Page 13 of Getting Hitched

“I’ll leave you alone. I need to make a few last calls about things for the ceremony.”

“Thanks,” Gray said.

Mason stood too. “I’ll call Maria. She wanted me to check in with her about catering.”

Their friend Toby’s oldest sister, Maria, ran a catering business. She’d gotten very excited when Toby had told her about their ceremony. She insisted on catering it and even found them the perfect location, a farm just outside town, with a renovated—and air-conditioned—barn and a beautiful outdoor gathering space. She wasn’t charging them nearly enough, but they planned to tip her extravagantly.

Gray had a feeling she was hoping the ceremony would encourage Toby and his lovers, Matt and Bryce, to do the same. Gray didn’t think his friends were ready for that kind of commitment, but he was thrilled they were still together and seemed to have figured out a relationship dynamic that worked for them.

Jack and Mason headed into the living room, and Gray took another few sips of coffee. He had food and quiet and the best boyfriends. Maybe he could just close his eyes for a few seconds and enjoy how good all that felt.

No! He blinked and sat up. He couldn’t eat with his eyes closed. Not easily, anyway. He took another bite of cinnamon roll, polished off one of the sausage patties, and drank a little more coffee. He reached for his fork, but it slipped from his hand. He could rest just a few more minutes. Then he’d be able to hold a fork better. He let his eyes drift closed. That’s it. Just a few seconds to rest his eyes.

“Gray! Gray!”

“Wh-what?” He sat up. Where was he? Why was he… Shit! He’d put his head down on the table. At least he hadn’t put his face in his plate or spilled his coffee, although that might’ve woken him up.

“Let us put you to bed,” Mason said.

“No, I should?—”

“Go to bed,” Jack said.

Gray frowned at him. “You’ve been very toppy this week.” He sounded petulant, but he was too tired to care.

“Maybe that’s my way of dealing with all this pre-wedding stress.”

“If it’s too much, then?—”

“It’s not too much. What are you complaining for, anyway? Are you feeling the need to assert your dominance over me?”

Gray sniffed. “Maybe. Not that I really mind you like this. But your toppy phases don’t usually last this long.”

Jack smiled. “Maybe it won’t last much longer. I’m feeling the need for a nice long punishment session.”

Jack’s words had Gray’s cock waking up, even though the rest of him was still half asleep.

“Something like we gave Mason last week?”

Mason got a dreamy look on his face and rubbed his ass.

“Still sore?” Gray asked.

“No, it’s faded, but damn, that was hot.”

“Yes, it was,” Gray agreed. “How long before brunch?”

“Not long enough,” Jack said. “And you need sleep.”

“Fine, but tell Henry and Andy I’m sorry.”

“We will,” Mason said.

Jack smiled. “I assume we can’t tell them the details.”

“No, you may not.”

Jack snickered. “Fine, even though they’d love the story. Come on.” He tugged on Gray’s arm. “Let’s get you to bed.”

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