Jason's POV

　　Sitting beside my mother on the garden veranda, I watched her observing the children play on the green. She looked like she had aged since this morning, which told me Father had filled her in on today. She looked so vulnerable and lost in memories I decided not to mention my ideas of a party; she had enough to deal with.

　　Pulling her into a hug, I wrapped my arms around her delicate shoulder, kissing her forehead. 

　　"Ma, you know I will never let anything happen to you, right?" I asked, unable to hide the concern in my voice.

　　"I know, Jace." She answered, but her eyes were glued on my sibling playing. Sitting with her for a while, I just enjoyed the moment, both of us turning around and seeing Tommy come and join us, a giant share bag of crisps in his hands that we all knew he would demolish himself—sitting on the other side of my mother he winked at her playfully.

　　"So - Party or no party?" He asked, offering my mum some of his crisps; I grinned, seeing her take a few; she knew it was a privilege to be offered. The only time he ever shared food was with my mother. He adored her, and she loved him. After losing his mother to Damien's father, my mother took Tommy and his siblings under her wing, protecting, nurturing and loving them in a way only a mother could.

　　"Party?" She asked, raising a brow in confusion.

　　"You chicken shit!" Tommy howled, shaking his head.

　　"Language, Thomas!" My mother scolded him, shooting him a sidewards glance. "Why don't you ask me?" She added, turning her attention to Tommy, who looked at her apologetically.

　　"Well, the girl Jason likes.. She turns 18 tomorrow. Jason is having her over for lunch- So Alpha can chat with her. We want to throw her a birthday party! She knows no one else in town, and Archer thinks she is his mate." He spewed, unable to stop the verbal diarrhoea spilling from his lips.

　　"He wants her to be his mate- he doesn't think!" I corrected even as Archer threw a tantrum in my head.

　　"Do you want her to be your mate?" She asked, turning to face me, I could see the love in her eyes, but it was impossible to miss the concern she tried to hide.

　　"Yes!" I admitted, momentarily flicking my eyes to the children, unsure what to say now. I watched her consider everything before she nodded.

　　"I think a party sounds like a wonderful idea, Tommy. I trust you are capable of organising it." She laughed, shaking her head at his excitement.

　　"I think I can manage Luna." He grinned cheekily, bending down to kiss her cheek before disappearing back into the house with a wink to me!

　　"Thanks, Ma... I appreciate it!" I laughed, watching Tommy snapping into Beta mode, organising everyone around him. "But there is something..." I laughed nervously. 

　　"You haven't told your father! Because you knew he would say no?" She laughed, shaking her head, "I know you two better than you think!" her eyes glossing over for a minute before she joined me again. "He said ok."

　　"Really?" I asked, confused, given his earlier attitude to Abigail and I.

　　"Well, no, he said he was going to kick your ass... but then I told him I would like to meet her and explained the best way to get a true sense for her was to ply her with alcohol and discreetly ask questions. People tend to let their guard down when they have had a drink." She explained, her eyes back on the children.

　　She was right, of course, and even if she wasn't, there was no way my dad would refuse her anything. She meant the world to him, and so did her happiness. Seeing Tommy pointing to the garden, his hands going wide as he explained what he wanted, I had a feeling his little party wouldn't be so little after all. Wanting to stop him, I got to my feet, kissing my mum on the cheek, thanking her again.

　　"But son, your dads still going to kick your ass at training tonight!" She laughed, rolling her eyes. "And get the girl a present!" She shouted after me, making me pause and look back at her nervously.

　　"Shopping tomorrow morning?" I asked sheepishly, to which she nodded and waved me off to control Tommy before things got too out of hand.

　　It didn't take long to realise that there was no reining Tommy in, so I left him to it and headed upstairs to my room, desperately needing to wash today's chaos off me. Stripping off, I kicked my clothes into the corner of the bathroom.

　　The second the heat hit my body, I felt my muscles relax. I didn't even realise I was this tense. Grabbing at the soap, I began to lather myself up, my head hanging under the hot rain; thoughts of my girl drifted through my mind. The way her cute little lips curved in the corner when she was trying to hide a smirk, her endlessly deep green eyes that had me drowning each time I looked into them.

　　The little dip at the bottom of her spine that I noticed this morning when she disappeared in the bathroom, groaning at images of her coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Archer wanted to kill Damien and Tommy there on the spot for seeing her like that; his possessiveness evidently knew no bounds.

　　Leaning my head against the cold tiles, I smirked, looking down at my dick, already hard and throbbing needily for her. Tensing, feeling hands snake around my waist, I groaned, knowing only one person would slip into my shower.

　　"Kayla!" I groaned, feeling her kisses along my tight shoulders, her hands sliding over my slippery body until they found their prize, wrapping her dainty hands around my cock; her lips continued their endless torture along my shoulders and up my neck.

　　"We can't!" I groaned as she started to slide her fingers up my shaft, squeezing it the way she knew I liked; under any other circumstances, my groans would be in pleasure, now though they were in frustration- as much as it felt good, it wasn't fair on her! She wasn't who I wanted! 

　　"Kayla!" I muttered as sternly as I could, gripping her wrist mid-pumping my thickness. "We need to talk!"

　　"No, we don't." She declared stubbornly, pulling from my grasp, her hand finding my member again, her silken hands sliding up and down over the tip, coaxing some pre cum out and firmly back down. "Tommy has already told me- I don't care! Just let me have tonight!"

　　"Fuck!" I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

　　"I am a big girl Jason. Don't worry about me- let me take care of you one last time..." She cooed, leaning into my ear, her teeth grazing down my lobe seductively. "Please"

　　"Fuck how could I say no to that!" I moaned to Archer as her talented hand pumped my cock expertly, her tongue licking up my neck.

　　"We could rip her fingers off one by one... I think that's a pretty clear no?" He muttered before disappearing to the back of my mind, unwilling to be part of this!

　　"Jason...?" She paused, waiting for consent like the good girl she was.

　　"Yes- ok!" I whispered against the tiles in defeat! "One last time!"

　　After all - If she was with Damien tonight, what was the harm in one more night with Kayal?