by Lynn Stark
Brag was a great dancer. He was also something of a show off on the dance floor. At some point, he’d found his black felt Western-style hat. He looked dark, dangerous, and incredibly sexy, causing Peyton’s heart to flutter and his dick to twitch. Yeah, his new husband was a hunk.
After a couple of hours, Peyton was ready to begin his honeymoon. During each slow dance Brag had whispered graphic sexual suggestions in his ear. The man was definitely trying to test his self-control. Peyton knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge. But coming in his pants definitely wasn’t something he wanted to do.
“Ready to go?” Peyton asked in a rough voice after Brag had nibbled on his earlobe.
“Hon, I was ready yesterday. I’m so freaking grateful we have an apartment here.”
He was in complete agreement with that. With a hasty wave to their guests—at least to those paying them any attention—they made their escape and headed toward their apartment. There were advantages to having their own place in a new building. They had more privacy, and when Brag made him shout his head off, it was unlikely anyone would hear these passionate outbursts.
And if they did, Peyton thought with a grin, it was probably worth hearing.
The door closed and locked behind them. Brag tossed his cowboy hat aside as they hurried along the hall to their bedroom. Peyton had managed to get his shoes, socks, and pants off, but he was still wearing the tuxedo jacket and the white dress shirt.
Brag turned to look at him, his gaze sweeping over Peyton from head to naked toes. “That’s a good look on you, hon.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He reached for his aching dick and stroked it a couple of times. “Want some of this?” He shook it. He couldn’t help himself. It was a man thing.
“Of course I do. Why do you need to ask?” Brag winked. “Did you have too much happy juice?”
Peyton laughed and shook his head. He reluctantly released his dick and stripped off the remainder of his clothes. Then he went in search of the bottle of lube he’d brought to the apartment with a few other things. It had been difficult to do. He’d had to sneak over because he hadn’t wanted Brag to see it.
After retrieving it from the cupboard in the bathroom, Peyton carried it to the bedroom, straining under the weight.
“What the fucking hell is that?” Brag asked before falling over and laughing hysterically on the bed.
“It’s the economy size,” Peyton told him, placing the five-gallon pump bottle on the bedside table. He put his hands on his hips and grinned. His happiness knew no bounds. Sharing it with Brag was something he prayed they would always have. “I ordered it from Totally Discreet. I figured we were going to need it.”
Rolling to his feet, Brag took Peyton into his arms. “You’re right about that.” He kissed and licked down the side of Peyton’s neck, sending shivers of pleasure over his entire body. “Now, lube me up, city boy. Show me what you’ve got. Let’s go for a honeymoon ride.”
It would be Peyton’s greatest pleasure to show Brag exactly what this city boy had. His hand connected with the cheek of Brag’s ass as he kneeled on all fours on the bed. “You’re going to be in for one hell of a ride, cowboy.”
Reaching out with both hands, he pumped lube into his palm. The amount that covered his hand could slick a whale’s dick, which was enough to set Brag off again. Peyton’s laughter blended with Brag’s. He shook off his hand and leapt on his new husband.
They rolled around on the bed, sharing their love and laughter, beginning the perfect life together as their lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss.
THE END
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