Dante couldn’t help himself. He gently rubbed the bulge in his husband’s pants, and he got harder.
“Well, you’ve still got a dick, so we’re good to go.”
“I’m missing some stuff.”
It took Dante a second.
“Oh, shit! Then we can’t get pregnant?” he asked, being his normal sarcastic self.
Steele laughed. “Yeah, you can skip the condom.”
There would always be this. Sex or not, Steele got him, and Dante was blessed.
They both were.
So, as Steele was sitting there, he figured he should be productive. He began playing with Dante’s shirt.
Dante didn’t move as it was being tugged from his pants. This was something he’d dreamed about, and it was happening. This was the man he fell in love with before his abduction and torture.
He was back.
“Do your worst,” he whispered, as Steele tugged off the bowtie and tossed it over his shoulder.
“You won’t need that.”
“Hallelujah.”
Clumsily, he tried to open his buttons. “Can you help me?” he asked, his fingers weren’t cooperating.
Dante yanked, and the buttons popped off.
Steele laughed. “Well, I could have done that.”
“I wish you would. I’ve missed making love to you. I’ve missed the feel of us pressed together. I’ve missed the heat. I want you back. You didn’t come all the way back to me, Steele, and I miss him.”
Tears filled his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Just tell me you still love me like you once did, and what was done to you didn’t destroy what we had. I know we’re married, but I want you to want me—not be afraid of me touching you. I’m not them.”
He got it.
Dropping to his knees, he let his mouth wander down Dante’s body. They left a trail of heat, right to the one part of him he’d missed too.
Pulling open his dress pants, Steele took him in his warm palm.
Dante moaned. “Jesus, I’ve missed this.”
“I’m pretty sure Jesus would like to stay out of this,” he teased.
Dante laughed, as he looked down his body at his husband. “Put your mouth on me.”
Steele stroked him.
He wanted to recreate that first time they’d made love. It was forever burned into his memory.
It started just like this.
In a car.
He took Dante into his mouth, sliding him into the warmth. With long, slow strokes against his tongue, he showed Dante what he’d missed.
“So good! Don’t stop,” he whispered, as he ran his fingers through Steele’s black, silky hair. At the back of his head, he grabbed a handful of that hair to direct his motions.
He needed to be in control. Dante wanted to make sure Steele knew he wouldn’t let him get hurt.
It must have worked, because Steele was back, and he was working him into a fevered pitch.
Dante was breathing heavily as his husband drove him insane. He wanted to cum in the worst way, but he held on. He prayed for intervention as the man he loved sucked him off, on their wedding night, in the back of a limo.
It was surreal.
Then the vehicle came to a stop.
Dante let Steele continue for a few seconds. “Babe, we have to go,” he moaned, as his lower body shook.
He popped out of Steele’s mouth, and the man grinned wickedly. “Let’s go up to our room.”
Dante tucked himself back into his pants as fast as he could. He didn’t want to miss this.
When he opened the door to get out, there were camera flashes as a few reporters got pictures of them exiting the limo toward the elevator.
Steele knew how much he loved this man.
He was trying to protect him from their shouts. At the door of the elevator, they had to wait for it to open.
Steele took the chance.
He kissed Dante.
He didn’t push him away, but instead, he held him against his body as his mouth moved over his. Dante even grabbed a handful of his husband’s ass.
They both moaned as more cameras went off. This was going to be one hell of a story in tomorrow’s paper.
Even through the kissing, he could hear them shouting questions about the wedding.
Clearly, they saw the wedding bands.
When the doors to the elevator opened, they practically tumbled inside. Dante had intended to be in control, but that wasn’t happening.
Steele was the one leading the way.
It was his return back to the living, and Dante was going to let his husband drive the sex bus. He was willing to do anything, including crawling, to have Steele’s hands, and mouth, all over him, so he would try to be patient.
As Steele orally assaulted him in the elevator, Dante stood there with his legs spread and Steele between them. They didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing them—not that Steele cared—clearly.
“God! I missed this,” Steele said, his body finally coming back alive. All it took was his family, a wedding, and this man.
He wasn’t broken.
He was just dormant.
One touch from Dante, and he was back to life again.
Dante moaned as Steele left bites down his neck, across his throat, and to the other side. As he was tormenting him there, his hands were on his bare chest, leaving a trail of fire there too.
This was perfect.
His husband was perfect.
“You didn’t miss it as much as I did,” Dante muttered, as Steele rubbed him through his pants. They were standing dick to dick, and he couldn’t wait to get him upstairs, naked, and on their bed.
He was going to die if he didn’t consummate this wedding, and the return of his mate.
When the elevator opened, it opened feet from the penthouse door.
Dante pulled his husband out and down the hall. He blindly tried to open the door without looking.
“Hurry,” Steele begged as someone’s zipper hissed as it was being lowered.
Somehow, Dante got it open.
They fell in.
Literally.
With his foot, Dante shoved the door closed. The second it closed, Steele ripped his pants open.
“I think we started something in the limo,” he said, sliding down to take Dante’s erection in his mouth.
His body bowed.
Someone wasn’t being gentle.
Well, that was fine with him.
“Steele!” he moaned, as his body shook. His husband was on a mission. It included making him cum in the foyer of the penthouse.
Coincidentally, he was good with that. He had so much pent up frustration, that he could do this about twenty times tonight.
Steele worked him hard.
“Jesus! I’m going to cum! You need to…”
He didn’t get to finish. Steele did that thing he loved so much with his tongue that he was done.
He came so hard, his guttural shout was likely heard back at the house.
As he poured down his husband’s throat, he couldn’t help but smile.
And the sexual fast was over.
When he looked down his body, Steele was grinning up at him.
Dante was up, and he tugged Steele to his feet.
He was NOT taking his new husband on the floor. He had more things planned.
Dante tossed Steele over his shoulder like he used to do, and carried him toward the bedroom.
He felt his ass being grabbed by two hands.
Yeah, his husband was back.
“You had better hurry,” Steele said, as he hung upside down.
Oh, his ex-soldier husband was sexier than sin.
Once in the bedroom, Dante lowered Steele to his feet. He was about to jump him, when Steele saw it.
He stared.
The place was filled with roses, candles, and romance.
“I love you, babe. Happy wedding night.”
Tears filled his eyes.
; He couldn’t believe this.
Why was he shocked? Dante always showered him with romance and love. He’d just assumed they’d roll around, get sweaty, and have at it.
Only, his husband had other plans.
He was going to woo him.
“There are days when I think you can’t see into my soul, and then you do something like this,” he said, “for me, and I know you see everything.”
“I know you, Steele. I was born to be your husband, and you mine.”
“But all this for me?”
He was staggered as he picked up a velvety soft rose and sniffed it. The scent was exotic and delicious.
It screamed wedding night.
“Of course it’s for you. I love you, Steele Croft. You’re my husband.”
His heart skipped.
“I promise to go slow and be gentle. Let me make love to you,” Dante offered.
Steele nodded.
Dante went into romance mode. He wasn’t thinking about getting off, since Steele took the edge off. Now he could focus on making love to him. Dante wanted to make sure tonight was one he’d never forget.
Gently, he helped him out of his suit jacket, and then began unbuttoning his shirt. He did it with such love and care.
“Dante,” he whispered.
He kissed him softly on the lips. “Just feel. I’m going to make everything alright. I swear. Trust me.”
He did.
“I’m yours.”
He absolutely was, and that was the best part.
When his shirt was undone, Dante pushed it off his shoulders, so it would fall to the floor with his suit jacket.
Then his hands went to the button and zipper on his dress pants.
They fell.
Dante looked down.
And grinned.
“You bought me these on our second date,” Steele said, as Dante reminisced.
“You already know that I wore mine too. We match. Great minds think alike,” Dante admitted.
Steele was at peace.
“We always did match,” Steele said. “From that minute I saw you in the morgue, and you tried not to check me out. I knew.”
“The minute I saw you, do you know what I fell in love with first?” Dante asked, as he tugged his boxers down.
“What?”
“Your sexy eyes. They are this deep blue-green. They aren’t as aqua as Dimitri’s eyes. They are like falling into warm, water in the Mediterranean. I fell into them, and I never got away. You are my everything.”
“That’s what you noticed first?” he asked.
“Well, and I checked out your package in scrubs. I’m a perv. Sue me. Scrubs do nothing to hide the goods, and for that fact, I’m grateful.”
Steele laughed. “I hope you still want to see my package,” he offered.
Dante took that second to look down.
He knew his husband. If he tried to pretend there was nothing wrong, he’d feel anxious.
Dante had been avoiding this, too, in a way. As long as he didn’t have to see what had happened, he wouldn’t have to face the reality of how close they’d really come to losing him.
Steele only survived by a miracle.
Dante still had nightmares.
While he’d seen the medical reports, and Emma told him what had happened, he was still in denial.
He hadn’t saved his partner.
Dante had let him down.
Steele watched his eyes for his reaction as he stepped back. Dante scanned his body, and finally, he saw the damage done to him.
The response was immediate as he looked at the scars across his thighs, one long one down his erection, and the missing testicle.
Steele saw the anger, the pain, and even the love.
“I want to kill them all over again for what they did to you,” he whispered. “They hurt my husband. They took what was mine and marked him up.”
Dante wanted to say a million more things. With gentle fingers, he reached out and touched Steele’s flesh. He caressed that scar that ran down his erection. The puckered scar was horrible. No wonder his husband had struggled.
Dante felt the need to share tenderness.
He dropped to his knees and left warm, openmouthed kisses across every scar he saw—with a gentleness that only a husband could have.
Steele watched him.
His heart filled with love.
There was no disgust, fear, or revulsion in Dante’s eyes. Oh, he could see the anger, but that wasn’t directed at him.
As Dante lavished his healed wounds with love and attention, Steele reassured him.
“I’m okay, Dante. He can’t hurt me anymore. Dominic paid with his life. Greyson killed him for me.”
That’s when he dropped the bomb.
“Dimitri killed him,” he admitted. “My brother couldn’t pull the trigger. He was still a Fed. He wanted to, but a part of him wouldn’t let him, so Dimitri took his life.”
Tears filled Steele’s eyes.
That mattered so much. The family had protected him, and he owed Dimitri so much.
“I thought…”
“Everyone thinks he did, but he didn’t. I wanted to do it, but Dimitri handled it. When he was no longer a Fed, Greyson and I hunted down the two men who helped him do this to you. We each killed one. We all have that blood on our hands, Steele. We took their lives in repayment for what they took from me. You were vindicated, and I won’t tell you the details, but they suffered at our hands for each mark they put on you.”
Steele loved him, Greyson, and Dimitri even more.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say that we can have sex, because I’m really dying here. I missed you,” he said, running his hand across Steele’s erection. “I think you missed me too.”
Oh, he had.
Steele was up.
Erect.
And the man before him was exactly what he needed.
“I missed you. Come with me,” he said, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet so he could lead him to the bed. “You’re overdressed.”
It didn’t last long.
He was naked in seconds.
Then, he was on Steele, as they fell onto the bed.
They rolled around, until Dante was on top. “I want you to close your eyes, relax, and let me show you what we share. Later, you can take a ride on your sexy soldier.”
Oh, he would.
Dante began working down Steele’s chest. There were healed burns from cigarettes, and tears filled his eyes. This man suffered to keep them safe.
He may have been the soldier, but Steele…he was the strong one. So many equated him to the ‘woman’ in their relationship, just because he was soft-spoken and more gentle, but he was tough. Steele’s name was appropriate for him. He put him to shame when it came to tenacity.
This was the proof.
He survived.
As his mouth left kisses over each wound, offering healing the only way he could, a peace settled over both of them.
Gone was the fear.
Gone were the nerves.
Steele was good. He was in trusted hands.
As Dante got to his erection, he licked him from base to tip.
Steele shook.
Then he took him in his hand and gently began stroking him. He was already rock hard. He left kisses down the scar that Dominic’s men had left on him.
They wanted to destroy him, torture him, and ruin him, but they didn’t.
He was perfect this way too.
He was his.
His mouth healed, as he worked him in and out of his mouth.
“Jesus! You’re too sexy for your own good,” Steele muttered, as Dante worked him hard enough to make him want more and more.
Dante wanted to make him cum, but he knew what obstacle they had to overcome.
He set him free.
Steele was breathing heavily.
“I want to be buried in you, but you have to decide if you can do it.”
> “I want to but…”
Dante was willing to take one for the team.
Baby steps.
“I really need you in me then. I miss feeling that,” he said, staring into his eyes. “Can you just fuck me so I can feel you taking me?” he asked.
Steele nodded.
“I got your present. It’s here,” Steele said, pulling the nightstand drawer open.
“Strawberry lube.”
Dante laughed. “It’s my favorite flavor. We’ll sleep in the pajama bottoms later. I have other pressing things to work on,” he said, flipping the cap open on the lube. He dumped a shitload onto Steele’s erection.
Then he licked him.
“Mmmmm.”
Steele shook.
“Where do you want me?” he asked. He knew his husband liked to face him. It was all about the tattoos and the position for him. For Dante, he liked the control of being behind him.
“Face to face.”
Some things didn’t change.
Dante dropped back, pulling him with him. They were mouth to mouth, chest to chest, and dick to dick.
“I love you,” Dante said, as he could feel the tentative nudge of his husband.
Their mouths met, and he slid home.
They both moaned.
Dante let Steele take control, as he wrapped his legs around his hips. Steele pushed off his body, so he could stare into his eyes. Then he began moving.
It was slow at first. As his erection slid in and out of Dante’s ass, he was filled with so much pleasure.
With one hand, he took Dante’s erection and began stroking him as he fucked him.
Dante was struggling not to cum.
AGAIN.
The visual, the feeling, and the way his husband was taking him…it reminded him of all the times they’d made love. Gray eyes met that aqua-y green.
That’s when Steele got more forceful. He began thrusting harder into his husband’s body, still never looking away.
“I love you. You’re perfect,” Dante said, as he moaned in pleasure.
Steele was close.
The pleasure was unbearable.
He’d missed this.
As he thrust home, one more time, he exploded apart at all the pleasure. Dante held him as he collapsed onto his body.
Steele’s breathing was the only sound in the room.
Dante ran his fingers up and down his back to soothe him. He wasn’t sure what the storm would bring. It had to be on his time, his decision, and his pace.
Even if the love of his life couldn’t offer more, there was still intimacy there, and he would still take it.
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