by CJ Bishop
Gabe shifted a little and pounded his dick through Cole’s hand, their urgent thrusts shaking the bed. “Uuuh—God! I’m gonna come…”
His face pinching tight, Cole gasped, “Me first.” He choked on a wail and shot his wad in his pajamas. “Uuh! Fuuuck!” Gabe pumped him wildly as his full balls continued to empty. “Oh my God!”
His breath hard and ragged, Cole shoved Gabe onto his back and dropped his mouth on his cock, sucking him vigorously through the sheet.
“Holy fuuuckk!” Gabe clawed his hair, wrenching the roots as his hips arched and he cried out loud, unloading with force.
Cole groaned and sucked his cum through the wet fabric of the sheet as he pumped Gabe’s pulsing shaft with his fist.
Gabe trembled and shivered, fingers knotted tight around Cole’s strands, body rigid as the orgasm coursed through him. “Oh my God…oh fuck…fuck…yes…”
Lifting up, Cole kept hold of his member and kissed up his body to his mouth. The intensity softened to tender passion, and they kissed deeply, slowly enveloping each other with arms and legs. When they drew apart, both men had tears in their eyes.
“I love you,” Cole whispered with a tremor.
“I love you, too.” Gabe pushed his head to Cole’s brow, his blue eyes glistening. “You ready to do this thing?”
Cole smiled, tears thickening. “Never been more ready for anything in my life.”
♦
Waking up in bed alone was a one-time thing, and Angel didn’t plan on it ever happening again for the duration of his marriage. Until this morning, he hadn’t realized that without Dane’s presence, his good-morning kiss and good-morning other things…he felt incomplete and empty inside.
Wearing pajama bottoms and one of Dane’s t-shirts—which he had slept in—Angel went downstairs. He paused on the last step of the curving stairs and watched Dane in the kitchen, preparing coffee—dressed only in a pair of very snug, white, boxer briefs. Angel shivered, his skin prickling and groin tingling as his eyes drifted over the man’s perfectly shaped ass cheeks so wonderfully defined in their cotton confines. Taking in the entire beautiful package that was his fiancé, Angel was amazed all over again how suddenly his nightmare life had metamorphized into the sweetest of dreams.
A dream that was about to come fully alive today.
“Enjoying the view?” Dane murmured without turning around, a smile in his voice. He flexed his ass cheeks, and Angel whimpered.
“Immensely.”
Dane switched on the coffee maker then faced Angel. The bulge in his shorts was quite prominent, clearly left over from last night when they had decided that sharing the same bed would annihilate their will to keep to the pact. Angel gripped the handrail until his arm ached, afraid if he let go, he would lunge across the small kitchen and pounce on his man.
“Did you sleep well?” Dane looked him up and down as his package swelled.
His throat suddenly dry, Angel swallowed with effort. “Not really, no. You?”
Dane smiled, eyes heavy with lust. “Not a wink.”
Leaving the bottom step, Angel cautiously ventured his way. “What’re you going to do with that?” He eyed Dane’s crotch. “That could be embarrassing.”
“My package is embarrassing?” Dane inquired. “Too small?”
Angel laughed. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”
“So, it isn’t too small?”
“Yeah,” Angel chuffed. “That’s why I scream and shout when we’re doing our thing—because you’re too small.”
Dane chuckled. “All right, then. Just checking.”
Angel leaned against the end of the counter, knowing better than to get any closer. Dane stared back at him, the corner of his mouth twitching with a crooked smile that made Angel’s heart pound wildly and his body feel like it was submerging in lava.
“What’s on your mind?” Dane murmured.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, I want to know.” He took a couple steps toward Angel. “I bet it’s naughty.”
Laughing softly, Angel shrugged. “Could be.”
Dane rested his elbows on the counter and reached over, dragging a fingertip across the top of Angel’s hand. “You going to tell me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Angel grinned.
“Because why?” Dane played with his fingers then leaned closer and lifted Angel’s hand, gently kissing his fingertips. “Would you tell me if I said please?”
“It’s dangerous information.”
Dane smiled. “Does it involve…my mouth?” He licked Angel’s middle finger then slowly sucked it into his mouth, drawing the digit into the back of his throat.
Angel whimpered, and heat exploded through his loins, painfully hardening his crotch. Dane’s soft, wet tongue wrapped his finger and tugged firmly, working sensually against his digit. “Stop…” he moaned, panting lightly.
Smiling around his finger, Dane moved closer until he and Angel were face to face. He released Angel’s finger and kissed his mouth. Oh fuck, he tastes so good. Angel sucked his tongue hungrily, pushing into the kiss, and slid around the corner of the counter. He pressed up against Dane’s hard body, savoring the feel of his granite bulge digging into his lower stomach.
“A little on top of the clothes stuff?” Dane panted into his mouth. “Just to ease the tension?”
A heavy sexual haze clouded Angel’s mind. He nodded and wrapped his arms around Dane’s neck, kissing him hard as the man picked him up and carried him to the sofa.
Dane sat down, taking Angel with him. He cupped Angel’s ass and settled him on his hard crotch. “Mmm…” Dane groaned and pushed his hips up a little.
“Oh God…” Angel shuddered and rotated his ass on Dane’s cock. He wore no briefs beneath his pajama bottoms and the thin fabric offered little resistance to the stiff member probing between his cheeks. “That feels good,” he whimpered and raked his fingers up the back of Dane’s head, gripping his dark locks as he rocked back and forth on Dane’s crotch.
“Fuck…” Dane squeezed his ass and moved with him, gyrating his hips, shoving his bulge deeper between his cheeks. “Ah shit, baby…” He pushed his head back against Angel’s hands and pumped his hips urgently. “Oh my God…”
“Dane…” Angel buried his face in his neck, squeezing his hair tensely as he dry-fucked him harder, faster.
“I’m not gonna last long, baby,” Dane panted unsteadily. “I kept my hands to myself all night long, didn’t touch myself…now I’m ready to explode.”
Angel moaned tightly, breath ragged and broken.
“Work it out, baby,” Dane shuddered. “’Cause I’m about to blow.”
Angel reached down and shoved his hand inside his pajama pants and grabbed his throbbing cock. “Fuck…” He stroked himself, his fist moving faster and faster as he bounced his ass harder on Dane’s crotch. “Oh my God…oh God…Dane…oh fuck-fuck!” His jaw clenched, and his fingers gouged the back of Dane’s head. “Uuuh-fu-fu-fuck!”
Dane clutched him fiercely and fucked him wildly, grunting and gasping against his shoulder. “Do it, baby—do it—do it—come!”
“Fuuck!” Angel unloaded with a sharp jerk of his body. “Uuuhh!” he stroked himself furiously, pumping out shot after shot of thick cum.
Dane crushed him in his arms as his body locked and he cried out, coming hard. “Oh my God! Fuck!” He twisted them around and pinned Angel to the sofa, grinding his ass urgently. “Oh fuuuck…yes…” He released a hard breath and sank down on top of Angel. “Fuck, baby…oh my God…” he kissed Angel on the lips and ran his fingers through his hair, then kissed all over his face. “I can’t wait to make love to you as your husband.”
His throat knotting, Angel blinked as tears filled his eyes. “I can’t wait, either.”
Chapter 19
Devlin had gotten limited hours of sleep and was wide awake before the sun came up. Abel cuddled him in his slumber, and it was al
l that Devlin could do to not kiss him awake and make love to him until morning light. Sleeping in the same bed had been risky, but somehow, they’d gotten through the night without giving into their baser instincts.
Laying with an arm wrapped around Abel, Devlin gazed at the bedroom ceiling until the shadows began to dissipate. This is it, he thought with a nervous flutter in his chest. This is the day you’ve been waiting for since the first moment you were caught in those beautiful amber eyes. Devlin had gotten lost in Abel’s eyes that day in the emergency room, and never found his way out again. He hadn’t looked for a way out—even during that brief moment of hell when he’d thought he wanted to escape. Even then, his heart hadn’t had the will to let go. Because your heart knew the truth.
Devlin pressed his lips against Abel’s hair. Wasn’t it a miracle that once Abel had discovered the truth of who Craig was, he’d still loved Devlin and was here now, about to vow his life and love to the brother of the man who had abused him for two years? Angel wasn’t the only angel in this family; Abel had his own set of wings and glowing halo.
Abel pushed closer to Devlin and sighed as he slowly emerged from sleep. “You awake?” he mumbled, his eyes still closed and head resting on Devlin’s chest.
“Yeah.” Devlin kissed his head again and caressed his back. “Been awake for a while.”
“You didn’t sleep well?”
Devlin chuckled softly. “Didn’t sleep too much at all. Not with your sexy self right here beside me. I practically had to handcuff myself to keep from fondling you.”
“Handcuffs.” Abel smiled. “Mm. I like the sound of that.”
“I guess we can always borrow a pair from Cole and Gabe’s gift box.”
Laughing quietly, Abel said, “If we tried, they’d probably cuff us and ravage us.”
Devlin nodded, a smile on his lips. “Hmm…”
Abel grinned. “You’re bad.”
“You made me that way. You and…them.”
“Complaining?”
“No, no,” Devlin chuckled. “No complaints at all.”
Abel raised his head and kissed his lips. “Good. Because I kind of like you bad.”
“Is that so?” Devlin rolled them over and pinned Abel to the bed beneath him. As soon as he was on top of him, Devlin realized his mistake as they became instantly aroused. His body moved against Abel, crotches rubbing, massaging. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” Devlin swallowed, heat sweeping through him. They hadn’t slept naked last night, but they might as well be nude. Their briefs offered little resistance as their hard members strained the cotton barriers and ground against one another.
“Feels like a good idea to me,” Abel moaned and wrapped around him, hips lifting invitingly.
“Not with the pact still in effect.” An anguished smile curved Devlin’s lips, and he kissed Abel firmly on the mouth.
“Yesterday, before Brandon arrived, you said we could do some non-naked stuff.” He wriggled his hips teasingly. “We’re not naked now.”
Devlin shivered. “Close enough.” He kissed him again, more softly. “And besides, in case you forgot, we have things to do today that we can’t be late for.”
Scrunching his brow, Abel murmured, “What things?” His lips pursed in a tight smile.
Devlin chuckled. “If your memory is that bad at your age, you’re in trouble.”
“As if I could forget that.” Abel cinched him tighter within his arms and legs and gazed at Devlin with tender emotion pulsing through his amber depths. “I’ve been waiting for this day since the moment we met.”
Combing his fingers gently through Abel’s hair, Devlin brushed his lips on his mouth. “So have I, baby.”
Abel caressed his back with light fingertips, conjuring pleasant shivers throughout Devlin’s body. “I can’t believe that this time tomorrow…you’ll be my husband.”
“And you my husband.” Devlin kissed him again and smiled.
“Are you okay with taking our honeymoon in Rome?”
“Absolutely,” Devlin nodded. “I loved it last time. We didn’t get to stay nearly as long as I would have liked. It’s perfect. And this time, we get to stay in Horatio’s private villa. Is it as spacious as he made it out to be?”
“I don’t know,” Abel said. “I was never there. He offered to let Savannah and I live there, but I didn’t actually see the place.” He kissed Devlin’s shoulder. “I’m glad we didn’t need it,” he whispered. “I just wanted to be with you.”
Devlin pushed up on his elbows and stared down at Abel. “I wanted you to be with me,” he murmured. “I’m sorry I made you doubt that for even one moment.” Even now, it hurt like hell to recall the way he had treated Abel that day in Abel’s apartment. He was glad that Cole punched him, and was lucky the man hadn’t beaten him to death. At that time, a part of him wished for just that. It was Abel who had saved him from further assault. Abel, whom…just moments before he took the punch…he had labeled a liar and a whore. If the boy had stood back and let Cole beat him to a bloody mess, it would have been entirely justified. But even in that moment, Abel had still loved him and protected him.
Abel touched his face as tears formed in Devlin’s eyes at the painful memory. “Don’t.” Abel kissed him tenderly. “It’s over, for good. And today is the testament of how strong our love is. We don’t have to think about the past anymore.” He flattened his palms on Devlin’s cheeks and kissed him again. “Let’s look ahead, instead. We have so much to look forward to, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” Devlin swallowed thickly and smiled. “So very much.”
“Maybe we could have something to look forward to…right now, as well?” Abel grinned and pushed Devlin over onto his back and straddled his body, his soft ass settling firmly on Devlin’s hard crotch. Abel’s skimpy briefs rode up a bit between his cheeks as he slowly gyrated his hips, his hands flat on Devlin’s chest. “How does that feel?”
A fresh flurry of shivers skittered through Devlin. “Like heaven.”
“Mm.” Abel sighed and rocked his ass sensually. “This is just a glimpse of heaven. Wait till tonight. Then you’ll experience the real heaven.”
“Now that’s something to look forward to.”
“Mm-hm.” Abel leaned down and kissed his throat as he ran his hands up his neck and into his hair. He rode Devlin’s crotch with a rhythm that made Devlin’s head go light, and his groin ignite.
“Oh God, baby.” Devlin squeezed his ass cheeks which peeked out from the leg bands of his briefs. “Oh my God, you feel so good.”
“You feel good, too,” Abel moaned and sucked his skin as he rolled his ass around on Devlin’s swelling cock. He pushed upright and leaned back, gripping Devlin’s thighs, keeping his rhythm.
“Fuck…” Devlin locked on Abel’s engorged package straining his skimpy shorts, dampness seeping through as the boy became more and more turned on. He slid his hands up Abel’s taut thighs, grazing his hard member with his thumbs. “Yes, baby…” Devlin shuddered and pumped his hips, grabbing the rhythm and keeping pace.
“Uuhh…” Abel dropped his head back, throat working as his breath puffed from his parted lips. “Oh fuck, baby…yes…oh God, Dev, I wanna come so bad.” Resting his weight on one arm, Abel’s other hand dipped into his crotch and squeezed his cock then massaged. “Oh my God…Dev…”
“I’m real close, baby,” Devlin groaned tightly and clenched Abel’s hot thighs, thrusting with urgency. “Oh fuck, baby…fuck…don’t stop…make me come, baby…uuuhh—I’m gonna come!”
Abel worked his hand vigorously. “Oh God, Dev…Dev…fuck…fuuuhhh!” Abel clutched his cock and choked on a wail as he unloaded in his shorts, his ass bouncing furiously on Devlin’s throbbing crotch.
“Fuck yeah…yeah, baby…fuuuck!” Devlin grabbed his hips and pulled him down hard against him as he ground his cock into his ass, body straining as the orgasm tore through him. “Uuuhh!! God!”
Abel clawed his arms, gripping fiercely as he gasped f
or breath, sweat glistening his skin. “Oh my God…” he panted. “Fuck…yes…” He fell forward and dropped on top of Devlin, chest heaving, breath hot as fire as it blasted across Devlin’s damp skin. “Oh, baby…I can’t wait to marry you…to make love as husbands.”
Swallowing through a dry throat, Devlin smiled and wrapped Abel’s hot body in his arms. “Soon, baby.” He kissed his warm, damp hair. “Very, very soon.”
♦
Not trusting themselves to shower together, Abel took his turn first then dressed and went out to the kitchen. Savannah was at the table, eating cereal. She shot him a mock accusatory look that he read loud and clear. When she brought her bowl to the sink, Abel smiled. “It was simulated, that’s all.”
Savannah pursed her lips in a smile. “It didn’t sound simulated.”
“So…partially simulated, then,” Abel chuckled.
Leaning against the counter, Savannah gazed at him, her aqua eyes warm with love and affection. “I can’t believe you’re getting married.” A thin film of tears formed. “After everything you and Devlin went through, it’s like a miracle.” She swallowed thickly and came forward suddenly, hugging him tight. “You deserve this, Abel,” she whispered with a tremor. “So much. After everything you’ve done to take care of me, protect me…you deserve your fairytale.” She hugged him harder and pressed her face to his neck, warm tears smearing his skin. “You saved me so many times. You’re my hero, and I love you so much.”
Abel held her close and kissed her hair. “You saved me, too,” he whispered. “If it wasn’t for you, I might not even be here. You gave me someone to fight for, to live for.” He drew back and wiped the tears from her face. “Today isn’t just my day. It’s ours. Today we all officially become a family.” He smiled, his vision swimming as he kissed her cheek. “When the day comes—and it will—I hope you’ll give me the honor of walking you down the aisle and giving you away to Maddy. He’s one amazing young man.”
