Page 49 of Good Friends
“Me, too, Sir,” he quietly said without a hint of snark this time. “Still can’t believe you bagged yourself a fricking surgeon.Damn.” He loved the way Porter’s hands felt warm against his back, how he slowly stroked up and down his flesh.
Porter snorted. “Wait until you meet him. You’ll swear he’s barely old enough to drink, much less operate on people.”
Gavin looked up, into his eyes. “I swear I won’t obsess about this all weekend.”
“I damn well hope not.” He smiled. “Thisisour honeymoon, after all.”
“I can’t believe you finally talked me into marrying you.”
The eyebrow went up. “I can be persuasive and even downright pushy when I want to be.”
“I see that, Sir.”
“You saying you mind?” Porter asked.
Gavin grinned. “Not what I’m saying at all. I love your pushy, persuasive ass.”
“But what about my other pushy, persuasive parts?” Porter playfully waggled his eyebrows at him.
“I loveallyour pushy, persuasive parts,Sir.” Gavin kissed him, taking his time and savoring it. “Master,” he whispered, cutting free those last few tendrils of doubt tenaciously clinging to his soul.
Doubt had no place in their marriage. None whatsoever. He’d seen this man at his worst and at his best, and Porter had seen him at his, too.
He was never letting him go again.
Porter’s hands stilled as he stared up at him, his gaze deep brown, black coffee with hints of amber dimly winking like stars in distant galaxies. In this moment Gavin sensed all Porter’s defenses had dropped, his soul stripped bare. “If youreallyare giving me that,” Porter softly said, “be advised I’m never letting go of it, or you. It means no more limits, in some ways.”
Gavin nodded. “I know.”
He still stared up at him. “I’m going to mark what’smine,” he softly said in that deep Dom-tone that made a delicious shiver ripple throughout Gavin’s body.
Gavin’s soul felt lighter than it had in…ever. “I know, Master.”
There went the eyebrow. “I’m sure I can find someplace around here who can pierce your nipples for us tomorrow.” That’d always been Porter’s favorite thing to tease him with, and Gavin’s rejoinder had always been if he was the Master, it’d be his property to do with as he pleased, but until then, they were off-limits.
So this wasn’t exactly unexpected.
Another nervous swallow. “That’s up to Master.”
Porter sat up, his arms around Gavin. “Anything you want to negotiate first?”
“Play with others only if we’re both there, but no sex with them, not even oral. Veto rights for both of us on play.” He stared into Porter’s eyes. “Everything else belongs to Master, and it’s your call.”
Porter fisted Gavin’s hair and slanted his lips over Gavin’s for a sweetly searing kiss that made Gavin moan. “Agreed. Anything else before I fuck a load inside you, baby?”
“Yeah,” Gavin softly said. “There’s a quick trip I want to make next weekend.”
* * * *
Porter blinked back tears as Gavin told him what he wanted to do…and why.
“Yeah,” Porter hoarsely said. “Book the flights when we get home Sunday night.”
Gavin smiled. “Would you like me to get naked, Master?”
“Fuckin’ A, you should be naked already.”
Gavin quickly stripped and grabbed the lube while Porter shimmied out of his shorts and briefs. Thirty seconds later, Gavin was happily impaling himself on his hubby’s cock.
