Page 4 of Calling from the Heart (Secret Springs)

“Where did you go?” Owen whispered. “It’s just like you left me there for a second.”

“I was thinking how much I want to start a family. With you.” He kissed Owen hard. “But I’m still right here.”

Owen began to pant, and one of those hot little hands ran down his belly, heading toward his cock. “Are you going to knot me? I want you to dream about it at night, when I’m touching myself wishing that you were here. I dream about you, you know. I dream about us.”

“I sure hope so. I dream about you too, baby, but we don’t have to dream anymore. I’m with you here.”

That was the important part, wasn’t he?

He reached down, unfastening the cord holding his sweatpants closed tight, and let his heavy, needy cock pop out. The sensitive tip was bright red and leaking, dripping with his need.

“Oh. I love how you smell.” Owen grabbed his cock and stroked, and his balls pulled right up, his knot swelling.

“Baby. Too much of that and I won’t be able to wait.” It had been so long.

“No? I could probably learn to live with that.” Owen hand slid down his prick, then found its way to his balls, almost like he was weighing them.

“We can have long and slow and lazy later. We don’t have to do it now.

We can have everything we want, and right now I want you.

I want to feel you inside me and know that it’s true, that you don’t hate me. ”

Owen’s eyes filled with sudden tears, and Jeb backed off a little. Owen needed his care now, not just his passion. “You’re all right. We’re okay. Don’t worry about it. We’ve got this.”

Please don’t cry. Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t cry.

Owen’s chest hitched, his breath gasping for a moment. “I hope so.”

“We do, baby. We have some talking to do. Some wounds to heal. But if I know anything, it’s that I love you. I want you. All of you.” He petted Owen everywhere he could reach, giving comfort as well as sensuality. His cock never once drooped. Touching Owen in any way aroused the hell out of him.

“You’re right. We have a lot to talk about.” Owen licked his lips, making them shine. “Does it make me a bad person because I don’t want to talk anymore?”

Jeb shook his head. “No, baby, it just makes you needy, means you’re human. It’s been months. I promise I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Owen grinned at him, eyes twinkling now, the emotions swinging wildly. “You always do. I needed you from the second I saw you in those tight jeans and that little white T-shirt, throwing horseshoes in the sunshine. I knew you were mine somehow. I just knew it.”

“Mmm. And then you tripped over a croquet hoop, and I knew you were the one for me, baby. You managed to laugh at yourself, and you were incredibly brave even with your scraped knee and hands.”

“I felt like a moron. I swear to God, I felt like you were never going to believe for a second that I wasn’t just a clumsy goofball.” Owen began to stroke his prick again, slow and steady. “You proved to me, though, that you thought I was special.”

His toes curled, and his thighs tightened, making Owen rise up and down. “I knew you were so hot, so attractive, and then I got to know you better.”

“Flatter me some more,” Owen teased.

“When I knew you longer, I knew you had the kindest heart, the best soul, and a damn smart brain.” He squeezed that tight little ass. “And the best butt ever.”

Owen’s laugh was perfect -- husky and happy, and he was all about it.

“Mmmm.” He took another kiss, then another, and his knot was ready again, rarin’ to go. Not only that, but his omega was wet for him, the scent making him a little dizzy with his own need.

“Oh. More. So sensitive.” Owen gasped it when his fingers brushed that taut little hole.

“I can feel how wet you are, baby. Love this. I can’t get enough of you.” He pressed one finger inside Owen.

Owen groaned, spreading his thighs wider, lips parting as they rubbed. “Don’t get enough. Take more.”

“Yes. Soon, love. I will knot you so good.” He panted now himself, his body on fire.

Owen knelt up high, rubbing the tip of Jeb’s cock against that slick, hot hole. He grabbed Owen’s hips, careful not to hurt, but needing to pull his omega down on his cock.

“Uhn!” Owen’s eyes opened wide, and he licked his lips. “Jeb. Yes. Good.”

“So good, baby. Perfect.” He’d never felt more at home. He was surrounded by heat, his omega was in his arms, and his knot was threatening to grow.

“This is real. You’re here with me.” Owen kissed him, never breaking their gazes.

“I am. Come on, baby. Ride me. I want you to come on my knot.”

Owen nodded, moving on his prick, riding him with a steady frown, up and down, taking more with every thrust down.

His knot swelled, his balls so tight they might just crawl inside him. “Oh, fuck. Love.”

“Uh-huh. Love.” Owen was moving faster, bucking and rocking down, grinding his hips in a circle. It was maddening and perfect and just exactly what he needed.

“You feel perfect,” Jeb said.

“I do. Don’t stop.” Owen sunk his teeth into Jeb’s bottom lip and tugged, making Jeb a little wild.

His knot swelled even bigger, his hips rocking up, making Owen his again. He couldn’t get enough. He needed everything. He tweaked those hard little nipples, then grabbed Owen’s bouncing cock.

Owen’s body tightened around him, and his eyes crossed. “Yes…”

“Soon, love. Then later we can have a slow feast for the senses in bed.” But now, he needed Owen to come on his cock. To paint his belly with spunk.

“Uh-huh. Been too long. I can’t hold it. Let me have your knot.”

Demanding, perfect omega.

“Uhn.” He lost speech entirely, because his knot swelled and lodged deep in Owen, and his eyes rolled back in his head with the effort not to come. Not just yet.

Jeb wanted — no. No, he needed to feel Owen’s pleasure, to see it on his lover’s face.

“Owen.” Words came back to him, even as his orgasm tried to crawl up his spine. “Come for me, baby. Now.”

“I love you,” Owen whispered, his lips parted. “I love you, Jeb.”

Then come sprayed in between them.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I love you so much.” And that would serve them well as they fixed this. He knew it. He came so hard he saw stars, his knot buried deep.

His world swung, his heart pounding furiously as he held onto his world.

“I have you, baby,” he murmured. “I have you right here.” That was the most important thing.

“I just hope you’ll keep me.”

“I intend to.” He let Owen snuggle up to him, let himself luxuriate in holding Owen tight. It would take time for Owen to believe him, but he was right where he wanted to be.

The snow was still falling, and he was going to keep his lover warm and safe.