by Selena Scott
She didn’t say it back, but for Jackson, that was okay. He felt it in the way they came together. He felt it in the way their bodies fit with one another. They were mates, and with that, love inevitably followed. If she didn’t love him yet, she would. For the first time in his life, he was utterly certain.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was Sunday dinner and every member of Jackson’s family was present and accounted for. It was the best Sunday dinner of his life. Mostly because since he’d started sleeping with Kaya earlier in the week, every single day had been the best day of his life since then. But also because tomorrow was the full moon and for the first time in living memory, Jackson wasn’t dreading it.
His family had greeted the news of his non-full-moon shift with joy and relief and many wonderings over why now? And what had changed? He and Kaya still hadn’t told anyone about the two of them and Jackson felt that perhaps they were both waiting for the full moon to pass. He’d have a good shift, a calm shift, with his brothers and Bauer and everyone would be so relieved and excited for him that the news that he and Kaya were dating would barely be a blip on the radar.
Or something.
Or maybe they were just too chickenshit to tell their family. Or, most likely, they were having such a good time, just the two of them in their little bubble of dating and getting to know one another and sex, that they were reticent to let anyone else in.
For instance, right at that very moment, Kaya caught his eye across the dinner table and nudged her fork off the table with one elbow. With an almost absurdly innocent look on her face she ducked down to get it.
Jackson almost groaned aloud. She was teasing him about the fantasy he’d revealed. About getting head during Sunday dinner. He put a dry expression on his face and waited for her to resurface, to smirk at him about her joke. But then a soft hand slicked over the bulge between his legs and Jackson jumped so much he almost spilled his soup.
“Jackson! Are you all right?” his mother asked.
“Yeah. Um.” Fuck. “Charley horse.”
He reached under the table and made a show of rubbing out his calf.
Kaya resurfaced on the other side, holding up her fork and looking like she might pop a blood vessel to keep from laughing. Jackson couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss her or spank her. Maybe both.
He got his chance at retribution when the group retired into the living room to watch a movie by the fire. Luckily the volume was up all the way to the top, so Jackson didn’t worry at all when he grabbed Kaya’s arm on her way back from the bathroom. He ducked them both into the pantry behind the kitchen.
“Jacks!” she whisper-laughed. “What are you doing?”
“Did you enjoy teasing me at dinner?” he asked, turning her around so that her back was to his front. He dropped open-mouthed kisses on her neck, brushing her hair to the side. She’d been wearing it down a lot more often and he couldn’t get enough of it. He was taking handfuls of it and burying his face whenever he could.
“Very much,” she said impishly.
He pulled her hands out of his own hair, where she’d been reaching back to, and placed them on the pantry shelf in front of her. “Well, I’m glad you had your fun. Because I’m about to have mine.”
His hands were hungrier than they’d ever been with her before, but he’d been upping the ante little by little over the week and he knew she could take it. Better than that, he knew that she’d tell him if she couldn’t. He roughly massaged her breasts over her sweater and then dipped a hand into her yoga pants, feeling her wetness through her panties, and then shoving the panties aside and pausing, waiting for permission.
“Jackson,” she gasped. “We can’t.”
“We can’t, or we shouldn’t?”
“What if someone finds us?”
“Then we’ll explain that we’re dating and I can’t keep my fucking hands off of you.”
She bit her lip and looked up at him. “We’ll have to be quick.”
He groaned in relief that she’d said yes and sank two fingers into her, twisting and rubbing and opening her up for him. Quick didn’t mean that he could skimp on foreplay. She was the tightest woman he’d ever been with and it was deeply important to him that she was always ready when he took her.
He worked her clit with one hand and pushed into her channel with the other. His mouth he clamped onto hers, trailing down to her neck and shoulders and ear. When she started whimpering into his mouth, when his hand was wet to the palm, he figured it was time to get the show on the road.
He pushed her underwear and her yoga pants down to mid-thigh, unzipped his pants, and slid a condom on, putting the wrapper in his pocket. He pushed his own pants down a few inches and laid a palm on her back, pushing her forward a bit. “We can’t move much in here, baby. So, you’re gonna have to just come on it as best as you can.”
She laughed but it trailed into a gasp when he lined himself up and pushed into her. They’d slept together six times in the last four days but every single time was devastating to his senses. She was the hottest, tightest, wettest, most perfect pussy of his life and he knew it wasn’t simply because of the way she was built—it was because it was her. His mate.
“I love you,” he groaned, the way he always did when he was inside her, stroking into her only a few inches at a time. She was grinding herself back on him and gripping the shelf for dear life. He knew they were making too much noise so he pushed into her to the hilt and held, a solid presence inside of her while his fingers painted circles over her clit. It only took a few moments of nudges from his hips and circles from his fingers until she was arching her back and going up to her tiptoes, her pussy clamping down on him so hard he saw stars.
But there wasn’t enough room for him to get the friction he needed, and besides, it was too loud. So Jackson gripped the base of the condom and pulled out from her. Seeming to understand his dilemma instantly, Kaya whirled around, flames in her eyes. She yanked the condom off of him and fell to her knees, taking him by the hips and swallowing him down farther than she ever had. Just when he thought she’d taken all she could, she took another, final inch and he felt her nose against his midsection. He took her by the hair and looked down at her in the dim light.
The image seared itself into his brain. Her big, blue eyes blinking up at him, his entire dick disappeared into her mouth, her hair everywhere. He pulled out and thrust into her mouth once, twice, she gagged on the last one but didn’t let him go anywhere, swallowing him down again. And that’s when he lost it.
“I love you. I love you,” he whispered over and over as he came down her throat.
She stood up and kissed his mouth. He shivered when he tasted himself there. They put each other back together and Jackson opened the pantry door, checking to make sure the coast was clear. She went to the bathroom first to wash up and then made her way to the living room. He did the same and found his place on the floor of the living room, next to the fire, his eyes on the television like absolutely nothing was up. Nothing at all.
“Where have you been?” Seth asked, nudging Jackson with his socked foot.
“Client called. Sick cat.” The lie was simple, which was the only reason it worked. Because it didn’t sound natural coming out of his lips. He wanted to tell the family the truth. Well, not the whole truth. They probably didn’t need to know that he’d just fucked Kaya thirty feet from them. But he wanted to tell them the rest.
Then he looked up and caught her eye across the room. Her eyebrows were raised at his lie. “Pussy cat?” she mouthed, cocking her head to the side in a deceptively innocent way.
Jackson looked away, trying to smother his laughter but failing. He looked up to see Raphael eyeing him suspiciously.
“What is up with you these days, dude?”
“Are we just talking through the movie?” Nat asked the group. “Cuz, that’s fine if that’s what we’re doing. But somebody tell me now so that I don’t tear my hair out.”
Raphael laug
hed and tucked Nat into his side. “Yes, we’re talking through the movie as long as Jackson tells us what the hell is going on with him. He’s been acting like a freak for a month and we’ve all been waiting for him to explain what’s going on. But he isn’t giving up the goods, so now I want to hear it. Movie or not.”
Jackson stretched out, his feet warming by the fire, and looked around at his brothers’ faces, at his mother’s face. They were all looking at him now, obviously sharing the same sentiments that Raphael was expressing. Varying levels of concern greeted him in each face he looked at, besides Bauer, who had his eyes glued to the TV screen, pretending that none of this was his business, and Kaya, who was blinking baby deer eyes at him, pretending to be as curious as the rest.
Jackson stifled another laugh at her innocent act. What a turkey, she was. God, he loved her.
“How have I been acting weird?”
Raphael and Seth tag-teamed the answer immediately, as if they’d been waiting for him to ask exactly a question like that. “You’ve been even more withdrawn than usual.”
“You never come over for dinner anymore.”
“You aren’t calling. You’re barely texting.”
“You’re spending all this time training with Bauer and apparently making huge leaps and bounds—”
“But you haven’t even celebrated with us. I mean, how crazy is that? The one thing you’ve wanted for, like, your entire adult life is finally happening and you haven’t even taken the time to celebrate it?”
“Yeah. I thought that once you finally started to get your shift on track you’d relax some. You’d open up a little, go easier on yourself, but you’ve been even more withdrawn than normal.”
Jackson held up a hand to stop them. He had to shake his head and laugh at the irony of all this. For the first time in his life, Jackson was relaxed. He was proud of himself. He was getting off work at a reasonable hour. He had a fucking girlfriend, for God’s sake. He, Jackson Durant, was in and maintaining a relationship. It was the healthiest he’d been in years but his brothers and mother had absolutely no idea.
He glanced at Kaya and saw that she’d raised her fingernails up to her mouth and was nervously biting them, her eyes glued to Natalie. It would be a lot easier if he could just blurt it all out and explain, but not without Kaya’s permission. Not without her wholehearted excitement. So, instead, he told a half truth.
“Actually, I’ve been doing really well. It’s been a good time for me since Christmas. The best of my life, probably.”
Her eyes tracked back to his and warmed considerably, but he could still feel the nerves pulsing off of her.
“Why? What’s been going on?” Seth asked.
“Do you all remember Officer Woodrow?”
“The cop who showed up the night Race attacked me?” Natalie asked. Everyone else in the room winced, especially Raphael, who tugged her close. It was still hard for everyone to process what had almost happened to her in those woods last year, how close they’d come to losing her. Not so hard for Natalie, though, who plowed on without hesitation. “He was awesome. Didn’t say anything about the fact that Raph was naked.”
“Right,” Jackson said. “Something about that stuck in my mind. Wouldn’t a cop ask more questions about that? I figured that he would, unless he already knew the answers without having to ask.”
“You think he knew Raph was a shifter?” Seth asked, although the tone of his voice implied that he, too, had already come to the same conclusion.
Jackson nodded. “But all’s well that ends well and the whole thing ended without him bringing it up. But about eight months ago, he came to the vet clinic with his parrot. I treated the bird and sent him on his way. A couple weeks later he was back with his dog. Then there was a hare, a hawk, even a fox.”
“Wow,” whistled Sarah. “That’s… very weird.”
“He told me that he and his wife, Shelly, are running a rehabilitation and rescue center for animals out at their farm. I looked into it and sure enough, they were more than certified, both of them. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected less from a law enforcement agent, but I was impressed when I visited the first time. They must have put a lot of money into the facilities because they’re beautiful and clean. They do good work.”
Jackson gathered his thoughts for a second, and for the first time, looked at his mother, really looked at her. She looked terribly nervous, like he was about to reveal something that would age her ten years. For a moment, he felt awful, but then he glanced down. She’d surreptitiously reached over and taken Bauer’s hand. The two of them were laced together, drawing strength from one another. It surprised Jackson to see it, but it also surprised him that it didn’t hurt at all. He liked seeing his mother supported in this way. It was new and would take getting used to, but it was so good for her. For all of them.
One by one, he looked around at the faces of all the people who’d stood by him over the years. In just a short matter of time, his family had changed so much. They’d gone from being a family of loners, guarding their secrets at all costs, to being partnered up, living rich lives filled with love and purpose.
He took a deep breath. He had to let them in. “It took a while for me to figure out, but a few weeks ago I finally realized what was going on at Ben and Shelly’s. They’re not running an animal rehab center. They’re running a shifter rehab center.”
It was like someone had pressed pause on his family. For a long minute, no one even blinked, except for Kaya, who glanced nervously at all the faces around her.
“You’re kidding,” Raph eventually said. “That’s fucking awesome.”
Jackson laughed, letting out a long breath. “Yeah. It actually really is. They take care of animals there as well, but it turns out that most of the animals that Ben had brought to me at the vet’s clinic over the year have been shifters in their animal forms. It was safer to bring them to a vet than to bring them in their human forms to ERs where they might get reported. And it was safest yet to bring them to a vet who he knew for sure had a brother who was a shifter. He figured I wouldn’t have a huge interest in blowing the horn on shifters.”
“Holy shit,” Natalie said. “This is insane. There’s a shifter safehouse right here in Boulder? Did you know that?” She directed her question at Bauer.
He cleared his throat. “I’d heard there was one in the area. Though I’m pretty sure it was much smaller then. That’s what I thought this place was. Where else would have wolf shifters running in and out of the house?”
“Hold the phone. Are you two holding hands?” Raphael asked, leaning forward suddenly, his eyes squinting at Bauer and Elizabeth.
For the second time in two minutes, the room record-scratched.
Bauer and Elizabeth whipped their heads around to look at one another, their eyes wide and their cheeks red. Immediately, they broke into laughter.
“Well,” Elizabeth said. “Yes. We are.”
“Are you…” Seth started, trying to get his thoughts together. “Dating?”
“Yes. We are,” Elizabeth repeated.
“Holy shit,” Natalie repeated. Then she jumped to her feet and clapped her hands. “This is incredible! Congratulations!”
Seth leaned over and slapped some cash into Raphael’s hand, who smugly slipped it into his back pocket.
“We were trying to figure out a time to tell you boys,” Bauer muttered, rising up to shake hands with Raph and Seth, who’d strode over to hug their mother. “Except for Jackson. He knew a long time ago.”
The twins rounded on their older brother. “What the fuck!”
Bauer cleared his throat. “I had to ask for somebody’s blessing. He was the one who I knew would give it to me.”
“Really?” Jackson asked, a smile on his face. “That was your reasoning?”
Bauer shrugged. “Figured you knew me well enough at this point to know my intentions were good.”
Jackson was touched. That was as good as Bauer saying he loved him. It surpri
sed Jackson in that moment to realize that he loved the old man right back. When he’d met him all those years ago, he’d been suspicious and hateful. He’d wanted him gone. His relationship with Bauer had changed as much as the rest of his family had. There was room in his heart for the risk of loving someone. There was more than enough room.
The group went around, hugging and laughing, congratulating Bauer and Elizabeth, trying to wrap their heads around this new development. And when they all settled back into their seats, Bauer forewent the rocker he’d been occupying. He sat dead next to Elizabeth, their clasped hands resting on her knee.
“Okay. Wow. Where were we?” Raphael asked, looking for all the world like the earth had just tipped on its axis.
“Jackson was telling us about the Woodrows,” Kaya said in a quiet voice. He held her eyes for a long moment before clearing his throat and starting again.
“Right. Anyhow, a couple of weeks ago, I figured it out because of a one-eyed goose.”
The room sort of burst into laughter and for a moment, Jackson was a little startled. He wasn’t used to making rooms burst into laughter and to his knowledge, he hadn’t told a joke.
“Literally,” he said, clarifying.
That made them laugh harder and he looked to Kaya for help. But she was absolutely zero help as she’d simply clamped her hands over her mouth as her shoulders silently shook. She finally gathered breath. “You should see your face,” she said. “You look so confused.”
Well, that was probably because he was confused. He shook his head, waiting for their laughter to subside. “I know that sounds like the punchline to a dumb joke or something, but yeah. I recognized him from the news.”
“Oh. Shit.” Mirth fell from Seth’s face. “I heard about that. He was the shifter who got attacked last month, wasn’t he? The one who lost an eye?”
“Yeah.”
The laughter stopped abruptly, replaced with a somber understanding that Jackson knew he didn’t need to spell out to anyone in this room, but did so anyways. He had a point to make.