Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series (23 page)

Luckily, my family happily accepted our relationship without asking us probing questions about a future we might never have together. We stuffed ourselves on scrumptious food and watched some football before we played board games until nearly midnight.

“I thought families like yours only existed in sitcoms,” Jag had said from the passenger seat on the way back to his house where our pissed off animals were waiting on us to return. “I love that they’ve welcomed me into their lives and made me feel like one of them.”

“You are one of us.” I reached across the console and linked my fingers with Jag’s on his lap. “They love you too. You know that right?” I took my eyes off the road long enough to glance at him.

“Yeah.” The smile in his voice made me happy. “I think your mom is worried that she is smothering me and I’ll get tired of her, but there’s no way that could happen.”

“She’s just so happy that I met someone special.” Jag scoffed at me. “You are special to me, Jag, and she knows that. I’ve never brought home a guy to meet the family so she knows how important you are to me.” We didn’t usually have discussions about our feelings; we chose to show our affection with actions instead. Telling him that I was in love with him rolled off my tongue easily and he told me just as frequently. I didn’t feel like our relationship was lacking anything, but just like with the tender touches, sometimes words were needed too. “You’re the most important person in my life, Jag. My family knows that and I hope that you know it also.”

He lifted our entwined hands up and kissed the back of my hand. “I do know, Bones, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t moments that I ask why you love me the way that you do.” It wasn’t often I saw or heard the broken boy in him, but every now and then he appeared. “Then I remind myself that it doesn’t really matter how or why you love me; it only matters that you do. I’m complete shit at expressing my emotions, Bones. Please tell me that you have some inkling of how much I love you.”

“You’re not shit at expressing your emotions, Jag. You show me rather than tell me and I think it’s more meaningful that way.”

The Friday after Thanksgiving was just as wonderful. We spent the day vegging on the couch as we watched movies and ate leftovers. Two guys can get into a lot of playful trouble with leftover pumpkin pie and whipped cream. We started out fully clothed sitting beside each other on the couch eating pie. I caught a wicked gleam in his eye and the next thing I knew, my shirt was off and Jag was smearing pumpkin pie and whipped cream over my nipple, which tightened almost painfully beneath the cold custard of the pie. Chills gave way to unadulterated heat as his warm tongue licked the dessert off of my chest. Spikes of lust went straight to my groin as he sucked and nibbled on my nipple before he turned and repeated the same sexy torture on the other one.

I palmed his hardening length through his jeans and worked him until he was hard as steel. Unwilling to be left out of the fun, I rolled him to his back on the couch and kissed my way down his bare chest until I reached his jeans. I made quick work of his button fly jeans and pushed them and his underwear down to his thighs so I could have access to the treat that I craved the most.

“This is going to be a little cold at first,” I warned him right before I smeared pumpkin filling on his cock. Jag’s breath came out of him in a startled hiss and I couldn’t help but smile at his discomfort. I scooped some whipped cream off the top of the pie and smeared it over the head of his dick. “This will be my new favorite way of eating pie from now on.”

I lowered my mouth to his crown and licked the cream off before I slid the length of him into my mouth, not stopping until I felt the coarse hairs at the base of his dick tickle my nose. I sucked hard as I eased up until only the head of his dick remained in my mouth.

“Bones.” Jag fisted my hair in both hands and urged me back down on his cock, but I was too busy savoring the salty taste of him that dripped out of his slit onto my tongue. It was a sexy combination – Jag’s saltiness combined with the sweetness of the pie and whipped cream. “I’m dying here.”

My chuckle vibrated around his cock as I eased him deep into my mouth once more. The way he fucked my mouth and the desperate sounds he made when I kept changing up the tempo from slow and teasing to fast and hard spurred me on even more. I didn’t let up until he shouted my name and came in my mouth.

Once I cleaned every last inch of him, I climbed up and shared a kiss with him and allowed him to taste the heady mix of the sexiest dessert I’d ever tasted. When I pulled back, he looked at me with a wicked smile.

“You look like you have rabies.” He swiped a thumb along my mouth and pulled it back to show the whipped cream I had smeared around parts of my mouth. I grabbed his thumb and sucked it clean. “Your turn, Bones.” He made to roll me over and return the favor, but I felt too edgy for a blowjob. I wanted to fuck. Hard.

We made quick work of stripping off the rest of our clothes and then I was stretching him open while catching his sighs and moans into my mouth. “Jag.” His name sounded like a prayer as I eased myself into his heat. There were many uncertain things in my future, but one thing I was sure of was that I would never tire of joining my body to his. Each time felt just as wondrous and exciting as our first time and I refused to take his body, or him, for granted.

I reached above his head and grabbed onto the armrest of the couch once his body had adjusted and opened completely to me. I dug my knees into the couch and rode him hard and fast, both of us yelling out the pleasure we found in each other. It didn’t take long for Jag to harden again once I found that sweet spot inside him.

“Stroke yourself,” I commanded, as I pounded into him. I wanted us to come together and all the signals of a pending orgasm were going off in my body. I looked down and watched Jag stroke his dick, which only turned me on more. I angled my dick for his prostate on every stroke and was rewarded with the tightening of his body beneath mine.

I unclenched my muscles and allowed myself to fill the condom the second his ass squeezed my cock and the first spurt of his cum landed on his stomach.

“You’ve made a horrible mess out of us both, Bones.”

“We’re a beautiful mess,” I said looking down at our joined bodies. “Besides now we get to shower and you know the mischief we can get into in the shower.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him and made him laugh before I eased out of him then held out my hand to help him off the couch.

“I’ll never be able to look at pumpkin pie again without seeing you swallowing my cock.” Jag said as we made our way upstairs to the shower.

“It’s time to make our own traditions,” I replied, earning myself a sexy swat on the ass.

“I’ll refrain from saying that as one of the things I’m grateful for when we go around the table next year at your folks’ house.” I laughed at the image his words conjured up, but what made me happiest was the fact that he planned to be at my parents’ house with me a year from then.

“Save it for Chase and Gray’s on Sunday. Gram will get a kick out of it.”

“Bones, we can’t upstage Gram. That just wouldn’t be right.” I loved how we could go from intense sex to playful fun from one moment to the next. Often, as it did in the shower that night, one turned into the other.

Our blissful mini-vacation was shattered on Saturday when we showed up at the dig site. The day started off beautifully with a shared shower, coffee, and pastries. Things didn’t go to hell until after we arrived at the farm and saw Senator Thompson had indeed showed up to assist with the dig. Good ole Bax smiled at me like I was the next coming of Jesus and I had no doubt he was ready to fall to his knees and worship me. Maybe some men would like his attention, but he made me very uncomfortable. The sleazy way he looked at me made me feel like I needed to shower again.

Jag got out of my passenger seat and the look on Baxter’s face was priceless. It was obvious by his shocked expression that he did not know about my relationship with Jag when he came to my office before the break. The smile slid off of his face and he shot an angry scowl between the two of us.

“Uh oh,” Jag muttered quietly so only I could hear. “He looks like someone just took away his ice cream cone.”

“Yeah, you did,” I told Jag wryly.

Like all politicians, the shock and anger was replaced by a mask of pleasantness, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “It’s good to see you again, Dr. Brexler. I wasn’t aware that you were acquainted with JJ.”

“We’re
well
acquainted, Bax,” Jag said. He might as well have peed on my leg with the blatant tone that he used. I had to work hard not to smile at his possessiveness. That kind of macho bullshit should’ve made me angry, but it didn’t.

“I didn’t know you were bringing a friend,” Dr. Halverston said.

“He’s not my friend, sir, he’s my boyfriend.” I made sure to keep a professional tone as I set the record straight. My sexuality had never been discussed nor was it relevant to my ability to do my job. “Jag, this is Micah Halverstein. He’s head of the archeology and anthropology departments. Sir, this is Jag Jackson. He’s volunteered to help us today since a lot of my students had holiday plans they couldn’t break.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jag.” Halverston reached out and shook Jag’s hand. “You must be the reason behind the frequent smiles I’ve seen on Miller’s face these last several months.”

“I’d like to think so, sir.” Jag offered him a friendly smile.

“Thank you for helping us out.” Halverston gave Jag a friendly pat on his shoulder before he walked off.

“Jag, huh?” I could tell by Baxter’s derisive tone that he didn’t care for the nickname.

“Only he gets to call me that,” Jag said. They stared each other down for several minutes before Baxter shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

“You don’t have to stay here and put up with his bullshit if you don’t want to,” I told Jag.

Jag was still staring after the senator’s retreating back. His jaw was locked firm and his eyes were narrowed with anger. “That’s just what the dickhead wants and I’m not giving it to him.” He turned to face me and his anger faded right before my eyes. “We’re in this together.” He leaned into me and gave me a quick kiss, shocking me with his PDA. “Let’s get started. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can get back home and put his bullshit behind us. There still more pie in the refrigerator.”

If only it had been that easy. Baxter Thompson was there every time we made a discovery, yucking it up and getting his photo taken with every artifact that we pulled out of the ground. Unfortunately, he pulled me into the photos with him and threw his arm around my shoulders each and every time. I was so caught up in the excitement of discovering an unknown Civil War battleground that I didn’t stop to think what it might look like to Jag and the others.

I took one look at his clenched jaw and the firm set of his lips as I approached him at the end of the day and knew he was furious. The brief kiss he had given me eight hours before was the last interaction I had with him all day. I was surrounded by students, faculty, and the senator every second of the day. The happiness I felt over the discovery faded when I realized how selfish I had been. He turned and headed to my car without a word.

“Miller.” Dr. Halverston hollered my name just as I had started to follow Jag. I stopped and turned to face my boss and saw that he and the senator were walking towards me. “We’re having a get together to celebrate at my house tomorrow evening at 5:00 p.m. It won’t be too late since we’re all back to work on Monday, but I couldn’t let everyone’s hard work go unnoticed.”

“I already have plans, sir, but thank you for the invitation.”

“Miller, your plans can’t be more important than celebrating today’s discovery,” Senator Butt Lick said. I thought about the exciting news that Gray and Chase would be sharing with us the next day and knew in my heart that was where I needed to be. I loved my career, but I loved Jag and my friends more.

“Actually, they are very important and I won’t break them. I sincerely thank you, sir, for the invitation to your home and I think you know that I’d be there if I could. I don’t miss any of our department meetings or celebrations, but tomorrow is a very special day.”

“It’s not a problem, Miller. I’ll plan something more official in a few weeks and give everyone plenty of notice.” My opinion of my boss shot up several notches that day – first with the welcoming way he greeted Jag and then the way he defended my plans. The sneer that Baxter wore slid off his face, because he expected Halverston to apply pressure on me to attend.
Fuckwad
.

I thanked my boss and continued to my car where Jag waited for me. I knew I had some serious apologizing to do and I wasted no time either. “I am so sorry for the way I acted today,” I said as soon as I climbed into the car and shut the door. “I got so caught up in the excitement that I didn’t stop to think about your feelings.” I turned slightly in my seat so I could look at him. “Please forgive me.”

Jag looked at me and his harsh expression eased a little. “What did they talk to you about back there?” I told him about the dinner invite and watched as his anger returned. “He just expects you to drop everything to hang out with him? Tomorrow is a huge day for Gray and Chase. Please tell me that you’re not going to blow them off and go to the dinner.” I loved the way his eyes turned nearly black when he was either angry or really, really horny. I wanted to get past the anger and onto the horny phase of the night.