Page 99 of Sapphire Storm

There were some shocked gasps, but mostly what followed wasa building swell of applause and several hundred versions ofWhat in God’sname is happening?

When they broke, Ethan dug into Roman’s jacket anddisconnected his body mic. He felt a tug and saw Rachel had pulled it from hishand. To Roman, he whispered, “We’re about to have a hundred reporters all overus, so now’s the part where we touch the sky. Take my hand, baby.”

Roman obeyed, and suddenly they were rushing down the aisletogether.

“Play some kind of wedding thing!” Rachel shouted behindthem. The orchestra responded by taking up the wedding march. Because nobody inattendance knew quite what else to do, large sections of the crowd rose totheir feet and applauded.

“Wait,” Roman shouted to Ethan as they ran. “We didn’t justget married for real, right?”

“No. Everyone’s just very confused,” Ethan answered. “Keepgoing!”

As they did, Roman realized the hotel’s security team hadcleared a path before them, but when they entered the carpeted corridor, he sawone of the camera crews that had chased Diana out of the hotel had returned. Itwas racing toward them, camera lights a shocking wall of white. Then he andEthan were racing through the bowels of the hotel, past offices and storagerooms and electrical closets. The next thing he knew, they were outside,running through a tunnel-like corridor past a security booth that he figuredwas the hotel’s employee entrance.

A familiar SUV squealed to the curb. Ethan practically hoistedhim into the backseat, and suddenly they were blissfully tangled in eachother’s arms as it sped away from the curb. When he looked up, he saw anothercamera crew racing down the hillside toward the employee entrance. But theywere shrinking through the back window and entirely on foot.

“All right, you guys haven’t seen each other in forever, sofeel free to get as freaky as you want back there.” Donnie was driving. “Ipromise not to look. But please, no bussy action ’till I get you home.”

They fell into a kiss that made Roman feel like he wasfloating up and out of his body, but somehow still in Ethan’s arms, as theyleft the nightmare of the past month far below.

The minute they stumbled together into hisapartment, Ethan began tearing the studs from the front of Roman’s tuxedoshirt, groping through the fresh openings for his smooth, muscular skin.Kissing him like shared oxygen would make them both immortal.

Roman,he thought,home, mine again. Minealways.

He felt like he was laying claim to another man for thefirst time, maybe because Roman was the first man he’d ever saved.

As they fell against the side of the island in his kitchen,Roman breathed deep, nostrils flaring, eyes twinkling. Chewing his bottom lip,he steadied his hands enough to undo the buttons on Ethan’s chef’s jacket, thenfell to his knees and started unbuttoning Ethan’s pants.

Ethan yanked him to his feet, bringing their mouths togetheragain. “My bed,” he said. “Finally in my bed.”

They hit the mattress, and as Ethan tried to take control,Roman got the one up on him and flipped him onto his back, freeing his cock,devouring it in a wet frenzy. He’d been almost instantly, throbbingly hard whenhis shaft met open air. Now he was dangerously close to an eruption. Roman sensedit, tasted it, it seemed, and pulled off. He sprang to his feet, tore his pantsoff, then his briefs. There were a few studs left in the top of his shirt, andhis bowtie was still in place, but he went for the nightstand drawer in ahungry rush.

“Lower,” Ethan said.

Roman pulled open the little door below and found the bottleof lube. Eyes locked on Ethan’s, he poured a thin stream of it across Ethan’sjerking cock, spreading it with several firm strokes. Then, a hungry smile onhis face, he swung one leg over Ethan’s body, positioning himself for swiftentry.

Ethan watched in amazement as Roman sat back on hishaunches, hand behind him, guiding Ethan in, just skin and heat and lube.Watched the telltale dance of hungry surrender play across Roman’s face, theflash of surprise, the furrowed brow and parted gasping lips, followed by thesharp intake of breath as he sat back on the fullness of him. Then he looked toEthan, eyes glassy with lust, smile growing again, as he began to rock, toride.

Ethan loved that Roman’s bowtie was still in place, histuxedo shirt reduced to two sweaty dangling flaps, like prison manacles brokenand defiled. The parody of Diana Peyton’s sham wedding blown to bits as everyraw inch of him slid inside the first man for whom he’d been willing to risk itall.

Holding to Ethan’s shoulders with both hands, Romanaccelerated his thrusts, a wild light in his eyes, building speed and strengthuntil it felt like Ethan was the one being topped by Roman’s thrusting muscularpower coupled with his willingness and hunger. They fucked like they had notime at all, when the truth was, now they had nothing but time and each other.Time to reclaim all that had almost been stolen from them.

“Roman…” He was close, and he’d filled his tone with warning.

“Flood me,” Roman said. The words themselves were pure pornstar, but the tone was pleading and eager.

“Roman…”

“Breed me, Ethan. Make me yours.”

That was all it took. He yowled as his hips went molten andhis balls jerked. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d unleashed himself inanother man like this. Couldn’t remember the last time a man had laid him flatand taken control and drained him of all fear and fight. Because no other manever had. Only Roman. Roman, who shuddered now at the feel of Ethan’s seed fillinghim, whose cock jerked in response, who only needed to stroke himself once ortwice before he was jetting all over the T-shirt Ethan hadn’t had time or thewillingness to tear off.

Their mouths met, but their attempt at a kiss turned intoshared breathlessness.

It took them a while to part. For Roman to slide forward andthen off him. When he fell to the comforter next to him, Ethan tenderlyunfastened his bowtie, then removed the few remaining studs from his shirtuntil Roman was gloriously naked beside him, one arm and leg looped overEthan’s body.

“What did you do, Ethan?” he asked softly, stroking Ethan’shair back from his forehead, but his voice was full of wonder. “What did youdo?”

“Set you free.”

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