Page 117 of Counterpoint
“Zavier’s myhusband,” Ray said. “And I can have more than one best friend. We’ve had this discussion before.”
Adrian snorted. “Aretheyalways like this?”
Both Zavier and Mish answered, “Yes.”
Dom started laughing. He couldn’t help it. Everything was wrong and everything was right. He was still Domino Grinder and he was utterly Dominic Bradley.
And Adrian Doran was gonna work for Twisted Wishes.HisAdrian. The man who held his heart and his secrets and tied him up. The love that kept him steady and let him float above all the cares in the world.
Hands on his shoulders and then his chin, tipping his face up, and Adrian was there. “I’ll give you everything I can in this world, Dominic. Just let me be with you.”
“You’re asking me?” Because really, if it weren’t for all the other people in the room, Dom would be on his knees right now.
“I’m always going to ask.” Adrian’s smile was soft.
“I want your library.” Dom met his gaze. “But it’s gotta come with you, ’cause it’s not nearly as fun without you in it.”
Adrian’s grin was wicked.
Somewhere behind Adrian, Ray murmured, “They’re fucking perfect for each other.”
“Mmmhmm,” Zavier said. “And I believe this is where the three of us should go and find out what interviews Marcella’s booking us for.”
There was shuffling, and Mish laughing, and a door opening and closing, then silence. Dom hadn’t once looked away from Adrian. Couldn’t. Not from those eyes or that smile.
“Just the library and me?” Adrian whispered. “Nothing else?” He stroked fingers over Dom’s cheek.
“How about the whole house and the rest of our lives? Shacking up?”
A nod, then Adrian pulled him up into his arms, and took Dom’s breath away with a kiss that was hot and deep and utterly claiming. Dom dug his fingers into Adrian’s hair and kissed back hard, fighting for every inch of control, until they were both hard and breathless.
When Dom came up for air, he laughed. “Did I just propose to you?”
Adrian nipped his ear. “Yup.”
“So you’re fine with being Mr. Grinder?”
Adrian’s breath caught, then he huffed out a laugh before kissing Dom’s neck. “Adrian Grinder sounds ridiculous.”
“Yeah, nearly as bad as Domino Grinder.”
Adrian softened at that and pulled back, hands gliding down to Dom’s shoulders. “Domino Grinder is a fucking amazing man. So’s Dominic Bradley. And you’re the love of my life. My strength and my home.”
The mirror of his own thoughts. “You’re my shelter and my refuge. You’re right. We can have our privacy. The public can have Domino. The rest of the band can have Dom. But you’re the only one who’ll ever have all of me.”
Adrian’s smile was joy incarnate and his kiss feather-soft. “Deal?”
“Deal.” He pulled Adrian into his arms.
“You know, I’m kinda looking forward to eventually sending a wedding invite to sanctimonious Father Patrick.” Adrian grinned.
Dom chuckled. “When we set a date.” He sobered. “Maybe your other siblings will be kinder.”
“I hope so.”
He kissed Adrian’s neck. “Let’s get out of here. Dodge the press, buy some pie, and go home so you can tie me up and feed me.”
Adrian lifted him off the ground and swung him around completely. “I fucking love my job,” he said.
