Free Gilbert by Bailey Bradford Page A

sound as pleasure spread through him, setting his nerve endings to singing with it. He shook and whined as he jerked his cock with little movements, all he could manage. His balls throbbed, then spunk poured from his slit. Jihu went taut from his neck to his toes, curling his feet as he went sightless, lust filling his vision with grey then black before he closed his lids.
    Gilbert shouted around the mouthful he had, Jihu felt it, heard it, shot more spunk when it happened. Gilbert pulled back and rammed in, his hips no doubt bruising Jihu’s butt. He went still, curled around Jihu, owning him, claiming him, filling him with his seed.
    Jihu was aware of every spurt coating his inner walls. It was incredible, Gilbert giving himself to Jihu as surely as Jihu gave himself to Gilbert. When Jihu blinked away his haze, Gilbert was still around him, on him, teeth sunk into him, cock in deep.
    Jihu turned his head and saw Gilbert giving him a worried look. Jihu pasted on what he hoped was a smile—he wasn’t sure because all of him felt like jelly, really. “When can we do it again?”
    Gilbert’s lids fluttered and he eased his teeth from Jihu’s flesh, but left his cock in Jihu’s body, thrusting slightly. He lapped at the bite and Jihu closed his eyes, enjoying being taken care of. Gilbert began to kiss his neck, his cheek, then back down to his shoulder.
    “How about now?” Gilbert asked when he came back to kiss Jihu’s lips. His cock was firm and large in Jihu’s ass. “’Cept I owe you a blowjob. Told you I wanted to taste you.”
    “Later,” Jihu mumbled, already growing warm with arousal again. “After you take me again.”
    “Whatever you want, mate,” Gilbert replied, adding a purr to the words. “Whatever you want.”
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    What they wanted and what they got was two different things, because Daniel woke up before Gilbert and Jihu could finish round two, and the wailing of a baby proved to be a total mood killer. At almost the same time, Gilbert’s cell began ringing.
    “We’re not meant to finish,” Jihu muttered. “Damn it.”
    Gilbert agreed. “Save it for later tonight. I have plans for your dick and my mouth.”
    “Oh God.” Jihu squeezed his cock. “I’m going to be hard for hours.”
    “Babies sleep a hell of a lot the first couple months,” Gilbert assured him. “I have to grab my phone, if you’ll grab Daniel?”
    “Duh,” Jihu said, sounding, for once, like someone as young as he must have been.
    “How old are you?” Gilbert asked as he stood and reached for his phone. He’d left it on the nightstand. Jihu was an adult, Gilbert didn’t doubt that, but he would have put him at just-barely. He wasn’t too far off.
    “Twenty,” Jihu answered. “I turned twenty right before I was brought to Colorado.”
    Gilbert saw Bae’s caller ID and nodded. “Your brother.”
    Jihu paled as he pulled on a pair of boxers. “Okay.” He darted for the wailing Daniel.
    Gilbert could understand Jihu being nervous. It didn’t seem to him that his mate had experienced much kindness in his life. He’d just have to make up for that, him, and all of his family. Jihu was going to be loved by more people than he could ever imagine.
    “Hello,” Gilbert said, answering his phone. “Yeah, Bae, ah, is Isaiah with you? I think he needs to be, and if you could put me on speaker, please…”
     
    * * * *
     
    Gilbert found Jihu standing at the back door, Daniel asleep on his shoulder, and Abbie and Zeus running in circles, chasing each other outside.
    “They got into the trash. The garage is a disaster. I think they might have actually chewed on the car.” Jihu turned and gave him a nervous look. “I don’t know if my senses are coming back or if I’m just attuned to you in some way. It’s weird, but I knew you were on your way in here.” Jihu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, closing his eyes until he finished. He turned those dark eyes on Gilbert. “What