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Truthfully, I hadn’t counted on anything sexual tonight. My goal had been to get Jai comfortable with his Buttercup again. If that was all we got to tonight, I’d still be the happiest man on the planet.

Jai pulled his arms and then his legs into his torso and, in one graceful movement, was back on all fours. “Yum.”

My cock filled completely.

I moved toward the side of the bed.

He advanced toward me. He met, and held, my gaze.

I nodded.

He grinned, licked his lips, and positioned himself so his lips were a mere inch away from my cock.

I leaned forward to close the distance.

He grasped the base of my shaft, then licked the tip.

Pleasure raced through me. My mind tried to compute the last time this had happened—with a man or a woman—and it drew a blank. Years. So many years.

He swirled his tongue around my crown.

I bucked.

His eyes flashed triumph as he took me into his mouth.

With his enthusiasm, I didn’t need to ask if he was okay with this. I didn’t need to wonder if the power dynamic was off. Because, despite all evidence to the contrary, he was absolutely the one in control of thisencounter. Either of us could call it off, obviously. Neither of us was going to, apparently.

He sucked me deeper, continuing to work me with his tongue. At one point, he speared my slit, and I bucked again.

I placed a hand on his head—both to steady myself, but also to offer gentle encouragement. Oh, and to feel his silky strands under my fingers. A memory invaded—of holding him close and petting him when he’d clearly had a bad day. I’d wondered, of course, but hadn’t asked. Generally, he’d chosen to be nonverbal when he’d played. Plenty of yips, barks, and other doggie sounds—but never actual words. Would he have spilled about his life? I just didn’t have an answer to that question.

He raked his teeth along my length.

I moaned.

His sucking continued with abandon as he continued to bring me all the pleasure.

I had plans for him to come later—if I could stay awake. I tended to fall asleep after sex. Especially if I was stressed. Pretty much every moment since Keegan had first been bullied had been anxiety-provoking for me. And since we’d all arrived home Monday, and the kids had started theconvince Dad to move to Mission Citycampaign? A lot of thinking and, if I was honest, a lot of stress.

He hummed—clearly enjoying himself—and that was enough to tip me over the edge.

“I’m coming, Buttercup. Pull off if—”

He redoubled his efforts, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder.

Taking that as permission, I let myself go. My balls drew up and, within moments, I was coming in his mouth.

He swallowed as I emptied.

Yet a feeling of fullness overwhelmed me. Fullness in my heart. Fullness in my soul. Fullness of all the future possibilities.

After pulling off me with a pop, Jai swept all the toys, treats, and leash off the end of the bed where they clattered to the floor. He sat back on his haunches and offered his hand.

I took it.

He guided me to the bed.

I lay down.