Page 20 of True Calling

CHAPTER 8

Garth had been working on the zoo case when he got pinged by Bo. It was the security report. Pulling it up he had been shocked to see a live link to one specific room... the kitchen.

To see his mate dancing and singing as he prepared their evening meal was erotic to say the least. Garth wanted nothing more than to go down there, pull his mate into his arms and dance with him, but Berk had needed space and time to think. He hadn’t come out and asked for it, but Garth had gotten the hint when they had returned home the other day and Berk had rushed into the kitchen and started cooking. He hadn’t spoken to Garth or even looked in his direction at meals. It was disconcerting, but Garth understood. It wasn’t every day you found out that the man you were with could get you pregnant.

Garth had made his way to the bathroom to relieve some of the pressure that had built in his loins, then washed up and made his way down the stairs to join the others. He hadn’t made it directly to the kitchen before he heard Linus asking his question and then Berk answered.

Shocked wouldn’t come close to how Garth had felt when he discovered his mate wasn’t so much freaking out at having a child with him, but it was having a child period... being a parent. His mate was scared of being a dad. Well, shit. That he could work with.

When Berk said, “I’ve never even fucking held a baby, let alone raised one, and I’ve never been around someone that has.”

“But you’re not going to be alone in this, Berk. You’ll have all of us to help.” Linus quietly said.

“And you’ll have me.” Garth said, stepping into the kitchen.

Berk looked up so quickly at Garth, that Garth thought his mate’s head might snap. “How long have you been standing there?”

The others got up and left the room. Well, Chance had to pull Micah out of the room, but still Garth found himself standing in the kitchen alone with his mate. “Long enough I guess.”

Berk sighed and went back to making whatever he was cooking for their dinner tonight.

Garth followed and stopped Berk in the middle of creating his pasta sheet. He turned Berk to face him and placed his index finger under the man’s chin, then tilted Berk’s head up until they were looking at each other eye to eye. “I know the idea of being pregnant one day with our child is scary and a bit overwhelming, but in my mind I see you rounded with our baby and it is one of the most erotic images I have ever had. I thought that was what the fear was all about, and after hearing what you said to the guys, I now realize that somehow you can get past that reality, but fear being a father, even more terrifying then the pregnancy itself... it confuses me.”

Berk opened his mouth to speak, but Garth had something to say first. “I’m confused because of how wonderful of a man you are. I’ve watched you since you arrived here. The way you go outside and feed the birds, squirrels and other wildlife. I know that you can see the struggles Linus has with you, and instead of pushing for more, you’ve given him the space he needs to get to know you and become comfortable with your presence.”

Smiling, Garth said, “And if you’re making what I think you are, Linus will be your best friend in this house in no time.”

Berk giggled and the sound had Garth’s cock hard, even though he had just jerked off not ten minutes earlier. “I asked Nolan what Linus’s favorite food was and he said anything Italian. I figured I could try and impress him with my ravioli. It was one of my foster father’s bestselling dishes at his restaurant.”

Garth leaned down until their lips were just inches apart, “You are a good man, Berk Carlos and you are going to be a great father.”

Slowly their lips met, and Garth pulled Berk into his arms even tighter, deepening the kiss. Berk opened up to him within seconds and Garth dove in deeper. Their tongues dueled and Garth was almost dropped to his knees by the delicious flavors his mate had to offer. If a kiss tasted so good, Garth just knew that his essence would taste even better.

Somehow Garth had pinned Berk to the island, and it was as if he was bespelled, because he found himself licking, nibbling and kissing Berk’s neck and shoulder as he undid his mate’s pants. Within seconds, Garth was on his knees pulling Berk’s pants down to his calves and engulfing his mate’s cock until the tip of Berk’s shaft was sliding down his throat.

“Oh, fuck me.” Berk gasped, gripping Garth’s hair and tugging.

Garth would have loved to fuck his mate right then and there, but he also knew that Berk wasn’t ready for something like that. However, that didn’t mean Garth couldn’t give him a taste of what they would be like together. Popping his mouth off of Berk’s cock, Garth ground out, “Soon, my love. Soon.”

Wetting his index finger really well, Garth swallowed down his mate’s hard cock once again and brought that index finger to his mate’s star. Slowly sliding up his mate’s shaft, he gently pushed his finger into Berk’s tight hole as he slid his mouth down.

“Oh! Oh! What? What...?”

Garth didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he continued to slide up and down on his mate’s shaft as he moved his finger deeper, mimicking his oral action, wincing just a bit when Berk tugged harder on his hair.

Taking his other hand, Garth fondled Berk’s balls, swirling his tongue under the head of Berk’s cock, then deep throating the man as he crooked his finger and found the gland he had been seeking.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Berk shouted as he came within seconds.

Garth drank down all his mate had to offer, until he heard the slight hiss of discomfort coming from his mate.

Letting Berk’s softening cock fall from his lips, Garth pulled his finger free and stood up. His cock was pressing so hard in his pants, he knew there would be zipper marks. Ignoring his own discomfort, Garth grabbed a cloth. After washing his hands, he wet the cloth, then went back to his mate, wiping Berk’s cock until he knew there would be no stickiness left. Pulling his mate’s pants back up, Garth tucked his mate’s cock in comfortably, then refastened the man’s pants. “You taste even better than I dreamed.”

Berk blushed, but didn’t look away. Stammering, “Th... thank you?”

“You guys better not have gotten any jizz on the food!” Micah shouted out. “Some of us were looking forward to those ravioli!”

Berk’s cheeks reddened. It was endearing to see his mate blush, but Garth didn’t want him feeling any shame in what they had done. “Like you and Chance haven’t messed the kitchen up from time to time and we still eat at that table!”