As he stared ahead, my fingers dragged down his chest, covering one pec before sliding over to do the same with the other. He blinked, but it was more like a drag of his eyelids. Like he was suddenly very sleepy and had to fight to keep his eyes open.
My hand kept going, and his eyes grew heavier.
Under the blanket, my hand brushed over his cock, which was rigid beneath the jeans he wore. I only stroked it once before pulling away and making him turn his head to finally look at me.
I smiled, knowing he wanted me to keep touching that particular area, but my hands had other ideas. The ripped jeans he was wearing were like a playground, offering glimpses and teases of different patches of his skin.
Something on the screen in front of us exploded, but neither of us reacted.
His body trembled when my fingers dove beneath one of the rips, caressing his skin. The light from the screen cast ever-changing shadows over his features as he stared. “Frat boy.”
I looked up.
He shoved me back into my seat and climbed into my lap, straddling my stiff cock and rocking against it.
“You were hard that night too,” he murmured.
I stayed relaxed against the seat, staring up at him with passion-drunk eyes and reveling in the weight of him in my lap.
Our chests bumped together when he kissed me, and the thin string of restraint we’d sort of been holding on to snapped.
Tugging the shirt off his body, I sucked one of his nipples into my mouth, bunching the warm skin stretched across his back in my palms.
His moan of pleasure spurred me on, spiking the adrenaline already pulsing through my system.
Moving to the second nipple, I reached between us and unbuttoned his jeans. His hands were doing the same, and soon, both of our straining dicks were out.
Drew’s hand wrapped around both of us. The feel of his silky skin rubbing against me as he jacked us both made my head fall back against the seat.
He rocked against me, and the sight he made on top of me, nothing but a dark shadow with the screen at his back, made my hips thrust upward in reply.
“Drew.” I moaned, trying to lift him off of me, wanting to slide down his body and take him between my lips.
“You sure we’re alone right now?” He panted, pushing me back into the chair.
I nodded, reaching between our bodies.
Lunging forward, he slid his tongue into my mouth, and they battled it out in a sweet, sweet war.
When my dick was slick with pre-cum and I was nearly suffocated with the need for more, I pushed him back so I could pin him to the chair and suck him dry.
“No,” he said, reaching around into the back pocket of his jeans and tossing a packet of lube against my chest.
By the time I glanced at it and then back up, he’d already shoved his jeans down and was reaching for mine.
“We don’t have to,” I said, even though I fucking wanted to so bad.
His teeth flashed. “You fucking want me bad right now.”
I caught his hip as he was climbing back into my lap. “Drew.”
The seriousness in my tone made him pause. Our eyes met. “Is this why you think you’re the wife?”
Even though he was shadowed by the bright movie behind him, I could see his big smile. “What?”
“Ever since the accident, you’ve been the one, ah, on the receiving end.” This was awkward. And hella hard to talk about when my hormones were raging to be inside him.
But I’d deny myself. I’d deny myself all the pleasure in the world if it meant making sure Drew had what he needed.
“You mean I’ve somehow become your bottom,” he said boldly.
He was a lot better at saying things bluntly. Even more so since he almost died.
“Well, yeah.” I agreed.
His throaty laugh made my cock jerk. His hand wrapped around it and stroked, making me forget about this conversation.
Focus.
“I’m serious.” I forged on. If he could be blunt, so could I. “I know I’ve been kinda… demanding lately.”
“Savagely bossy is more accurate,” he said but then finished his words with another jerk of my shaft.
I moaned.
“It doesn’t always have to be me.” I panted. “I’ll be—”
“I like being your bottom,” he announced, releasing my dick to grab the lube still lying on my chest. “I like when you’re demanding. I like when you’re inside me. I like knowing that I please you.”
My hips thrust at his words. “You trying to make me come with just your words?” I ground out.
“Just telling you like it is. Just telling you all the stuff I’ve held back.”
“I fucking love you.”
He used his teeth to rip open the packet. The slippery stuff was warm from being in his pocket, and my body jerked when he first coated me with it.
“I’m not saying I don’t ever want to top you again.”
“You can have me whenever you want me.” I promised, wanting his hands back on me.
He added more lube, and breath hissed between my teeth.
Grabbing the blanket he’d been covered with, he draped it around his shoulders and adjusted his body.
I held my fingers out between us, and he squeezed out what was left in the packet on the ends of my fingers. The second I rubbed against him, his body sagged closer to mine. I was impatient and needy, but I took my time making sure he was moisturized, then dragged my hand up to wrap around his cock.
He moved with confidence, as if he definitely mastered being my “bottom” even though technically he was totally on top right now.
The first push of our bodies merging made me bite into my lower lip. And when he sank down over me completely, I jolted up, grabbing both his arms, and bit down lightly on his chest.
We were alone, but me screaming with pleasure might not keep us that way.
At least the movie was loud and would cover up most of the sounds we made.
Grabbing my head in his hands, Drew pulled my mouth off him and stared down, riding my dick like the true professional he was.
I pulled his head down so we could kiss, both of us falling back against the chair while he fucked me until I couldn’t see straight.
When he started to whisper my name over and over against my ear, I knew he was at his peak, so I reached between us and brought him over the edge.
He buried his face in my neck, muffling the sound of his moans, his hips still riding me even through the orgasm ripping through his body.
Before he was even done, I lost control, surging up into him, pouring out every last drop of desire into his body.
I was sweating when I collapsed back with him against my chest. Both of us breathing heavily, our legs trembling.
Before I was even recovered, I started to shift so I could pull out, but he made a sound of protest, curling closer against my body.
“Stay,” he murmured.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You don’t hurt me, T. My body loves you.”
I stayed nestled inside him, because really, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
I rubbed his back for a long time, enjoyed the tickling sensation of his scruff against my chest, and inhaled his familiar scent while the movie played.
Eventually he shifted, so I gently lifted him up to slide out of his body.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Even though the movie was louder, his words were all I heard.
Snatching his shirt from nearby, I tugged it over his head. When it appeared through the center of the fabric, I leaned up to kiss him. “No, baby, I love you.”
He smiled, and it was the cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
No, seriously. I’d seen a lot of cute shit. I had a baby daughter. But this? Goddamn.
“We should get cleaned up,” I said. “The movie is almost over.” I helped him first, making sure he didn’t put too much weight on his booted foot, making sure h
e was cleaned up and covered before I even worried about myself.
Once he was back in his seat with a blanket on his lap, I took care of myself.
Not too much longer, the credits for the movie started to roll.
“Thank you for this,” he said, turning to me. “For tonight.”
Cheekily, I lifted an eyebrow. “Who said it’s over?”
“Is another movie playing after this one?”
I nodded. “Watch.” I gestured to the screen.
Drew turned back, and I smiled at his profile.
Terminator went off.
Another movie came on.
Ours.
45
Drew
* * *
This wasn’t at all what I was expecting.
When the first photo filled the giant screen, I looked over at Trent.
He smiled and gestured for me to keep watching. But how could I watch the screen when he was right there in front of me?
How could I tear my eyes away from his strong profile, his handsome face that was suddenly filled with nerves and shyness?
Trent reached out, palming the top of my head and turning it so I had to look at the movie playing before me.
Our movie.
Trent made a “movie” about us.
Photo after photo of us played, showing us at the track, inside the Mustangs, eating fries at some shithole diner off the interstate.
There were selfies. There were candid moments the family had caught without us realizing. There was even a badly recorded video of us surfing at the beach.
Tears blurred my eyes as I looked back over the last five years I’d spent with this man. With my best friend. My soulmate.
There was no one else. There never could be.
I lived and died for Trent. He was my blood. My oxygen and everything in between. All the hate we’d experienced since “coming out” seemed trivial now. Losing my parents suddenly felt like a worthy sacrifice. Hell, death itself even seemed unimportant.
I’d relive that car slamming into the concrete and listen to my father’s hateful words a thousand more times as long as we ended up here.
The song playing in the background nudged a tear out of the corner of my eye. It was by Calum Scott, and it seemed completely written for us.
(It wasn’t, but it sure felt like it in this moment).
Finally, the picture changed, and a photo of our family filled the screen. Me, Trent, Andi, and Travis. Four people. My entire world.
The song stopped playing, but I continued to stare.
“Drew.” Trent beckoned, his voice like velvet on a cold autumn day.
I looked over, and my heart started to quake.
He was down on one knee, the look on his face completely sincere, with an open ring box poised in the palm of his hand.
“I never really asked.” He began, giving me a shy smile. A smile that undid all the laces holding me together. “I pretty much demanded, and then Ivy took over the plans.”
“I don’t care.” I gasped, trying not to cry.
“I know,” he said gently. “But I do. I thought about it, and every single couple in our family had some type of epic proposal. Hell, we helped set up a lot of them. But what did I give you? An order. A demand.”
“You gave me everything.”
He smiled. The box in his hand seemed a little unsteady.
“I can do better than that,” he whispered. “I know the wedding is tomorrow, but I’m still asking now. Will you marry me?” He looked me right in the eyes, casting a spell that could never be undone. “Will you let me take care of you for the rest of your life?”
“Yes.”
He started to go on but then realized I already answered. “Yeah?”
Oh my God, his crooked tooth appeared in that lopsided smile. I nodded. “Yeah.”
Blowing out a breath like he hadn’t dared to breathe, he ripped the ring out of the box and threw it somewhere I’d probably never see again.
The lights in the room gently lifted, offering just enough brightness for me to see what he slid onto my hand.
“Shouldn’t we do this part tomorrow?”
“Screw everyone else. I want this moment for us.”
I laughed.
“Besides, you know how hard it’s been calling you Mask but not seeing a ring on your finger?”
“Ring or not, I’m always yours.”
“I want the ring,” he declared.
Bossy bastard.
I glanced down, taking in the thick black band with a row of round sparkling diamonds through the center.
“Diamonds.” I scoffed, smiling. “Really?”
“Fuck yes. My baby gets diamonds.”
I laughed, and my stomach floated from all the butterfly wings.
“I love it,” I admitted, watching the way the light caught on said diamonds.
Trent took my hand and kissed the band.
“Since we’re doing this now,” I said, leaning my hip up to reach into my pocket to pull out a band of my own. “I have one for you too.”
“That’s been in your pocket this whole time?”
“I’ve been carrying it around on the daily since I bought it. So many times, I wanted to slip it on your finger.”
Grinning, he offered his hand.
I slid the band home, and he looked down and laughed. “Diamonds?”
“Fuck yes.” I copied his words. “My baby gets diamonds.”
His was the color of gunmetal, dark gray.
Clearing my throat, I said, “And technically, it’s not diamonds.”
“They’re blue,” he said, still staring at the ring. Lifting his stare, he said, “Like your eyes.”
I knew he’d understand. “Sapphires.”
“It’s perfect.”
“I’m not taking this off just to put it back on tomorrow during the ceremony.” I warned.
“No one would dare suggest it.”
I knew that technically, he wasn’t my husband until tomorrow, but my heart didn’t give a crap about technicalities. To me, Trent was already officially mine.
46
Trent
* * *
Romeo was my best man. Braeden was Drew’s.
We stood under some elaborate yellow rose archway erected in the backyard, and it didn’t rain a single drop. I swear the clouds were scared of Ivy.
All our friends and family were in attendance, and though we tried to keep it pretty small, we knew a lot of awesome people.
The press was kept out, and Ivy tied bunches of white balloons to literally everything, which blocked the view of the drones that would occasionally fly overhead.
Sure, the press probably got some air shots, but they’d be shitty and that made me kinda gleeful inside.
Not because I wanted to hide, though.
Not because I was ashamed.
Not because I worried Drew’s parents would see the images online.
Mainly, it was because GearShark had the feature story and would release “official” wedding photos with our cover story.
Yep. Another cover story. This time, I wasn’t holding back. Why should I?
And shit, this cover story alone would pay for both my kids’ college education.
Andi made the prettiest flower girl I’d ever seen. She outshined even her fellow flower squad of Nova, London, and Sophia.
Who could resist an angel baby being pulled down the aisle in a basket of roses?
Fake roses. Not real ones. I wasn’t having my baby girl poked by thorns.
Travis, Blue, Jax, Asher, and Jagger were the ring bearers, but the boys had no rings to carry. Instead, they all drove down the aisle in mini cars. Travis drove a Mustang. Of course.
Then he stopped his car halfway down the aisle so he could get out and catch another Pokémon that magically appeared in the middle of the wedding.
We, of course, stopped everything. Kid had to catch the Pikachu.
Once all the kids were wrangled and their
cars were parked behind the flowers, we said some heartfelt vows, which sounded something like this:
“I, Drew, take you, frat boy, to be my bossy husband. I won’t share my fries with you, but I’ll eat the tomatoes off your burgers and I’ll wear all your shirts even when mine are clean. I swear to love you in this life, the next one, and even in death. Thank you for being patient and kind, for always protecting me, even when that meant you were hurt. I’ll never be as good a man as you are, but you picked me anyway. And I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. You gave me the family I never knew I was missing, and if that wasn’t enough, you gave me the blood flowing through your own veins. I’m not just me anymore, Trent. I’m us. I literally don’t exist without you.”
Yep. He said all that.
I had to get a tissue from Braeden.
Don’t worry, though. He had to get a tissue from Romeo.
“I, Trent, take you, Drew, to be my wife. Oh! Wait. I mean husband.”
Everyone laughed. Except Drew.
“I’ll always put ketchup on my plate for your mountain of fries, make your coffee just the way you like it, and tie a knot in the straw paper that you always toss my way. You can wear my shirts and I’ll wear your boxers, and I’ll always be your number one fan. My whole life, I was lonely, missing a lot of shit I was too scared to reach for, but you literally sped into my life and made me even more afraid not to try. Without you, I’d be alive, but not living. I’d be a man, but only half. I would have loved but never known the meaning. You’re my reason, you’re my truth, and you have a really nice ass. If my life is a book, you are the story. A story that only begins and ends with you. Thank you for being a father to our kids. Thank you for letting me love you, and thank you for being brave enough to hold my hand. I never thought we needed to get married, but now I can’t imagine you as anything but my husband.”
When we were finally official, I picked him up in front of everyone and kissed him until my arms couldn’t hold him up anymore.
And there we were. Husband and husband. One life with two hands. Surrounded by people who loved us unconditionally and allowed us to love them the same in return.
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