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Chapter Sixteen

It was the sweetest time, sitting on the comfortable sofa while sipping tea that tasted of oranges and spices. Dixon confessed the honey was fresh from a hive in the forest.

“How did you get it?”

“I went in while it was cool in the morning, and the bees were sleepy.”

The man was amazing. “So, the self-sufficient thing is real. Like…you never go to stores?”

“Not never. I go once a month. Unfortunately, I have a coffee addiction and can’t grow my own. I mostly use honey, but I get sugar for backup. I need flour, and I don’t grow my own wheat. Some things I need at the store.”

Unable to believe anyone could go an entire month without shopping, Jovian tried to picture it for himself. Jovian could not imagine that . “I almost live at stores. If I’m not at them, working or shopping, I’m online. How could someone like you want someone like me?”

“Because we’re so different?”

“Yes! I’m addicted to coffee too, but I’m sure you don’t have an espresso machine in your kitchen. I’m addicted to shopping, to lunches in expensive restaurants. I’m a self-centered, shallow person, Dixon,” he said, and tears fell all over again.

“I think you’re a little harder on yourself than you need to be,” Dixon said, taking Jovian’s cup from him and setting it on the coffee table. “Come on. Come with me.”

Jovian was being pulled to a door on the western side of the room, and his fear struck him in the chest, making him stop moving. “Where are you taking me?”

After his head fell back, Dixon answered, “Well, I was going to take you to the bedroom.”

“No!”

With his head righted and his eyes narrowed in worry, Dixon grabbed Jovian’s tiny biceps and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You said that we could fuck and then be friends. I don’t want to just be friends with you!”

“Oh, fuck!” Dixon took Jovian’s face into both his hands and kissed him with feather-light pecks before he whispered, “You’re just a scared baby. Don’t worry, Jovian. This isn’t that. It’s me wanting to make you feel good. Wanting to show you that you don’t have to be scared with me, ever.”

His body immediately lost the tension that had threatened to break him apart and he jumped up and wrapped his arms tightly around Dixon’s neck, holding him like if he let go, he’d lose Dixon and also, he’d lose himself.

If he gave himself to Dixon, he could lose himself too, but he knew instinctively that wouldn’t happen.

Dixon held him off the floor and kissed him. “There, there, baby boy. Let daddy make you feel good, hmm?”

“I’m…scared.”

“What are you scared of baby boy?”

“That…once we…do this, you won’t want me anymore.”

“Is that what’s happened in the past?”

Jovian stilled for a moment, and then his head nodded a little as his eyes slid shut, ashamed of the revelation.

“Tsk, they didn’t know what they had. A prize beyond all the prizes this world has ever given. Maybe I’m glad they didn’t keep you. Then I couldn’t have found you.”

The way Dixon’s eyes were locked onto his, once he let himself open them, he knew Dixon wasn’t lying. Jovian figured there wasn’t a lying bone in the man’s body. He was what he was. If someone didn’t like it, he moved on. How freeing that must be.

“Take me to bed, Dixon,” he croaked through tears. “Just don’t…let me go after. At least not right after, okay?”

“I doubt I’ll ever want to let you go, Jovian.”

Leading the way, Dixon opened the door and Jovian saw another room, fully relaxing, comfortable and beautiful.

A queen-sized brass bed with a white quilt was the main piece of furniture, and there was a closet to the right, a tall basket for a night table to the left with a wicker lamp and rose-colored shade.

There was another thick rug under the bed and an antique dresser painted white next to the door.

More plants softened the room further, and a scent of lavender hung in the air. “This is perfect, Dixon.”

“Why, thank you. Let me get the light on.”

The room was lit and the door then closed behind them before Dixon took Jovian into his arms. “Whatever you want tonight, Jovian. I want to make you feel good.”

“Well, I want to make you feel good too! I’m not just gonna lay there like some pillow queen.”

Dixon laughed and kissed him deeply. “You’re so beautiful, Jovian. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said before another kiss began and Jovian felt dizzy from need.

“I can’t breathe,” he said as he pushed Dixon back a few inches.

“I don’t want you to breathe. I don’t want you to think. Just feel Jovian. Just feel me.”

Dixon picked him up, but he wasn’t in Dixon’s arms for long. He was deposited on the bed and Dixon started taking off his shirt as Jovian lay back, unable to move as he watched that amazing torso come fully into view.

Solid chest, perfectly furry, not too much, not too little. Jovian had thoughts of running his fingers through it while he kissed Dixon for hours.

“Get yours off. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Jovian’s smile was so wide, his damn teeth were drying, but he couldn’t help it. He’d never in his life felt the whole-being happiness that he felt whenever Dixon was near him.

“Okay. Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry if you strip that shirt off.”

Jovian sat up and grabbed the hem of his tank, dragging it over his head, giving Dixon a little show, making him wait for the goods. Dixon growled, “Faster.”

He didn’t do it any faster. No. He went slower, if anything, and once he was free of it, Dixon grabbed it and balled it in his fist. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?” he asked, but he’d opened his mouth just enough. Dixon grabbed the back of his head and stuffed the shirt into his mouth.

“Not that I don’t like your voice, or like hearing you, but for now, I need you to be quiet for me. And I have a feeling that you don’t shut up easily.”

Shocked, but terribly aroused, and he lay back on the bed while Dixon started on Jovian’s pants.

He was soon lying on the bed, naked as the day he was born, and Dixon was staring over his entire body. Like a caress, that gaze was like the man had never seen a naked body before that moment.

“Goddamn, Jovian. You’re prettier than the sunset over the Rockies. And that is a damn pretty sight.”

Jovian reached for the shirt stuffed in his mouth, but Dixon leaned over to slap away his hand. “Don’t you do it. I’m in charge here, Jovian. I may want to take care of you, but there are rules to that. Might as well get used to them now. I don’t figure I’ll ever want to let you go.”

His eyes widened as he heard those words, let them sink into his very flesh to burn there.

“Baby, baby boy, you are so fucking pretty. Now I want to get a taste and see how sweet you are.”

It was as if he were riding a roller coaster. The emotions inside of him were rising, falling fast, rising again, and then whipping him around corners so quickly, he was leaving all his insides behind and had to wait for them to catch up to the rest of him.

Yes, Dixon was the conductor of the ride. He was in control, at the switch. All the times he’d thought about getting himself a daddy, and he knew he’d be the one in control, only giving his sexual favors if the man had earned them. Earned them with prizes like jewelry, clothing or romantic trips.

As Dixon took Jovian’s dick in his mouth, he sucked in a breath from the little he could around the shirt in his mouth, and held it, afraid he’d scream so loudly, the entire camp would hear, no matter the distance.

Dixon was definitely in control. Jovian turned into a shy child around him, in awe of the big man. Dixon was so beautiful, so rugged. It was overwhelming, but Jovian wanted to stay. In fact, when the six weeks were over, it hurt everything inside him to think of leaving Dixon behind.

If only the mountain man would consider moving to the city. Jovian knew without asking he’d never move.

Jovian’s dick was being sucked by an expert. Little tongue, no teeth, and surrounded by a warm mouth, moving slowly, then quicker, keeping him on edge.

Clutching the quilt, letting his head thrash around while trying to spit out the shirt, Jovian realized he’d never reacted to sex so…honestly.

Like every other moment in his life, he worried about looking his best. Keeping his face smooth, his lips wet, if only by his own saliva, he’d do a performance, but he’d never once just let himself go.

Dixon stood just before Jovian was about to leave his seed in the man’s mouth and he stared down at Jovian, licking his lips. “You have a great dick, but I’m in need of that sweet little ass.”

Groaning in defeat and victory at once, his sounds were like a sob. That roller coaster was ticking slowly up the steep slope, and as Dixon, his pants pulled down over his hips, then his briefs, Jovian finally got a look at the dick he’d wondered about since he’d first seen Cherokee Dixon.

The first thing that struck him was the thickness. Jovian didn’t think his own fist could compete, and he was uncut, but the bulbous head stuck out from the foreskin savagely, like it had fought to be free.

Dixon reached over to pull the shirt from his mouth, and Jovian licked his lips with his dry tongue. “Need a drink?”

Lifting his head from the quilt, he croaked, “I do.”

“Be right back.”

Jovian let his head fall back to the bed. The room spun around a few times, like he’d been drinking. When Dixon returned with a tall, thick glass of water, Jovian drank it like he’d been crawling the desert for a week.

“How about you can make all the noise you want, but you cannot bitch, complain, get snotty or…how you can get.”

Jovian thought for a moment to argue, but why? It was true. “All that so I can keep the shirt out of my mouth? The shirt that cost me a ton of money and is another thing this wilderness is ruining?”

“Jovian…”

“Sorry, had to get that one out, or I would burst.”

“Are you finished?”

“I am. Thank you for the hydration.”

“Man, and all these years I just thought it was water,” he teased, then kissed Jovian’s much wetter lips. “Ready for some fucking?”

“I am.”

“Good boy.”