by Tatum Throne
“It will be. Do you have a problem with that?”
Shawn paced away, going over to the curtains. He pulled them open to let moonlight filter through the room. His heart beat wildly as he waited for Kemper’s reply. Shawn turned, meeting Kemper’s gaze.
“No. I think I love the sound of what you’re offering. What are you offering?”
Shawn knew he had to tell Kemper exactly how he felt and what he wanted. “I love you, Kemper. I love you like no one I’ve ever known. I want forever with you.”
Kemper smiled. “I love you, too, babe.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, I fell in love with you the first moment you showed up on my doorstep.”
Shawn laughed. “I fell in love with you when I found that stack of romance novels on your nightstand.”
“So what does this new contract entail?” Kemper asked.
Shawn came in close to Kemper, snuggling up close on the bed. “It’s a long-term contract. Exclusive, actually.”
“Sounds kind of permanent. You should know that I have commitment issues.”
“I guess I’ll have to work hard to keep you happy,” Shawn said.
Their hands joined. Shawn felt like everything in his life was finally falling perfectly into place. He was happy, and he wanted to make Kemper happy, too.
* * * *
“You love me,” Kemper said.
Kemper felt his heart swell when he threw those three words into Shawn’s face. The impact continued to leave Shawn with an amused look on his face.
“You finally admitted that you love me,” Kemper said.
“You’ll want to read your contract closely. This one is binding.”
Kemper felt breathless as Shawn’s hand moved up the inside of his thigh. “Is it? Say it again.”
“I love you,” Shawn said.
Kemper chuckled. “I love the sound of those words rolling off your lips.”
“You’re getting cocky, sub.”
“I think you like me being cocky with you.”
“Maybe I do.” Shawn slipped his hand over Kemper’s jaw. “I think we’re perfect together.”
“Yes, we are.”
Kemper rested his head against Shawn’s shoulder. He never expected to find love after he lost his leg. He never expected to be whole again. Everything he ever wanted was right there within his arms. Kemper ran his hand up Shawn’s arm, pulling him close.
“So…what happens now?” Kemper asked.
“I was hoping that you would move in with me.”
There was a waver within Shawn’s strong, deep voice. A waver that was probably due to Shawn’s fear of Kemper saying no. “I love the sound of that.”
“Do you?”
“As long as I get the right side of the bed.”
“You making a claim on my bed?” Shawn asked.
“I am.”
Shawn kissed his temple, sending shivers down Kemper’s spine. “I’d give you anything and everything in this entire world if it made you happy.”
“The only thing I want and need is you.”
A sigh escaped Shawn’s lips as Kemper cuddled closer. Their gazes were fixed on the television. The SWAT team and Kemper’s injury was on the late local news.
Chapter Thirteen
Two weeks later, Shawn finished moving all of Kemper’s clothing into his half of the closet in the master bedroom. He stood back, looking at everything. A smile played at his lips. Tonight, he had a surprise for Kemper. Shawn’s hand touched the ring hanging off the chain around his neck. He was going to make this thing solid between them.
“Shawn?” Kemper called.
“Up here!” Kemper came around the corner, carrying one more box. “What’s in there?”
“Just some of my books. Do you have some extra shelf space?” Kemper asked.
“Over here.”
It was sunny outside. Sunlight rained down from the skylight into the bedroom. When they were finished putting the books away, Shawn realized that he was down on one knee in front of Kemper. They were eye to eye. Shawn grabbed his hand, stopping him from standing up and moving away. He had wanted to wait until later tonight after a romantic dinner, but right now everything felt right.
“Shawn? Everything okay?”
“Yeah…Kemper…there’s something I want to ask you.”
A frown creased Kemper’s forehead. “Shawn…”
“Kemper…” Shawn took the chain from around his neck, unsnapping the link. The ring twirled off the chain and fell into Shawn’s hand. “Will you marry me?”
Shock registered late on Kemper’s face. “You want to marry me?”
“Yes. I love you. I want more than just us living together. I want to make it official with a wedding, flowers, a cake, my family, our friends, our coworkers.”
Tears sprang to Kemper’s eyes. “Say yes, babe. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
Kemper nodded through the tears, nodding his head up and down. “Yes!”
The white-gold engagement ring was warm from being so close to Shawn’s body. Kemper’s hand shook as he offered it to Shawn to slide the ring on. Shawn slid the band up over his knuckle. Kemper jumped into Shawn’s arms, kissing him passionately.
“I love you, babe,” Shawn said.
“I love you more.”
Shawn lowered Kemper to the floor. He stared down at his lover’s eyes, seeing his future unfold within them. He ran his hands down Kemper’s arms, linking their fingers together.
“How do you feel about spending a quiet evening at home tonight with me?” Shawn asked.
“That sounds fantastic.”
“We can do takeout. A double feature…maybe even a triple if you’re up for watching the Aliens trilogy.”
“It sounds like a perfect evening,” Kemper said.
“First, we need to go for a swim.”
Kemper laughed. “I’m shocked you haven’t gotten me into it before now.”
“I’ve been dying to go skinny-dipping with you.” Shawn stepped back. “Now, get naked, sub.”
Shawn smiled as he watched Kemper undress, lowering his eyes demurely. He loved how submissive Kemper became when he started ordering him around. It turned him on fast and hard. When Kemper was finally undressed, Shawn pulled him in close for a quick taste of his lips. Their cocks brushed together. After a long kiss, Kemper pulled his puffy and swollen lips away.
“I thought we were going for a swim?” Kemp asked.
“We better go now or we never will.”
They headed downstairs and out the backdoor. Shawn flipped on the exterior light, illuminating the back porch. They streaked across the patio together. Shawn dove in. When he surfaced, he caught sight of Kemper taking off his prosthetic at the edge of the pool. He dove off the side and surfaced in front of Shawn.
Moonlight shined down on the pair like a night rainbow arching from the sky. Shawn came up behind Kemper, rubbing his cock up against his rim. Kemper bent forward, exposing his ass. Shawn bit his lip, stuffing his big dick deep inside his sub. They groaned in unison as Shawn bottomed out in his ass. All of a sudden, Shawn was lost with the motion of the water, Kemper’s cries of passion, and the feel of Kemper’s big hands gripping his ass. Shawn reached around, taking control of Kemper’s cock. He stroked and pulled, twisting his hand up and down Kemper’s shaft. Shawn sunk his dick hard, lifting Kemper up off the floor of the pool as his orgasm spun through his dick. Hot spunk shot from his prick, landing deep within Kemper. Shawn was still flying high from the encounter when he pulled his cock from Kemper’s ass. He turned Kemper around, grabbing hold of his hard prick.
“I’m close.”
“You whine like a bratty sub when you’re close to coming,” Shawn teased.
“Put me out of my fucking misery.”
“I will babe. I will.”
Shawn picked Kemper up by wrapping his arms around his thighs. Kemper cried out in surprise. Shawn worked Kemper’s cock deep into his mouth and sucked hard. It was all he needed. Ke
mper groaned as he came hard. Shawn licked his way off Kemper’s dick and slid him down the front of his body.
“I love you,” Shawn said.
“I love you more.”
Their lips met in a sweet kiss. They held each other for a long time within the moonlight. Kemper rested his head upon Shawn’s shoulder.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” Kemper said.
“We’re both lucky.”
Voices carried on the night air. The privacy fence kept them hidden from view.
“Are you expecting someone?” Kemper asked.
“I wasn’t but it sounds like someone is here. Let’s ignore them.”
Whoever was on the other side of the fence wasn’t going away. Shawn was certain that it was his friends coming over for their long-standing game of darts. How could he have forgotten about their dart league? Half of the team was made up of guys from the SWAT team and from the police department.
“We should get out,” Shawn said.
“What? Why? We just got in.”
All of a sudden, guys from the department started climbing the fence. They brought the rest of the party and the beer.
“Oh, fuck,” Shawn whispered. “Hey, Jack!”
“Hey, man. I didn’t know you were having a pool party!” Jack said. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Kemper. He’s joining the league.” Kemper frowned at Shawn. “Darts.”
Kemp swam to the edge of the pool. Shawn was certain he was trying to hide the fact that he was swimming without trunks on. The guys came around to the patio area, setting the food they brought onto the table.
“Anyone know anything about this new guy Evan Thunder?” Jack asked.
“He’s the new tactical photographer the chief hired a few weeks ago,” Shawn said.
“I heard he once worked in the porn industry,” Jack said.
“Bullshit,” TJ said. “Chief Anderson would not hire anyone who once worked in the porn industry.”
Jack spread his arms wide. “Hey, I’m only repeating what I heard.”
“Who did you hear it from?” Kemper asked.
“Just imagine the number of women he’s slept with,” Jack said. “Ah, man…”
“Or guys,” Shawn said.
“Hey, never thought of that!” Jack replied.
“You never said where you heard it from,” Kemper said.
“One of the guys who knows him through District Two,” Jack said. “Hey, maybe he worked behind the scenes. He probably saw all the action. Who knows?”
“Ask him,” Shawn said.
“Fuck no. Some things are better left unknown, my man,” Jack said.
Shawn swam over to Kemper, lowering his voice. “I’m not sure how we’re going to get out of this one.”
“You go first,” Kemper said.
The corner of his mouth lifted. “I’ll bring you trunks and a towel.”
Thanks, babe.
Shawn cleared his throat. “Avert your eyes. I’m getting out of the pool.”
“What?” TJ asked. “Ah, fuck, Shawn.”
Shawn had used the ladder to get out of the deep end. He covered his junk with his right hand. “I warned you.”
Nice tattoo, Shawn, Jack said.
Thanks.
Shawn loved how the dragon’s scales rippled as his thigh muscles went to work. Jack’s gaze followed his tattoo as he walked across the veranda.
A few minutes later, Shawn came back dressed, with a towel for Kemper. He discreetly dropped the swim trunks into Kemper’s hand. The tips of their fingers brushed. Shawn waited beside the pool to help Kemper out. Shawn wrapped his arm around his waist as he headed for the patio chair where he put his prosthetic on. Shawn wanted to be there for him every step of the way. He looked down at the white glint of the engagement ring on Kemper’s hand.
Shawn gave in to temptation and leaned down, kissing Kemper fully on the mouth. When he lifted his head, Shawn saw the love lingering in Kemper’s eyes.
“I love you, babe. I want everyone to know that you’re mine,” Shawn said.
“Me, too.” Kemper stood up, sliding in close to Shawn. “I think everyone knows that I’m yours.”
Pride filled Shawn’s voice as he said, “Yes, they do.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tatum Throne has a master’s degree in social work. She left the field of medical social work to be a stay-at-home mom and to pursue her dreams of writing romance. She has three rambunctious boys with her husband, Mr. Throne, and two rowdy hamsters named Nibbler and CJ. She also has a pet rabbit named Coco who has taken over her office.
When not indulging her fantasies, Tatum enjoys baking chocolate chip cookies, hiking, spending time with her family, and spreading awareness of eosinophilic disorders.
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