that child." After a sigh and a pause, Bennett looked up at me, a bit concerned. "Are you mad?"

  I cringed when my mate came rushing back to the table and slipped in the same damn puddle he'd slipped in on the way out.

  Sighing, in relief when he finally managed to get the paper towels down on the mess, I chuckled, shaking my head. "No. How could I be mad at him for very long?"

  He was just so sweet and adorable. Even his crazy rambling that always managed to turn PG-13 out of nowhere was incredibly endearing.

  "Do you want kids?" Bennett asked, looking between my sweet mate and me, as Davis dropped his handful of paper towels over the spill… and they immediately soaked through.

  "Yeah. That's what makes it even funnier that he's trying to hide it."

  Thankfully, one of the waitresses came out of the back with a mop bucket and a wet floor sign, shooing my mate away, so he could go sit down at another table safely.

  "We talked about having kids in the beginning," I continued, watching as Davis sank into his chair at a table a little further down the row, nearly toppling the chair next to him. "And we almost started right away, but then he decided he wanted to teach for a while first since he never got a chance to when he was living with his father. I don't know why he's trying to hide it."

  I snickered as he apologized to the chair, making sure it was completely stable like a drunk friend before relaxing into his own seat.

  "Maybe you should let him know that you know," Bennett said, smirking as his mate pulled the chair out that Davis had been minutes away from holding it's hair in the bathroom, and then put the car seat holding Hunt in the seat on the other side. "He's kinda a danger to himself right now, and the stress can't be good for the baby."

  "I know," I grumbled, pursing my lips. "He's just so fucking cute when he's like this."

  Bennett nodded. "That he is." He turned and grabbed Lexington, and we both started when we found the little beauty glaring up at him.

  I tried not to laugh when Bennett glared back at her, grumbling about how he was going to ship her off to some kind of Be Nice to Your Daddy camp if she didn't stop glaring at him all the time.

  When it was clear neither of them were going to give, I took her and the car seat and carried them over to the table, setting her in a chair next to her brother, and smiling when she immediately reached out and put her hand over Hunt's where it was gripping the edge of his seat while he slept.

  "What are you up to?" Thompsyn asked, drawing my attention away from Lexington who was incredibly charming, even in her scowling.

  "Nothing!" Davis barked, chest bumping the table and rocking the whole thing. Thankfully there weren't any drinks on it that time. "Why? Do I look like I'm up to something? I'm just uncomfortable. It's hot and humid and my balls are sticking to my leg." He wiggled in his seat as if to prove his point. "I should probably switch to boxer briefs, or even just briefs, but I don't like it when the bands dig into my skin."

  I licked my teeth, trying not to laugh as I pulled out my chair. Bennett chuckled, lacing his hands together and putting his elbows on the table and dropping his chin onto the interlaced fingers, presumably to watch the show.

  Thomsyn blinked at my mate, looking a bit concerned before clearing his throat. "I was actually talking to Bennett. He looks like he's into something."

  "Oh," Davis said, blushing beautifully and swallowing hard, before turning to me and whispering. "Did I just tell everyone in Bunny's that my balls are stuck to my leg?"

  "And what kind of underwear you wear," Bennett supplied helpfully, batting his eyelashes happily.

  Davis groaned, dropping his face into his palms. "I'm going to embarrass my child." His head popped up quickly, making Thomsyn jump. "Or children!" Davis said, eyes wide as he turned to look at me. "When––if! If we have them. Our future, possible, someday children."

  My lips twitched, but I finally managed a thoughtful look as I turned and looked into my mate's eyes. "Hmm. You think we'll have children?"

  "That's mean," Bennett said gleefully, while Thompsyn narrowed his eyes, his gaze running over every face at the table before widening in realization, and he turned his head, trying to hide a smile.

  "You want children, right?" Davis asked, almost frantically, not noticing anyone else at the table just then. "We talked about this. You didn't change your mind, did you?"

  He looked so worried, my stomach flipped, and I opened my mouth to comfort him, but Bennett beat me to it.

  "Oh, I can't take this," the leopard said, his eyes wide and nearly brimming with tears as he watched my mate fidget. "He knows you’re pregnant."

  "What?" Davis squeaked, looking at Bennett in shock before turning to me. "What? You know? How?" He shook his head quickly. "I haven't told anyone."

  "Which is honestly a bit of a miracle," Bennett said truthfully, tilting his head with an adoring look on his face.

  I reached out, cupping his neck and running my fingers into the hair on the back of his head. "Your scent changed slightly when you stopped taking your birth control and you clogged the toilet when you flushed them." I smirked, shaking my head. "Maybe don't try to put plastic bags down the drain anymore." I chuckled when he cringed. "Also, I probably wouldn't have seen the test yesterday if you hadn't bobbled it for a whole ten seconds before kicking it across the floor a couple of times while in pursuit."

  Bennett threw his head back and laughed, making his daughter turn her unrelenting glare on him, while Thompsyn chuckled softly, reaching out to rub her chubby little hand where it still held her brother's.

  "Are you mad?" Davis asked quietly, blinking at me from under his brows as his chin seemed to get lower and lower.

  "No, Hotstuff." He gasped softly when I reached out and plucked him out of his seat, settling him on my lap. "I don't really know why you thought you needed to hide it from me, but I'm not mad."

  He buried his face in my neck, nuzzling under my beard before speaking directly against my skin. "I had a dream and it freaked me out. I dreamed I wouldn't be able to have a baby, and it was like I really needed to know whether or not I could. I was off of the birth control pills for about a week when I realized I was being crazy. I thought about going and getting more to get back on them, but then I was worried I might have gotten pregnant during that time and I wasn't sure if birth control would hurt the baby, so I decided to wait and make sure I wasn't pregnant… but I was."
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  I stroked his back, rubbing my beard against the side of his face, smiling at Bennett and Thompsyn who both looked like they might be on the verge of tears, and Bennett reached out, covering Thompsyn's hand where he had settled his next to Lexington and Hunt's, his pinky hooked over top of the two chubby little paws.

  Between the sweet picture their little family made, and my worried mate in my lap, I was on the verge of tears too.

  "Are you ready for a baby, Hotstuff?" I asked, squeezing him a little tighter. "It doesn't sound like you were planning it. Not really."

  Davis pulled back, looking pleadingly into my eyes. "I am," he whispered. "I know I shouldn't make big decisions like this because of a dream, and I know I really messed up by letting it be the reason I'm now pregnant––" He gasped, his eyes lighting up just before a giggle escaped. "I'm pregnant," he whispered in awe. " We're going to have a baby." He blinked, a frown creasing his forehead. "Are you ready, Ward?"

  I pressed a kiss to his sweet mouth, smiling softly when he sighed. "I would have knocked you up from the very beginning, Hotstuff. I was just waiting until you were ready."

  "So, we're going to have a baby." His eyes got wide and his face paled slightly. "Oh shit. We're gonna have a baby. I've been so worried about telling you, I didn't really get a chance to freak out about the fact that I'm going to have a baby!" He gripped my shirt, looking directly at me, but I was pretty sure he wasn't seeing me at all.

  "I'm going to give birth." He gasped and then cringed. "It's going to hurt." He shook me hard. "We're going to have to have lots and lots of sex. Or do you think that will hurt the baby? Can you have sex while pregnant?" He looked up at the ceiling like he was trying to see something in his head. "I've never really thought about it, but what if you poke the baby in the head?"

  Bennett shrugged. "When you get super close, you'll want to stop, because you won't be comfortable." He pumped his eyebrows in the air a couple of times, his smile going crooked. "But blowjobs. We did it all the way up until like a week before the twins were born and they both have perfect little heads."