But now Teddy was feeling insecure about the secrets Adam was keeping. He was keeping those secrets for good reason.
He skimmed his lips from Teddy’s tattooed hip to his other one. Fingers pushed at the top of his head. Someone was being impatient.
If anyone should be, it should be Adam. He had to work later and hadn’t come home from last night’s shift until after midnight. So really, Adam shouldn’t be taking his time, they should be having a quickie. But, with the insecurity Teddy was experiencing right now, that might make it worse.
Because of that, he would take his time, settle his fiancé’s fears and then go back to sleep so he wasn’t dead on his feet tomorrow.
He nuzzled the manscaped hairs at the root of Teddy’s erection, took his soft sac into his mouth, heard a hiss come from above, while fingers dug into his scalp, and then he slowly licked up the underside of Teddy’s cock, ending at the slick head.
“Lover,” Teddy groaned as Adam hovered over the crown.
He tipped his eyes up to the man who was holding his breath in anticipation. He took T into his mouth, sucking him deep, tasting that familiar, salty precum on his tongue. Teddy’s hips rose slightly and Adam kept his eyes on him as the man threw his head back on his dead duck pillow and let out a ragged sigh.
He hadn’t done this in a while. Now he regretted it. He enjoyed pleasuring his fiancé since he got off on T getting off.
Forgetting to take care of Teddy like this was just proof Teddy was right, Adam had been distracted and not completely “there” in their relationship. Again, he had a good excuse but needed to not be so hyper-focused on not only him working toward becoming a detective, but his secret.
Even right now, he wasn’t concentrating one hundred percent on what he was doing. He sighed mentally and forced himself to focus.
He wrapped his fingers around the root and squeezed, then followed Teddy’s lead on how fast or slow he wanted.
“That’s it, lover,” Teddy moaned, his slim hips surging up.
Listening to T’s noises as Adam sucked him, made him rock hard and leak against the sheets.
Adam released him with a wet pop.
“What? No!” Teddy complained, his head shooting up off the pillow.
“Prep yourself because I’m going to make you come and as soon as I do, I’m taking what’s mine. This is your one and only warning.”
“Oh!” Teddy scrambled to dig into his nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube and, with shaky hands, popped open the cap and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. “Careful. I don’t want to knee you in the face.”
Adam shifted enough to let Teddy access the area he needed to prep inside and out and, once he was done, he closed the cap and tossed it down near his hip in case Adam would need more. They no longer used condoms since they had both been tested before moving in together, and both agreed to test yearly for peace of mind. But they never went without lube. Though, in a pinch, they’d found some interesting alternatives to commercial lubricants.
As soon as Teddy settled back into place, Adam took him deep into his mouth again and on the upstroke, circled the tip with his tongue. On the down stroke, purposely, but gently, scraped his teeth over T’s sensitive head. His whole body jerked and Adam pinned him down to the bed with an arm over T’s waist and increased his pace, getting a bit more aggressive with his actions.
That action got the reaction he was hoping for. Which was Teddy losing his mind and forgetting all about his unneeded worry that Adam fell out of love with him or wasn’t attracted to him anymore. That was far from the truth.
“Lover...”
Adam smiled around T’s cock, which had gotten harder the closer he was to exploding.
“Adam, baby...”
Adam ignored the warnings and continued on his path to bring Teddy to orgasm.
“I...” Teddy whimpered. “Oh... I’m coming...”
That was the whole point, so it wasn’t a surprise. Adam didn’t let up, didn’t slow down, he kept the same pace until Teddy’s hips shot up and he cried out Adam’s name, who was glad he had short hair, otherwise T might have ripped out a large chunk of it as he came. His future husband’s cum coated his tongue and slid down his throat as he accepted all of it.
He didn’t even let Teddy come off the rush of his orgasm before Adam was spreading his fiancé’s thighs wide and pushing his knees back toward his slender chest, giving Adam the access he needed and wanted.
He moved until he was on his knees, slid his dick down T’s lubed crease until he found his target.
“Yes,” Teddy hissed. “Please...”
The crown of his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle and he drove himself into his man, claiming him.
Reminding him of one reason they were together.
They fit. Their differences complemented each other. Even though their personalities were opposite, they somehow worked together.
Teddy kept him from being too serious and he kept T grounded. Only to a point, because he didn’t want to stifle Teddy’s zest for life. Or who he was.
It was Teddy being in Adam’s face and not letting himself be ignored that day at Marc and Leah’s wedding that made him consider T as a lover. As a friend. And eventually his partner in life.
Once Adam was deeply seated, he hesitated for only a second, just long enough to interlace his fingers with T’s and press their joined hands into the bed. Then he stared into his man’s jade-colored eyes. Eyes so expressive, Adam could pick up on Teddy’s mood easily just by reading them.
“Hey,” he whispered as he moved slowly in and out of T’s hot, slick canal, physically connecting the two of them. Now, he wanted to connect them mentally. To show his fiancé he had no reason to worry. Adam wasn’t going anywhere.
“Hey, handsome,” Teddy whispered back, his eyes getting shinier than they should during sex. This was supposed to be a happy moment, not a sad one.
“You’ve got no reason to worry.”
Teddy bit his bottom lip and nodded his head, but said nothing.
That meant he would still worry.
But then, that was who Teddy was and Adam shouldn’t expect any different.
“I love you...”
Another nod of his head, Teddy’s green eyes beginning to well.
Jesus, if he started crying...
“I love being inside you.”
Again, a nod, this time a tear slipped out, ran down his temple and into his dark blond hair.
Then a sniffle.
And... of course, his face began to twist.
Shit.
“If you start bawling, I’m pulling out and going back to sleep.”
Teddy’s eyes went wide and he frowned. “Don’t you dare.”
“Don’t you dare cry,” Adam ordered.
Teddy pulled one of his hands free and fanned it rapidly over his now damp face. “Well, you’re making me emotional!”
“You are making yourself emotional.”
“How’d I get so lucky to get my very own Bryson buck?”
“You hunted me down, tempted me into a closet, locked the door and then gave me a piece of you. And I’m not talking a piece of your ass. I’m talking,” Adam tapped on Teddy’s chest over his heart, “this piece of you. Though, your ass was and still is pretty damn sweet, too.”
Teddy swiped at his leaking eyes and rubbed at his nose. “It was very romantic, wasn’t it?”
“It was hardly romantic but you caught my attention.”
“I locked you in a closet and gave you no choice but to pay attention.”
“Best day ever,” Adam whispered.
Teddy’s lip quivered. “Stop saying such sweet things!”
Adam bit back his grin. “Okay.”
His eyes widened. “No, don’t stop!”
“Make up your mind.”
T flapped a hand around again. “Continue.”
“How about if we continue what we’re doing and talk later?”
“I can get
on board with that.”
“I wasn’t taking a survey.”
Teddy’s mouth gaped open, snapped shut, then he grinned. “You’re such a gorilla.”
“But I’m your gorilla.”
His grin slipped.
“No more fucking crying,” Adam threatened. “Or you’re no longer getting the D.”
“I want the D,” T whispered.
“And I want to give it to you.” He dropped a kiss on Teddy’s soft lips, then ran his nose along T’s before pressing their foreheads together. “I’m going to come inside you.”
“You better,” T breathed.
Adam caught Teddy’s free hand again and once again interlaced their fingers and pinned them to the bed. Then he moved, driving hard and deep into his lover. Loving the tight squeeze of Teddy’s ass. Loving the noises he made. Loving how close this special connection made them. Teddy was crazy if he thought Adam was going anywhere.
Just the opposite.
He was already where he belonged.
He thrust quickly until he felt the pressure begin to build, then slowed it down, not wanting it to end. Wanting this to last a little longer. Willing to deal with a little loss of sleep.
They shared a kiss, then another one.
But when Teddy squeezed tightly around him, he was done. He couldn’t hang on anymore. He pressed his mouth to his lover’s ear and told him, “I’m going to fill you with me.”
The man shuddered beneath him at his words, Adam knowing that was what Teddy craved.
With one last surge, Adam drove deep and remained that way, a low grunt escaping his lips, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside his fiancé, his future husband, his life partner.
Teddy hadn’t been what Adam had been looking for but turned out to be exactly what he needed.
And Adam was never letting him go.
Part Two
Later Christmas Eve
Chapter Five
Marc & Leah
Leah groaned as she settled into the folding chair her father-in-law had set up for her in front of Teddy’s salon, Manes on Main. She was glad this was her last baby, girl or not.
Ron—always the protector, since it was in his blood—settled into the chair next to her. He handed her a blanket, but she waved it away.
“Give it to Mom, this baby is making me hot.” She was actually ready to shuck her wool coat, but if Marc saw that, he’d have a fit.
“She has one already. Sit on it for now. Might help prevent those hemorrhoids.”
Leah’s mouth opened, then snapped shut. It was best just to ignore that last part.
Ron’s sons got their stubbornness honestly.
Marc also got his deep, manly voice from him. And his looks. Ron, now in his mid-sixties, was a hot grandfather. He stayed in shape by keeping busy on their Christmas tree farm.
And by wrangling grandchildren.
Ron folded the blanket, helped Leah stand and then put it on the seat of the chair before helping her sit again. “Speaking of mothers, how’s yours?” he asked as he sat back down.
Leah twisted her head and met Ron’s blue eyes. “Great. She’s loving it down there. She wanted me to remind you that you and Mary Ann need to come visit again soon and spend some time with her on the beach.” Her mother had moved to the South Carolina coastline after meeting a man and remarrying.
Leah was happy for her but missed her. And her mother missed seeing her grandchildren on a regular basis. With both Leah and Marc’s schedules, it was hard for them to plan a visit or a vacation. When they managed it, it left the PD two officers short.
And now with baby number three coming in the next few months...
“Maybe after the holidays and before my last grandchild is born. Because we’re not missing that,” he answered.
If it was up to Ron and Mary Ann, they’d be in the delivery room while she gave birth. Having Marc in there with her was more than enough. Sometimes it was too much.
“Are you sure this will be your last grandchild?”
He lifted one thick salt and pepper eyebrow. “Are you having another one?”
“No!” she shouted way too quickly.
Ron grinned. “Didn’t think so. Amanda’s done. I doubt Carly will push to adopt another baby. Then the only ones left are Teddy and Adam. Any kids they have won’t technically be grandchildren.”
“Maybe not technically, but close enough.”
Ron lifted and dropped one of his broad shoulders. “True. But my brother will be that child’s true grandfather.”
Leah reached out and patted Ron’s hand. “You’re everyone’s grandfather, Dad. Including Greg.”
A wistful smile crossed the older man’s face. “That boy...”
“Did you find the tree you were looking for?”
He smirked. “We found something.”
Heat crept into Leah’s cheeks. “We won’t discuss that.”
“Good idea. But yes, the kids helped pick the perfect tree.”
“Did they get it decorated?”
“We got it set up and the decorations down from the attic, but we’ll get them to decorate it after the parade to keep them busy.”
“We appreciate you taking them.”
“I saw that.” Ron winked at her.
“We’re not talking about that!”
“Oh, that’s right.”
The sidewalks were filling up with people, either standing or setting up chairs along the parade route through the center of town.
Ron cleared his throat and, luckily, changed the subject. “At least it stopped snowing.”
“I hope it snows tomorrow. Just flurries. It’ll make the day even more special if it does.”
Leah spotted Mary Ann making her way through the crowd with Greg and Hannah on her heels. The Brysons always staked out the sidewalk in front of the salon every year to watch the parade. It was tradition.
Her mother-in-law stopped in front of her and held out a paper cup. “Hot chocolate.”
“A hot toddy would be better.”
Marc’s mother made a face.
“I’m kidding, Mom.” Leah muttered under her breath, “But not really.”
“I heard that!” Mary Ann exclaimed as she got Greg settled into his seat with a blanket next to Ron and she took the seat on the other side of Greg. Hannah dropped into the folding chair on the other side of Leah with dramatic flair.
Leah took a sip of the rich hot cocoa and mmm’d, then leaned forward to ask Mary Ann, “Where are the boys?”
“They found Marc walking the crowd. They’re with him doing foot patrol, pretending they’re police officers. He’s going to herd them back here shortly.”
“I’m sure Oliver doesn’t want to miss his father riding in the parade.”
“Dad’s in it every year,” Hannah announced, with two gloved hands wrapped around her own cup. “I’m sure if Liver misses it, he can see it next year.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to call him that?” Leah asked the ten-year-old version of Amanda.
“He likes it.”
“He doesn’t and you aren’t,” Mary Ann scolded her from a few seats down, sipping on her own hot drink.
“Every time you call him that I’m tossing one of your presents into the fire.”
“Grandpa!” Hannah shrieked.
“Too extreme? Okay, then every time you call him that, I’ll change the name tag on one of your presents to his name. Then he can have all the awesome gifts we bought for you.”
“Grandpa,” she moaned. “That’s not nice.”
“Neither is calling your brother organ meat.”
“Eww!”
Suddenly, Leah had a flashback of when she and Marc first worked together when he was always spouting some sort of pig product.
She had started to think he had a form of Tourette’s. He later confessed he thought of pork butts, ham hocks, and bacon whenever he needed to distract himself from how much he wanted Leah. He wasn’t allowed to have her
since he was her supervisor.
Sweet but weird.
Typical Marc.
“Pickled pig’s feet,” she murmured with a smile.
“What?” Hannah asked, pulling her from her memory.
“Nothing.”
“Did they buy me pickled pig’s feet for Christmas?” Hannah yelled. “Gross!”
“Gross!” Greg mimicked her and laughed.
“Hannah, we all still have our hearing, we’d like to keep it,” Mary Ann reminded her.
“The boys get louder than me.”
“There are three of them. One of you.”
Hannah rolled her eyes and huffed, “Fine.” She turned her eyes back toward the empty street that had been cleared of snow for the parade. “When does this thing start?”
“The same time it does every year,” Leah answered her, hiding her amusement behind her cup.
“I wouldn’t even come if Dad wasn’t in it.”
“Yes, you would,” Ron told her. “It’s a mandatory Bryson family tradition.”
“When I’m eighteen I won’t have to come out here and freeze.”
“Will you still be a Bryson when you’re eighteen?”
Her mouth gaped open at her grandfather’s question. “Yes.”
“Then your ass will be in that seat and you will be here.”
“Grandpa!”
“Grampa said ass!” Greg crowed, bouncing in his seat.
Mary Ann sighed. Leah smothered her chuckle by taking a sip of hot chocolate.
Leah turned toward her in-laws. “Thank you for taking the kids, it’s been so peaceful.”
“P-e-a-c-e or p-i-e-c-e?” Ron spelled out.
“Ron!” Mary Ann scolded him.
“Quiet,” Leah corrected her mistake. “Until now.”
She spotted her husband squeezing through the crowd, carrying Jax, and keeping a tight grip on Austin’s mittened hand who held onto Oliver’s.
God, seeing him still made her breath catch. Especially when he was in uniform. And this was why she was pregnant for a third time.
Watching him interact with their sons and nephew would make her eggs shoot out of her ovaries like a machine gun.
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