Page 146 of Tobias

“That would be me,” Marianne says, moving forward so I can see her. I give her a look, asking how. “Dad told me he was going to give you the promotion, so I talked to Tobias about setting up the party.”

I shake my head as tears sting my eyes. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve these people. And I definitely don’t deserve Tobias, who has taught me more about myself than I thought was possible. The most important thing being that love is love, and though my sexuality is still a weird thing for me, I’ve just accepted that I like people for who they are. But it’s not something I have to worry about anymore, not since we’re spending the rest of our lives together.

Tobias reaches over for my hand, his wedding band glistening under the light. It’s still new, just about three months. We didn’t make a big thing out of it, just a small ceremony here at our house with all our friends and family. Even my parents showed, but just to drop off a gift. It’s progress, and I’m still hopeful.

“Thank you,” I say, looking from Marianne to Tobias. They both grin in return. “And thank you all for coming,” I say loudly for everyone else to hear. They all clap and whoop. Any reason for us to get together and party. Everyone from the bar is here, Asher, Morgan, even Max. My brother, Tobias’s sister and mother. They’re all here, celebrating me. Our family and friends. It's wonderful. My heart is so full.

I turn to Tobias, throwing my arms around his neck to hug him. When I pull away, he’s looking at someone over myshoulder with a strange smile, and so I turn to see who it is. I wouldn’t put it past Preston to do something stupid.

“Congratulations, son.”

I’m met with my father giving me a bright smile, my mother by his side with watery eyes.

“Dad? Mom?” My smile is slow, but sure.

“We’re so proud of you,” my mother says.

And that has tears pouring from my eyes. I hate it, because I hate crying, but I can’t fucking help it. What better way to celebrate a promotion at work, from manager to director, than being thrown a surprise party by every single person you care about?

The party goes deep into the night, with everyone eating too much and drinking too much. They’d ordered a bus to get everyone here, so I wouldn’t find a ton of cars in the driveway and get suspicious. The same bus takes everyone back.

“I am so proud of you,” Tobias says once we’re in our room, getting ready to shower and go to bed.

“Thank you,” I say, my gaze going to the curve of his back as he pulls his shirt over his head. He gives me a knowing look when he finds me staring.

“You know, I had a really hard day today,” he says with a smirk.

I laugh. “Did you now?”

He nods, sauntering toward me. “I did.” He kisses me. “And I really want to fuck you, but…” He shrugs. “Kinda low on energy.”

I narrow my eyes. “Okay?”

Tobias’s hands travel down my sides, hooking into my pants to tug out my shirt.

“So, I was thinking you could fuck me tonight.”

My eyes go wide, and my dick instantly gets hard. “Seriously?”

“Unless it’s a problem…”

“No! No problem. Fuck, yes.”

We’ve talked about me fucking Tobias. We’ve had a lot of conversations about sex and what we like and don’t like—not much on the dislike side, by the way. And Tobias has said he has no issue bottoming for me, but it just hasn’t happened. Sex with us happens naturally, and we just do what feels right. It’s not that fucking him feels wrong, but… I love when he fucks me too much to not want it.

“When you’re done getting undressed, meet me in the shower.”

He walks away before I can argue, and I quickly get undressed, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. When I walk into the bathroom, I find Tobias with his back to me, one hand leaning on the wall, his foot on the built-in tiled shower seat, and two fingers buried in his ass.

“Holy fuck…” I breathe out.

My dick pulses out pre-cum and I grip it in fear of coming right this damn second. This is by far the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life, and that’s saying a lot because Tobias is sexy as hell.

“Are you going to make me do this myself?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Not at all.” I step into the large shower and pull Tobias’s hand away, immediately replacing his fingers with mine. He groans when I swipe against his prostate. He used plenty of lube, so I don’t need to add more. I brush my cock against his ass, and grip onto his strong shoulder to hold him in place so I can shove my fingers deeper.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “That feels good.”

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