“I don’t get anything?” Darrensays with a smile.
“Go ahead and open it,” Tad says.
“At least now I get to see what’skept you so busy that you couldn’t fucking cook with me today,” I say as I tearthrough the paper. When I open the box, I see it’s a framed collage. Picturesfrom paps throughout the early part of our relationship—ones he must’ve foundonline. There’s one of me standing beside him outside the stadium. One of me inthe stands. One of me taking down the fan that I thought was going to pull aweapon on him. One of the kiss that was caught on camera. And so many more.
Those days seem so distant nowthat we’re so settled in. So used to our everyday life that’s far from themadness of what things were like back then.
I pull the picture out of the boxand notice a small black box beneath it.
“Oh, fuck you,” I say.
He grins.
“Fuck you to Hell.”
He approaches and gets on hisknees on the other side of the coffee table.
“I really hate you right now,” Isay.
I open the box and see two blackrings nestled inside.
Darren and Debra are all smiles. EvenKiernan is smirking.
“Am I suddenly the girl?” I ask.
“Do you want to bemygirl?” he asks with a cheeky grin.
“Of course I do, you sneaky ass.” Ihop up, and as he rises, I grab him by his neck and force him closer to me fora kiss—a kiss that feels just as good as they did when we first started allthis. I wrap my arms around him and pull him as close to the coffee table as Ican.
Being with these guys as the SuperBowl starts up behind Tad reminds me of how far we’ve come in such a shorttime. It reminds me of all that can happen in one’s life. How one person canutterly shake the foundations of your existence. He’s the reason I stayedstrong. The reason I see a therapist twice a month. The reason I have hope formy future.
As we pull away, I whisper, “Ilove you.”
“I love you, too,” he says.
Even though we’ve said those wordsso many times since we got together, I feel a warm rush within me as it offersme palpable relief. Like a drug. He’s my drug. My beautiful, wonderful drug.
I revel in this moment. Enjoyingthe power of all we share. And knowing, as Tad noted, that it was the tragediesthat brought us together and showed us the light.
Tad
“God, you feel so good,” Bryce says as his cock pushes deepwithin me.
Water streams down my back as Ipress my hand against the tile wall in the shower. It falls off my chin as Igroan. He grips on tight to my hips and continues his work.
I like having him inside me likethis, without a condom. We haven’t used those in a long time, and it feels somuch better just knowing that there are no barriers between us.
“You’re hitting it just right,” Isay. His cock is slamming right into my prostate, causing powerful sensationsto rush all throughout my body. My balls throb like I’m fucking blue-balling.We just fucked this morning before Kiernan came to help get the food ready forthe game, but it’s like I’m a fucking teenager again. Needing it all the time.That’s how this past year has been with Bryce. Every time he returns home fromwork, every moment that I can sneak a fuck in, I do. It’s not just that he’shot as sin. It’s that everything about him turns me on. Not just my cock,either. Every conversation we have, every time we enjoy a movie together, Ibecome more and more stimulated by all that he is. It’s why I knew that Icouldn’t go another day without announcing to him and everyone that I wanted tomarry him.
He grabs a lock of my hair andpulls back, yanking it so that I have to lean back into him, allowing theshower to spray across my chest while I strain to arch my back.
He leans forward and whispers intomy ear, “Thought you were real clever today with that surprise, didn’t you?” heasks, his deep guttural voice making my cock ache with even more arousal.
“You bet your fucking ass.”
“You gonna be a good wife to me?”he asks. His hand trails up my chest and as it reaches my throat, he grips it gently.Just enough to make me feel like he’s totally dominating me in this moment.“Give it to me whenever I need it?” He thrusts even harder, his breath slamminginto the side of my face.
I reach my hand around and rest itagainst his cheek. “I’ll give it to you whenever you need it, however you needit—God, that feels amazing!”
