Mates?

Is he being serious? I’ve heard of people being fated or destined for each other. And I guess the emotions I’ve been feeling match up to the limited knowledge I have of the topic, but me and Curtis? How could someone as sexy and strong as Curtis be interested in spending the rest of his life with someone like me? A tingle of excitement rushes through me at the idea of spending my life with someone. One person who only wants me.

I glance down to Curtis’ mouth and a pulse of desire races down my spine and straight to my cock, causing it to thicken even more than it already has.

“I think that’s okay.” In fact, I think it’s a fucking miracle, and I might pass out from the shock of it all.

The relief on Curtis’s face is sweet and makes me feel a little guilty for causing him stress. But he caused me stress too. Although now that I know the stress was caused by being away from him and not from being with him, it’s harder to hold that against him. After all, I’m the one who kept running away from Curtis. He was just trying to talk.

“Yeah?” He scoots to the edge of his chair and lifts a hand toward me but then pulls it back, locking it under his muscular thigh. “So, you don’t hate me?”

“No!” Okay, gotta dial it back a notch. “I mean, no, I didn’t ever hate you. I was just scared of the strong feelings I had toward you. I didn’t understand what they meant.”

Curtis takes a deep breath and grins, obviously happy with my declaration. “Me too. I didn’t know what was happening that first day either, but earlier today, without all the other distractions, it was obvious that my feelings were stronger than just a regular attraction.”

“You’re attracted to me?” It’s a stupid question, but I’ve never been accused of being brilliant.

“Of course I am.” Curtis drops to his knees and kneels in front of me, almost begging me to believe him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the second I saw you. Even though I didn’t have a name for our connection, I knew it was there. I felt it deep in my bones.”

That’s a pretty good way to sum up how I’ve been feeling. “I think I did too.”

“So, you’re willing to give me a chance?” Curtis rests one of his large palms on my thigh and a shiver of electricity races up my spine and back down again—straight toward my cock.

I nod, unable to form words with him so close…and touching me.

“May I kiss you, Max?”

Shit. I want him to…desperately. But I don’t know how. My body gives him an answer before my self-conscious mind gets the chance, and I lean forward, stopping just an inch from his mouth.

My eyes drift shut as Curtis brushes his soft lips across mine. He doesn’t seal us together or try to enter me. He just closes his lips on mine over and over again.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I need more. Digging both hands into his shoulders, I slip off the sofa and drop onto his lap, closing my mouth on his and dipping my tongue inside.

Curtis bucks upward, pressing his enormous erection against my smaller but equally hard one.

It feels so good, I press harder against him and rock backward. “Fuck. Do that again.”

Curtis wraps his large hands around my waist and holds me in place while he thrusts against me. My hole is wet and aching, begging for some attention. Tearing at the button on my fly, I manage to shove my jeans down low enough that my cock pops out.

“God, Max. I don’t know if I can stop myself.” Curtis lifts me back on the couch and wraps his lips around the head of my dick before I can stop him, not that I would ever consider it.

“Don’t stop, Curtis. Please!” My balls draw up after just a few licks of his hot tongue on my taut shaft. How can such a tough man have such a soft touch? “I’m gonna come.”

“Feed me, baby.” Curtis sucks my whole cock into his mouth, milking my head with his throat as I begin to pour into him.

Holy fuck. Is this what it always feels like? My vision tunnels until the only thing I can see is my mate’s head as he empties me of every last drop.

When he finally lifts his face to me, he looks ten years younger. All the tension I’ve previously seen across his features is gone and replaced with a big ass grin. “God, you taste even better than you smell.”

I choke out a laugh. “I can honestly say I’ve never heard those words directed at me.”

Curtis’s smile drops slightly but he doesn’t look disappointed. “Well, then, people haven't been completely honest with you before.”