by CJ Bishop
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Phoenix Wedding Night
CJ BISHOP
Copyright © 2017
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter One
Cole held Gabe’s hand as they walked through the massive lobby of the Plaza hotel. It seemed if he took too large of steps, he might become airborne and fly away, he was still so high from the wedding ceremony and reception. Cole was struggling to retain a “romantic” state of mind, but the simple fact was—he wanted to fuck Gabe so hard right now he could hardly see straight. God knows, he couldn’t walk straight. His strides were stiff and jerky as the steel bar between his legs impeded his movement.
He detected a bit of hindered movement in Gabe as well, which just made Cole harder, knowing his husband was as eager to fuck him.
My husband. Fuck, that sounded good. Felt good. Until he’d met Gabe, he hadn’t given the notion of marriage any serious thought. It had held little appeal to him as he couldn’t imagine being with just one man for the rest of his life. It had struck him as a recipe for a very boring life and even more boring sex life.
He didn’t feel that way anymore. As many times as he and Gabe had fucked, it was never boring. And he couldn’t imagine it ever becoming so.
They went to the desk, picked up the key to their reserved room, and walked to the elevators. No one followed them into the empty elevator and before the doors were closed, Gabe abruptly came to life and shoved Cole against the wall. He crushed his mouth with a wild kiss and palmed Cole’s ample crotch, gripping, working his fingers urgently.
Shit. Cole planted both hands on Gabe’s ass and jerked his husband hard against him. Gabe instantly began rolling his hips, dry-fucking Cole right there as he tugged erratically at Cole’s tie and the buttons of his tux shirt.
“Fuck,” Cole gasped, wrenching out of the kiss. “I’m so fucking hard right now…you’re gonna make me cum…”
“Is that supposed to make me stop?” Gabe growled as he raked his teeth along his jawline.
“No.” Cole squeezed his ass as Gabe’s hard glute muscles flexed in his hands. “It’s supposed to make you keep it up until I do.”
Gabe grinned and sucked his earlobe, then slithered his tongue through his ear. “I can do that.” He shoved harder against Cole, grinding crotches, and pulled Cole’s shirt open as he latched onto his left nipple.
“Oh fuck.” Cole rocked his hips in rhythm with Gabe and clutched his ass in a death grip, wanting desperately to burrow his hands down inside and handle his bare, raw flesh.
We’re almost to the room, he consoled himself. Then you can go wild.
The thought was still ricocheting inside his skull when the elevator paused and the doors slid open—and in walked three middle-aged men wearing suits that looked like they’d been ironed right on their bodies; not a single visible wrinkle. One of the men clutched a thick, black leather bible and all three of them wore stern, rigid expressions—expressions that practically cracked their faces when they spotted Cole and Gabe, their clothes disheveled and faces lightly flushed and—if they cared to look—crotches hard as steel.
Cole straightened his shirt and refastened the buttons and grinned at the men. “Evening.” Cole cleared his throat. “Pardon the display. We just got married today.”
One of the men looked directly at them with unveiled disgust but said nothing as he faced forward again.
“You can congratulate us any time now,” Cole smiled.
Beside him, Gabe had to turn away as he struggled with a bout of laughter that threatened to burst forth.
The elevator paused again on the men’s floor and they exited with a muttered, “Signs of the time. Such pervasive filth.”
When the doors closed once more without any added passengers, Gabe laughed and kissed Cole hard on the mouth. “If they want to see filth, just wait till I get you inside the hotel room. Then there’s going to be some filth.”
♦
Nolan packed some pajamas and a couple extra pairs of clothes for Reuben and handed the bag to Axel. “Are you sure you want another one?” he asked. “You’re already going to have a houseful.”
“Of course, we want him, too,” Axel laughed. “And besides, Jules would put the hurt on us if we didn’t let him stay.”
The two little boys were in the living room, playing a game only they knew the rules to and giggling.
“I would’ve thought they’d be passed out by now,” Grid chuckled. “I’m almost there.” He looked at Nolan and gave him an almost—but not quite smile. Shivers raced through Nolan’s body and tickled his crotch. Even the impending confrontation with Patrice in the morning couldn’t dampen his sexual mood.
Axel seemed to be picking up on their need to be alone. “You two giggle monsters about ready to go?”
“Yes!” Jules leaped to his feet excitedly, dragging Reuben up with him, and rushed toward the door where Clint stood waiting.
“Whoa,” Axel laughed. “Maybe Reuben’s dad would like to say goodbye?”
Reuben smiled shyly and walked over to Nolan who picked him up and kissed his cheek. “You going to be a good boy for Clint and Axel?”
The child ducked his head and nodded.
“If he is,” Clint drawled. “He’ll probably be the only one.”
“Oh, you know you’re the only bad boy in our house,” Axel teased the cowboy. “The rest of us are perfect angels, aren’t we, Jules?”
The little boy giggled and nodded emphatically. “Yep-yep!”
Clint grunted, a dry smile on his face.
“Are the twins down in the car?” Nolan asked as he kissed Reuben again then set him down.
“No. We’re going to swing by Abel and Devlin’s place and pick them up.”
Nolan nodded. “I’m guessing they’re all going to crash out early after this very long day.”
Axel looked doubtfully at the two energetic little boys. “It’ll be a tossup who passes out first,” he chuckled. “Them or us.”
Nolan laughed quietly. “Well, have fun with your slumber party.”
“You, too,” Axel smiled.
“No worries there,” Grid winked and grinned.
Nolan walked them to the door and gave Reuben another kiss on the cheek. “Don’t run these guys ragged.” He ruffled the boy’s hair. Jules giggled and grabbed Reuben’s hand and raced out into the hall with him. Nolan sighed. “I’m not sure I’m going to get him back.”
Clint nodded. “I wouldn’t count on it.”
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“Well,” Nolan smiled. “At least I know he’s in good hands.” He thought about Jules’ vehement defensiveness of Reuben at the wedding reception; the little boy was already a protector. Understandable, considering the men in his life.
“Oh yeah,” Axel said. “Jules would kick anyone’s ass who threatened Reuben.”
Overhearing their conversation, Jules threw his arms around Reuben, his little face twisting into a snarl. “No one better hurt my boyfriend.”
The adult men just stared the two little boys, momentarily speechless, then burst out laughing when Jules laid a big kiss on Reuben’s cheek. The boys went into a fit of giggles and raced off down the hall again, hand in hand.
“Okay…” Nolan suppressed another laugh as he slowly rubbed his mouth. “I guess that’s settled.”
“Let’s hope Reuben turns out to be gay for real,” Axel chuckled. “Jules has already staked his claim, and I don’t see him turning that boy loose under any circumstances.” He glanced at Clint. “If he’s anything like the cowboy here, he’ll turn him gay even if he isn’t.” He smiled sweetly at the cowboy.
“Like you were ever straight,” Clint muttered with a twitch of his lips.
Axel laughed softly. “Yeah, well…”
A few minutes later, Clint and Axel left with the two little boys. Grid and Nolan retreated into the apartment and Nolan closed the door, locked it, then faced Grid. “We should make the most of tonight,” he murmured. “Come morning—the shit is going to hit the fan.”
Grid sidled up to him, backing him against the door as he planted his hands flat on either side of Nolan’s head. “For tonight,” he whispered through a soft kiss. “Put tomorrow out of your mind. She isn’t taking Reuben. Jensen took care of that. Let her blow up, it isn’t going to do her any good. And tonight, worrying about it isn’t going to do you any good.” He gently pinned him to the door with his body and kissed his throat. “But I know what will do you good.” He dragged his lips to Nolan’s mouth. “Me.”
♦
Gabe shoved Cole onto the large, soft bed and began shedding his clothes. “I need this one out of the way,” he panted. “Then we can get all romantic.”
“Works for me.” Cole sat forward and stripped away the layers of his tux, shuffling out of the pants. Gabe was naked in seconds and grabbed Cole’s briefs and yanked them down his legs and sailed them across the room.
Gabe shoved Cole’s legs apart and crawled in between, one hand stroking his own rigid erection. “I’m so fucking horny,” he breathed erratically. “I’ll perform all the bells and whistles next time around, all right?”
Curling his legs around Gabe’s thighs, Cole grinned, his heart pounding. “Just fuck me, baby.”
“I did promise to love and obey.” Gabe kissed him with unbridled passion and pushed deeper between his thighs, his hard cock rubbing firmly against Cole’s own.
“Fuck…” Cole groaned and palmed his ass with both hands. “Did that actually make it into our vows? My head’s a little hazy right now.” He lifted his hips, rocking against his husband’s naked crotch.
“I don’t remember,” Gabe grinned, breath puffing heavily from his lips. “Guess we’ll have to watch the video.” He chuckled and kissed Cole hard on the mouth and pumped his hips with renewed vigor, grinding against Cole’s throbbing package.
“Shit.” Cole gasped and clawed Gabe’s ass. “Put that cock inside me or let me inside you.”
Gabe buried his face in Cole’s neck and sucked his hot, damp skin then drew back a fraction, spit in his palm and rubbed it all over his dick. His eyes burned with a healthy mixture of love and lust as he looked at Cole and squeezed inside him.
“Oh fuck…” Cole shuddered and swallowed hard. “You’re gonna make me come so fast.”
Shivers prickled Gabe’s skin all the way down to his ass where Cole clutched his hard cheeks, pulling him deeper. “Yeah, well…” Gabe groaned and forced himself in just a little more. “Your tight ass is gonna do it for me.” His face pinched with sexual ecstasy and he let out a forceful breath. “Fuck. I’m so fucking hard.”
Cole could feel just how hard he was—and how thick and long as well, his fulfilling “presence” massaging Cole’s special spot as he slowly pivoted his hips. “Oh my God…” Cole whimpered. “Fuck me now.”
Gabe wasn’t up for arguing and went right to it, no preliminaries, pounding Cole’s ass furiously and wildly. Cole yelled and gouged his cheeks harder, pumping his hips, his ass bouncing off the bed as he met Gabe’s thrusts mid-air. “Fuck! Yes! Fuck me-fuck me!”
Pushing up on his arms, Gabe utilized the leverage to add strength to his thrusts as he drilled Cole harder and harder, his face flushed and jaw clenched. Surging breath hissed between this clamped teeth as he stared down into Cole’s equally flushed, glistening face. “Like that?” he panted unsteadily, a shaky grin spreading across his lips.
Cole growled and raised up, crushing his mouth in a fierce kiss. Gabe dropped down with him and wrapped his arms around Cole’s head, devouring him as he fucked him like a machine, shaking the bed and bouncing the headboard off the wall.
Holy fuck! Cole’s balls knotted up and he flung his strong legs around his husband’s hot, wet body, fingers slipping into his sweat-slick crack. He found his hole and burrowed two digits inside, inspiring Gabe to fuck him a little harder and deeper.
“Fuuck!” Cole yelled. “I’m gonna come—I’m gonna fucking come! Oh, fuck—don’t stop-don’t fucking stop! Fuck me-fuck me!”
Gabe gasped hard and clutched fists of Coles damp hair, his hot breath blasting Cole’s face as Gabe shoved his head to his brow and groaned and grunted erratically.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Cole wailed when the cum surged from his balls and up his shaft. “Yes-yes-fuuuck!” Hot cum shot out of him, smeared into their fevered skin as Gabe continued to fuck him wildly, their bodies clamped together. “Uuh! God! Fuck, Gabe—come! Fill me up!”
In seconds, Gabe released a strangled shout and unloaded, his thick cock pumping inside Cole, filling him to capacity with his sweet, hot love juice. “Oh my God!” Gabe choked, his body convulsing in the throes of the fierce orgasm, back bowing as he forced his cock in deeper and continued to empty himself inside his husband. “Fuck!” He gasped hard and collapsed on top of Cole, sucking air down his constricted throat. “Holy shit…baby…your ass is my heaven on earth.”
Cole laughed unevenly, panting heavily, and kissed him. “And yours is mine.” He stroked his fingers through Gabe’s glossy wet hair and cupped his face. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Gabe murmured and kissed him again, softly.
“Are you happy with your husband of choice?” Cole smiled.
Gabe glanced at the wall where a small crack fissured through the plaster. He looked down at Cole. “I’ll let the evidence speak for itself.”
Cole chuckled. “We’re going to have to pay for that.”
“It’ll be worth it.” He wrapped his arms around Cole and kissed him deeply, sliding his heavy member in and out of Cole’s coated cave. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed into Cole’s mouth. “I already want to fuck again.” He sucked his lips and tongue. “Think I can suck you back working order?”
Cole smiled. “You can sure try.”
Gabe grinned and began a slow descent down Cole’s body, licking up the residue of his cum from his firm abs.
“It’s too bad those men from the elevator didn’t have the room next door,” Cole panted, his breath catching when Gabe took hold of his sensitive cock and sucked it into his mouth. “They could learn a thing or two from us.”
Gabe moaned his agreement around Cole’s shaft.
Cole shivered with delight and relaxed against the soft bed as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of his husband’s mouth. “Mmm…talk about heaven…”
Chapter Two
After the twins left with Clint and Axel, Devlin broke out the champagne while Abel lit candles in the bedroom and turned on some soft music.
Devlin entered the bedroom with two full champagne glasses and was pleased to find Abel out of his tux and wearing a black silk robe open in the front, revealing a very skimpy red G-string.
Devlin shivered. “Don’t blame me if I make you a widower on your wedding night.” He let out a shaky breath and walked over to his husband. “Because you, like this…might just kill me.”
Taking one of the glasses, Abel sipped the champagne and smiled. His amber eyes sparkled impishly and sent another shiver skittering through Devlin, reminding him of the very first time he’d looked into those captivating eyes. “I would just have to love you back to life,” Abel cooed. “There’s no way you’re leaving me so soon.” Those eyes flashed with a sexy spark that struck Devlin right in the love center. “I have far too many naughty things planned for you.”
“I just got a shiver,” Devlin murmured over the rim of his glass.
“One of many to come.” Abel traced a fingertip along Devlin’s neck. His tie hung loosely around the collar of his shirt and Abel tugged it off, letting it drift to the floor. He took another sip from his glass as he began systematically unfastening Devlin’s shirt buttons.
They had all night and Devlin wanted to savor every second of it, so he didn’t rush Abel as the young man took his time with the buttons. “We could have gone to a hotel,” he murmured. “Like Cole and Gabe.”
A small smile played across Abel’s mouth. “I don’t need a hotel,” he whispered and slowly opened Devlin’s shirt, planting a soft kiss at the base of his throat. “I just need you.”
Another promised shiver quivered down Devlin’s spine. He gently cupped the back of Abel’s head and dipped into a kiss, sensually sucking his husband’s soft, warm lips.
“Mmm…” Abel trembled and pressed against him, drawing Devlin’s tongue into his mouth.
A cluster of shivers raced through Devlin this time, settling in his crotch, stretching his member. On one hand, he wanted to throw Abel on the bed and go for the gold right then. But on the other, he reveled in the sweet sexual anguish of foreplay. And Abel was so damn good at it…working him up until he literally begged to be satisfied.
