Page 61 of Unexpected Company
My heart soars.
“I love you Garrett,” he starts. “I have from the very first time you kissed me. I love you more and more every day. Yes, I’ll marry you. I’ll be your family, your husband. You’re everything to me, Gare Bear. Everything.”
Roman drops his left hand from my chest and I look down to where he’s holding it out, fingers splayed. Trembling, I slide the ring on.
He flings himself forward, and I catch him, the two of us falling backwards. His brown eyes are damp around the edges, his lashes clumping together. I trace a line under them with my thumb, catching the wetness.
Rolling us so that Roman is beneath me, I rest my forehead on his. His hands wrap around my back, holding me tightly.
“I love you, sweet thing.”
Roman
“Keep your hands there.” Garrett’s voice is gruff when he presses my hands to the mirror. His beard scratches the nape of my neck, and his suit jacket rubs against the naked skin of my back. He moves lower, his mouth tracing a path down my spine. Goosebumps prickle over my skin.
“We’re going to be late,” I mumble. My words turn into a moan when he trails his hands down my body before parting my ass cheeks and licking a stripe over my entrance. Garrett ignores my feeble protest – I couldn’t care less if we’re late – and plunges his tongue inside me.
My cock is hard and I ache to take myself in hand, but I don’t dare move.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he grumbles before he’s back at my entrance. He’s relentless, fucking his tongue in and out of my tight hole, nipping, sucking and licking until I’m a trembling mess, begging him for more.
“Please Gare Bear, please.”
Garrett stands, the full weight of him pressing me up against the mirror. He’s fully dressed in a well-fitted navy blue suit, but he’s freed his cock and it sits hot and hard against my ass. My own suit lies in disarray on the floor next to us. One look at me in a suit turned my lumberjack feral, and I was out of it and up against our bathroom mirror in the blink of an eye.
“I’ll give you everything you need, sweet thing. I always will.”
His hand skates between my cheeks, toying at my hole. He taps against the opening, making me mewl. Promising but not giving. Teasing but not delivering. If we had hours, I’ve no doubt he’d edge me until I was crying. Wouldn’t be the first time. But time isn’t our friend right now and I have an inkling of fear that he’ll leave me hard and wanting all evening.
“Gare, please. I need you.”
Cold air tickles my skin when Garrett steps away.
“Don’t move your hands, sweet thing. Or you will have a very uncomfortable evening.”
God, I love him.
I nod, resting my cheek against the mirror between my hands, the cool of the glass welcome on my overheated skin.
When Garrett returns, he wastes no time pressing a lubed finger into my hole, twisting and thrusting to open me up. I whimper at the intrusion and fullness as he adds another.
“That’s it. You’re going to come for me, okay?”
He fucks his fingers in and out; the drag eased by the lube.
I make a garbled sound as he removes both fingers, then thrusts them back in, nudging against my prostate. Fire flicks in my belly and I moan loudly in the quiet of the room.
“You’re so beautiful,” Garrett says, working his fingers deeper. My stomach muscles clench and my balls draw tight. “Look at us,” he demands, easing back slightly, enough for me to look at the two of us in the mirror. Him in his suit and me stark naked,dick flushed and leaking, my nipples – newly pierced on a dare – peaked.
“Gare, please, I need to touch –”
“No,” he stops my words. “You can come just like this. I know you can, sweet thing.”
He fucks me harder with his fingers, then bites into the soft skin of my shoulder.
“Paint this mirror with your come.”
His fingers in my ass and his mouth on my neck are relentless. I writhe under his touch, my temperature soaring. I’m right there.
