Page 48 of Good Friends
It rolled his eyes back in his head, the pleasure mixed with the feel of his tender ass rubbing against the bed.
He reached down and stroked Porter’s hair, loving the evil gleam in the man’s eyes.
Yes, by this time next week, he’d be Mr. Gavin Hutchinson, because he honestly didn’t want to keep his name. Well, he’d hyphenate it because of his certifications, but he’d use Hutchinson.
On that thought he exploded, Porter staying with him and sucking down every drop before standing and lubing his cock and Gavin’s ass and sliding home.
Porter leaned in and kissed him. “Mine, mine, mine,” he whispered as he slowly fucked him, nibbling along the side of Gavin’s neck.
Gavin tried to coax him into fucking him harder. “Yours, Sir. All yours.”
“Damn right you’re all mine.” He lifted his head and stared into Gavin’s eyes. “In case it wasn’t clear, you don’t take any other jobs in Costa Rica or Outer Mongolia, or wherever. Nothing happens that I don’t sign off on or can’t be with you for. Understand?”
Gavin grinned. “Absolutely, Sir.”
Porter started moving, long-stroking him before slamming home deep and hard. It didn’t take him long to build up a good one before he exploded and fell still inside Gavin, kissing him, nibbling his lips, whispering to him how much he loved him.
“Never letting you go, baby,” Porter whispered. “Never again.”
Gavin buried his hands in Porter’s hair and held him in place for another kiss. “Good, because you’re never getting rid of me.”
Chapter Fifteen
Friday afternoon, after the men were officially proclaimed husbands, Gavin filed the name change form and then the next part of their newly-wedded bliss could commence. From Sarasota, they headed north to St. Pete and checked in at the Toucan. They were in a second-floor room on the north side of the pool courtyard. It’d give them a perfect view of the party this weekend.
Gavin was damn sure looking forward to it.
Porter flopped onto his back on the king-sized bed and unbuttoned his shirt as he lay there. “This freaking place, man. I’m so glad we got our shit together. I always love coming here with you.”
Now shirtless, Gavin climbed on top of him on the bed, straddling him. “You do, huh?”
“Yeah.” Porter stared up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. “I never had a fraction of the fun as I did when you were with me.”
“Except for Ivan.” Gavin smirked.
Porter’s smile evaporated. “Are you really upset about him?”
Gavin leaned in and kissed him. “Not as long as I finally get to meet him and his hubby, no.”
“Ron texted me they’re coming up tomorrow morning. Ivan got stuck in surgery today with an emergency that didn’t go well, and he’s a wreck. Ron apologized and said he wants to keep him home tonight because being with the babies always makes him feel better.” His hands settled on Gavin’s hips but he stared up into Gavin’s eyes. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I saw so much of Dane in him that I wasn’t thinking straight.”
Gavin arched an eyebrow at him. “Gee, ya think?”
Porter pinched his right hip.
“Sir,” Gavin added, leaning in to kiss him again.
“Brat.”
Gavin reached down, smiling, and tweaked Porter’s nipples. “Yourbrat,Sir.”
He felt Porter’s cock harden under him, even between their clothes. “Damn well better be a brat only for me.”
“That’s the deal.” He scooted down just a little so he could lie on top of Porter, his head on Porter’s chest. “You’re only mine, and I’m only yours.”
Porter’s arms closed around him and Gavin felt Porter’s breath warmly brushing against his scalp. “I only want to be yours,” Porter quietly said. “I’ll spend the rest of our lives together showing you that, as long as it takes to convince you.”
In Gavin’s ear, Porter’s heartbeat softly throbbed even as the man’s hands stroked his back, gently pressing into the muscles along his vertebrae, soothing Gavin, relaxing him.
