“Cooper said we’re doing dinner tonight.”
“Yep.” Grant popped the P. “At six.”
“Can you set an extra place for Wyatt?”
Adam dragged his mouse across his desk and waited for the screen to wake up.
“Yeah,” Grant answered after a breath. “Of course.”
“Awesome. We’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Alright. Bye.” Grant hung up the phone and Adam went back to his day, checking and responding to emails as if he hadn’t just legally pledged himself to another person on his lunch break. Apparently getting married was important, because even though he’d had the collar for a week, something about the wedding had felt more severe, more final.
He called Cooper, speaking as soon as he heard the call connect. “This means so much to me. I want you to know. I didn’t think it…I…this is special to me.Youare special to me. And…”
“You’re not the only one all in, baby,” Cooper said in a low voice. He only ever called Adam baby when he was being dominant, and the use of the endearment sent a spike of lust up his spine. He hadn’t called for phone sex. He called because he’d been overwhelmed by the impact of what Cooper had given him. Of what he’d asked for.
“I love you,” he said, because there was nothing else to say.
“I love you. I’ll see you at six, okay?”
“Okay. Bye.”
Adam ended the call and spent the rest of the afternoon oscillating between staring at his computer and staring out the window. He didn’t want to be at work. He wanted to be with his husband, his son, his best friend. He wanted to plan a honeymoon. He wanted to commit to moving and starting a life with Cooper.
Fully and completely.
He left as soon as he could and got to Grant’s house at 5:30. He didn’t want to barge in early, so he figured he would stop by and talk with Wyatt a bit to see if they could figure out a plan about the house. He knocked on the front door even though he had a key. He told Wyatt he would treat himself like a guest to give him privacy. He knocked again, but Wyatt didn’t answer, so he gave up and decided to go to Grant’s after all.
He didn’t afford his best friend the same courtesies as his son, so he unlocked the front door without knocking. Adam kicked off his shoes and followed the sound of Grant’s voice toward the kitchen. The house smelled like roasted chicken, and he was ready to comment on it when he rounded the corner and found his son and his best friend practically squared off in the corner.
They each had a glass of wine in their hands and Wyatt towered over Grant, staring down at him with an expression Adam couldn’t read.
“Everything all right?” He laughed nervously, taking a step into the room.
Wyatt straightened, his spine snapping to attention, and he took a quick swallow of the wine, turning away from Grant and from Adam.
“Everything’s fine.” Grant gave him a sideways look, then reached for a bamboo spatula on the counter. “Wyatt and I were just talking.”
“Is that what that was?” he asked.
“That’s what that was,” Grant confirmed, shuffling vegetables around a pan with the edge of the spatula. He drank what was left in his wine glass and set it down on the island behind him. “So, what’s the special occasion?”
“Why do you think there’s an occasion?”
“Cooper asked me to make dinner. You invited your son.” Grant pulled another wine glass from the cabinet and passed it to Adam. “This all feels very formal.”
“You’ll have to ask Cooper.”
“Ask me what?”
Adam hadn’t even heard the front door open, but Cooper was there behind him, arms around his waist and chin propped on Adam’s shoulder.
“Grant wanted to know what the special occasion is,” Adam repeated.
“Oh.” Cooper grinned, glasses scrunching up the bridge of his nose. “We got married.”
Grant dropped the spatula. “You what?”
