“Come on,” Colby whined. “This is torture.”
“You want me to stop?”
“Only if it means you’re going to start fucking me.”
“When I’m ready,” Isaac said.
“How can I help?”
Isaac laughed as he curled his finger and dragged it over Colby’s prostate. Colby gasped and shifted his feet, widening his stance.
“Okay,” Colby panted. “You have exactly three hours to stop that.”
Isaac chuckled and kept doing what he was doing. Reaching around his lover, he grabbed hold of Colby’s rock-hard shaft and stroked it. “If you can last three hours with me doing this, I’m nominating you for the Guinness Book.”
“You’re a miracle worker.” Colby groaned as he pulsed his hips, fucking Isaac’s fist as Isaac toyed with his prostate.
“I think that might be sacrilege.”
“Yeah? Then why are you sparing the rod?”
“Oh, you are really pushing my buttons.”
“Ditto.”
Isaac chuckled again as he rose to put his arms around Colby as the hot water bounced off their heads. Colby swiveled his neck, and Isaac took the hint, covering Colby’s mouth with his as he continued to fondle Colby’s hard-on.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Isaac murmured against Colby’s nape.
“About half as much as I love you.” Colby grinned
“Asshole.”
“Speaking of assholes, mine could use a little more attention.”
“Spoiled brat.” Isaac bit down on Colby’s earlobe. “Assume the position.”
Colby’s laughed echoed off the tile as he put a foot on the soap holder and braced his hands against the wall in front of him. He grinned over his shoulder, wiggling his ass at Isaac. “It’s been a while since you topped. You sure you remember how?”
“So it’s like that, is it?” Isaac took hold of his cock and prodded at Colby’s hole.
Colby arched his back, shoving his ass at Isaac. Isaac thrust and pushed through the ring that rubbed against every sensitive surface of his hard-on. Colby’s teeth sank into his lower lip as Isaac pulled back and thrust again. Isaac wrapped an arm around Colby and took hold of Colby’s shaft. Slowly, Isaac pulled out of Colby and, just as slowly, eased back in as he stroked the length of Colby’s cock.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Colby moaned. “You know what I like.”
Isaac leaned over Colby’s back and pumped his hips to a faster cadence, thrusting deep before drawing back. Colby gasped and cried out at each stroke, bearing down with interior muscles at random intervals.
“You drive me crazy,” Isaac panted. “And I love it.”
“Hold on to your hat, cowboy. The ride’s about to get rough.”
Colby pushed back hard against each of Isaac’s thrusts, encouraging his lover to pick up the pace. Isaac obliged, pumping hard and fast, as they rocked together under the hot spray.
“Oh yeah,” Colby breathed. “Oh yeah! Yeah. So good.”
Isaac knew his lover was close to climax and did all he could to hasten that sublime moment. Letting his own release build along with Colby’s, he thrust with abandon as his fist shuttled up and down on Colby’s cock.
“God!” Isaac gasped. “I’m coming!”
“Ah, fuck yeah!” Colby’s hips stuttered as he filled Isaac’s palm with cum.
Isaac held tight to Colby’s rod as pleasure burst from his core in a liquid jet. Rubbing his free hand over Colby’s nipples, he nuzzled at Colby’s back as his orgasm spooled out. The tightening of Colby’s inner muscles triggered a couple of squishy reflex thrusts that brought forth another few drops, but both men were spent. Exchanging slow, sweet kisses, they made their way to the bed and collapsed.
“THAT was my idea of the perfect anniversary,” Colby said as he enjoy the sight of a tanned Isaac sprawled against the white hotel sheets. “You came twice… which makes me think you’ve been slacking for the past few months, mister.”
“Come on now. It wouldn’t be special if we did it all the time.”
“Every time is special for me because I’m doing it with you.”
“Marry me,” Isaac said as Colby dropped his towel and slipped into bed.
Colby sprang back up. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”
“I know that because of your parents you don’t believe in the institution, but I’d like to be your husband. I want to take that step and acknowledge before God and everybody that you’re the one I’ve chosen to go through life with. I know it’s old-fashioned and that we can be just as married in our hearts as we would be if some priest pronounced us married, but I’d still—”
“Stop talking,” Colby interrupted. “I’m glad you said it first ’cause I was positively paralyzed by indecision.” He paused. “I don’t mean I was indecisive about wanting to marry you. I was afraid it would remind you of… you know.”
“You didn’t want to bring up my deceased fiancé.”
“No, not really. You don’t talk about him, but he’s always here, yeah?”
“How do you mean?” Isaac sat all the way up.
“It’s like his ghost is always listening, so I have to be careful not to offend him.”
“You’ve felt like this for two years? Why didn’t you say something about it? Never mind. I get it. I’m sorry, baby.” Isaac held out his arms, and Colby settled into the embrace. “Listen to me. Any ghosts are in your head, understand?” He stroked Colby’s jackstraw hair. “I’m not measuring everything you do against how Steve would’ve done it.” He kissed Colby’s forehead. “It never occurred to me that you’d be insecure about something like this.”
Colby tightened his arms around Isaac. “I’m insecure about everything when it comes to you. I’d be lost if I lost you.”
“For a while,” Isaac said gently. “But eventually you’d find your way back to life.” He lowered Colby to his back and leaned in to kiss him. “If I can do it, anyone can.”
Colby smiled and returned Isaac’s kiss as he drew him down to lie at his side. Isaac spooned up to Colby, and Colby nestled his butt against Isaac’s crotch.
“I’ll marry you,” Colby said, falling asleep as the words drifted from his mouth.
“I love you too,” Isaac murmured.
Isaac held Colby until Colby was deeply asleep and then slid from the bed. Going to the sliding glass doors, he drank from a bottle of water as he gazed at the greenbelt between the hotel and highway. Beyond the treetops, headlights appeared and swept away, bearing the souls of people he’d probably never meet, never get to know, never cherish with each breath. But he had people now, people he cared deeply about, whose presence in his life made it brighter and more joyous.
“Colby’s a keeper, wouldn’t you say?” Isaac whispered to Steve. In the parking lot below, a car rolled toward the exit with the muted surf sound of tires on wet pavement. It had rained at some point during the anniversary sextravanganza, and he’d never noticed. “It was like that with you too.” He glanced over his shoulder at Colby and back out the window. “He makes me happy, Steve. I love him.”
Colby’s soft snore broke the silence, and Isaac turned toward him, letting the drapes fall back into place. He got back into bed, wrapping his arms around his husband-to-be. With a feeling of profound peace stealing over him, he floated off to sleep.
About the Author
CONNIE BAILEY is a Luddite who can’t live without her computer. She’s an acrophobic who loves to fly, a fault-finding pessimist who, nonetheless, is always surprised when something bad happens, and an antisocialite who loves her friends like family. She’s held a number of jobs in many disparate arenas to put food on the table, but writing is the occupation that feeds her soul.
Connie lives with her ultralight designer husband at a small grass-strip airfield halfway between Disney World and Busch Gardens. Logic and reality have had little to do with her life, and she likes it that way.
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Table of Contents
Title page
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
About the Author
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