Page 45 of Broken Bonds

Shawn takes a step toward me. “I want a baby, but only if you want one, too. The indecision’s killing me, Jax. You always said you wanted one, and then did the exact opposite. If it’s yes, let’s stop wasting time. If it’s no, I can live with that, but I need the truth. I need a decision. And I need it now, tonight. Make or break time.”

“I do want kids.” And I mean it. I really, really do. “You sure I won’t fuck them up?”

He finally snorts. “We’ll probably fuck them up in various but not necessarily harmful ways. I’m shocked you weren’t permanently scarred by family karaoke nights. Pavin can’t carry a tune with a front-end loader.”

He’s right. Dad is talented in many areas, but singing is not one of them.

That doesn’t stop him from wholeheartedly enjoying it anyway, much to the discomfort of everyone else.

I open my arms again and this time Shawn steps into my embrace, wrapping his arms around me. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you, too. Asshole.” He kisses me and I feel blessed I’ve been forgiven.

“I deserve that.” I stare into his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t handle it tactfully last night. And I’m sorry I blew your headspace.”

He tips his chin a little. “You should probably blow something else to make up for it.”

And like that he’s laughing as I scoop him up and dump him on the couch, quickly drag his shorts and briefs off, and swallow his cock to the root.

His laughter turns to happy moans. His fingers thread through my hair, holding on as I waste no time getting him off, staring up at him as I swallow every drop I suck from him.

And then I rest my chin on his thigh and smile. “Like that?”

Another laugh out of him. “That’s a good start, sir.”

Whew. I’ve been forgiven. Unlike some Alphas, I don’t have or enforce protocols with him. He’s a person, not a possession. I might be the dominant partner, but he “owns” me as much as I own him. And if he’s upset he only calls me “sir” in a sarcastic way, or if he needs to because of pack protocols and he doesn’t want people knowing we’re fighting.

“I love you, baby,” I say.

Shawn strokes my hair. His smile looks easy, sated. “Love you, too. Will those groceries go bad on the counter?”

I sit up. “Oh, shit!”

He sits up with me but grabs me, pulling me in for another kiss, his hand palming the front of my shorts. “Want me to take care of that?”

I grab his hand, bring it to my lips, and kiss his palm. “After dinner, baby.” I rest my forehead against his. “I promised to cook you a nice dinner. And then we can start practicing.”

This smile is wide, happy, and fills me with sweet relief. “I’d love that, sir.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Shawn

Reconnecting

I know Jax said he would cook dinner but I enjoy cooking with him, so I help.

That he’s making my favorite dish speaks to me. Cooking has always been a love language between us. Maybe because I spent so many years not having anyone to cook with or for.

The blowjob certainly didn’t hurt my state of mind, either.

We sit on the sofa to eat with the TV on, and it starts to feel normal again between us.

Finally.

“Any news about the new pup?” I ask.

Jax shakes his head. “Todd says he’s a hard worker and the guys like him.”