Eric
Imassagemy fingers across the fabric of Jesse’stee.
“Even this shirt is too much for me. In the way of my favorite parts,” I tell him, the anger in my tone surprising me. Not long after I returned from my jog, Ty headed out to hit up a nearby gym, which should give us long enough to playaround.
“Time for me to take full advantage of my ever-willing future husband,” I add, practically into Jesse’s mouth as he offers another kiss and I guide him back toward the bed. We stop kissing long enough for me to discard hisshirt.
“Future husband,” hewhispers.
“I can’t get enough of saying that about myfiancé.”
“Mmmm…and I can’t get enough of that word either. We’ve got to cherish it while we can, considering we won’t be using it verylong.”
I unfasten his belt, and his shorts fall to his ankles. He steps out ofthem.
I push him back onto the bed and straddle him before leaning down and kissing hisneck.
He rolls his head back. “And we need to set a date…and a place…and sort out all thedetails.”
“No need to stress aboutit.”
“That’s not me stressing,” Jesse says. “This is the fun part. I want it to be memorable. I want it to beincredible.”
I lean back and enjoy the lighthearted expression on his face, how effortlessly it all seems to be for him toconsider.
“It will be incredible, Mr. Morgan.” Speaking those words reminds me: “Are either of us taking the other’s last name? Oh, I love when you dothat.”
“What?”
“Your face just moves a very specific way when you encounter a problem. I wonder how many times a day you make that face atwork.”
“I imagine a lot. Do you want me to have your last name?” He soundsconcerned.
“I don’t know how proud I am of Westright. It does suit me, but Eric Morgan… I could live withthat.”
“I don’t want you tolive with it. I do like having my last name, from theMorgans.”
“Then we keep ournames?”
“Let’s think on it.” He adds, “We have plenty oftime.”
I crawl off Jesse and lounge beside him. “That takes us back to setting the date, doesn’t it? I don’t want to wait too long to make an honest man out ofyou.”
“You want to make an honest man out of me? Oh, really? What else did you want to do to me?” Jesse asks as he rolls onto his stomach, his ass fully on display forme.
I rest my hand on his back, trailing it down, moving up the curvature of his ass cheek. “What doyouwant me to do toyou?”
“Maybe a little more like that thing you did lastnight.”
My face warms, my cheeks practically on fire from the hot lust he awakens within me. I pinch his flesh between my thumb and forefinger. Then I move my hand in a circular motion before offering a quickslap.
Jesse’s got his eyes on me, an eagerness in his expression. “I’m a big boy, Mr. Westright. I can take more thanthat.”
I laugh, a deep, powerfullaugh.
“What’s so funny? I’m beingserious.”
This primal impulse rises within me. I slap a little harder, the sound echoing through the room. His usually white cheek is already a little pink, and I’m hard as arock.
