Page 52 of Cocky Bastard

“I love you too.” He lifted his head and kissed me properly.

“What did you get for dinner?”

“Duck legs,” he said, finally letting go of our cocks and making cooling cum trickle across my skin. “I thought I’d make that nice ragu.”

“Sounds good,” I said as I gently slid my hands up around his neck. “We should probably clean up first.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, maybe.”

“We could shower too?” I asked, the casual suggestion hanging in the air and offering so much more than a quick clean-up.

“We could.” He kissed me again, heat simmering under the sweetness.

“Want to go now?”

“Yeah,” he said, stepping back to allow me to slide off the table. I’d clean the top of it later when we came back downstairs.

Austin kicked off his jeans, leaving him standing bottomless in the middle of the dining room, and when I giggled he pulled his T-shirt off too. He held out his non-sticky hand and smiled at me.

It was a smile that said so much more than words ever could.

I love you. I’m proud of you. You’re mine.

And you will be forever.

I kicked off my shorts, threw off my T-shirt, slipped my hand into his, and pulled him towards the stairs.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Austin

“How wouldyou feel about meeting some of my friends?” I asked later that night when we were both sitting on the sofa watching one of Henry’s superhero movies. It was cheesy and fun and I had to admit Henry looked pretty good in spandex. The fitness routine to get the abs he was sporting must have been hell, though.

“You have friends?” Kane asked with a teasing smile. He was leaning against the arm of the sofa with his legs thrown over my thighs and I was so tempted to pull him onto my lap.

“Hey!”

He laughed as I playfully tried, and failed, to tap the side of his ass. “I’m sorry, I just can’t imagine anyone else wanting to put up with you.”

“That’s low, Pendleberry,” I said. “And after I made you ragu too.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, sounding slightly more sincere. “Maybe you’ll have to punish me.”

“Maybe I will.” I smirked. “No pistachio croissants for breakfast.”

Kanan gasped in actual horror. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“You know I could just go and buy them myself,” he said, pulling his knee up to prod my thigh with his toe.

“I know,” I said as I ran one finger down the sole of his foot, making him snort and squirm. “But you won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.” I grinned and leant down to kiss him. “Mostly because I’m always the one who goes while you stay in bed.”

He gasped and gently pushed my chest away. “No, I usually have a shower because I’m either full of cum or covered in it, and I can’t leave the house.”

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