Atticus said nothing, but his breathing grew labored, his fingers spasming around Jericho’s thigh where he held on for dear life. Still, he said nothing.
“You’re mine. You’re just fucking mine. Forever,” Jericho swore.
“I am yours. That’s never in question,” Atticus promised, voice raw.
Jericho was too far gone, his orgasm imminent, those shocky sparks of pleasure heating the base of his spine. “Just mine,” he said again.
“Just yours,” Atticus swore again.
Jericho’s orgasm slammed into him, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside him. Atticus batted Jericho’s hand away, jerkinghimself with two or three hard tugs before he gave a harsh cry, body spasming around Jericho’s already softening cock in a way that gave him goosebumps.
He didn’t pull out immediately, just stood there as he tried to pull himself together. Even when he finally pulled free and they fixed their clothes, Jericho still felt like this wasn’t enough. He wrapped his arms around Atticus, clinging to him in a way he rarely did.
“What the hell did she say to you?” Atticus asked, voice bewildered.
It wasn’t that. It wasn’t anything he was sure he could put into words. “Nothing. She didn’t really say anything. She was just so…”
“You got Kendra’d,” Atticus said, understanding seemingly dawning. “It happens to the best of us. She’s vile.”
“It’s not that. I mean, she’s a nightmare, for sure. But the idea that, if we hadn’t met…if I hadn’t showed up at your work or if you hadn’t come to my apartment… The thought that we wouldn’t be together just scared the shit out of me, Freckles. There were so many times we could have just not shown up for each other and we wouldn’t have any of this. And I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Atticus’s eyes went wide, his lips slightly parted. “I-I can’t imagine my life without you either. But we don’t have to. Ever. Right?”
The way he hesitated when he saidrightmade Jericho’s heart twist into knots. “Never ever,” he promised. “Can we go home?”
Atticus snorted. “I think we have to. I’m pretty sure these pants will be ruined by the time we get there. That was your third…deposit of the day.”
Jericho growled, biting at Atticus’s throat. “It’s not my last.”
“Oh, I heard,” Atticus teased. “You were quite vocal about your plans for the rest of my night.”
“We both know you can’t wait. You love being bred. Can’t get enough of it. Hell, you begging for my cum is the reason we’re banned from your father’s car service. Guess those partitions aren’t soundproof.”
Atticus flushed. “Guess not.”
Jericho laced their fingers together, leading them the long way around the building towards the valet.
“So, really, what did Kendra say?” Atticus pressed, changing the subject.
Nothing that Atticus wouldn’t internalize and stew about for the rest of the night. “I don’t know, Freckles. Her voice was like shards of glass in my ear canal. I just tried to tune her out.”
“I know when you’re lying to me,” Atticus said, tone both clipped and a bit superior. “But I’m going to let it go because she’s not worth my time. Let’s just go home.”
Jericho kissed his cheek. “Let’s go home, Freckles.”
“Honey, I’m home.”
Atticus glanced up from where he sat at the coffee table, papers strewn across the surface. Jericho wore Atticus’s favorite black cashmere sweater and a pair of jeans so soft and old they’d molded to his husband’s perfect ass and thighs. He looked sexy and expensive… until Atticus got to the clunky ancient work boots that were once brown but were now black from God only knew what.
“How was work?” he asked, glancing back down at his papers.
Jericho removed his shoes and put them with the others by the front door then folded his arms over his well-muscled chest. “How was work, Freckles?” he asked as if he’d said something insulting.
Atticus frowned over the rim of his glasses. “Is that not the appropriate question when one returns from their place of employment? Is that not what you asked me when I came home yesterday?”
Jericho gave him a dirty smirk. “Oh, it is. But I at least had the good manners to bend you over the kitchen counter andbury my cock in your ass before I asked. Is our romance already dead?”
Atticus flushed to the tips of his ears but rolled his eyes. “A. I didn’t know you wanted to try bottoming. And 2. I’m not getting any younger. Getting off this floor is a lot harder than it used to be. You’re younger. The least you could do is come to me.”
