“I have some exciting news to share with you too. Gray stopped by and asked me to represent him and Chase in adopting a baby girl.”
“What? When? I can’t believe he didn’t call me.” Miller’s excitement for our friends was so cute. He looked a lot like Indy did when I snuck him table scraps. I told him what I knew so far and passed along Gray’s parting words about keeping his mouth shut. Miller pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key.
“You better hope you can find that key, Bones. I have plans for that mouth later, and it involves more than eating dinner.” I playfully tackled him to the couch as his laughter echoed around me. I forgot about my hunger, my irritation over Baxter creeping back into our lives, and everything else except pleasing Miller.
Miller
The Thanksgiving holiday started as a fun day spent with my family. Jag fit in so well that it seemed like he’d been a part of our lives forever. As much as I loved including him, there was a small part of me that was afraid someone would open their mouths and ask when we were getting married. I worried that once it happened, it would be the beginning of the end of us. I didn’t think my heart could handle hearing Jag say we’d never get married because somewhere along the way my aversion to happily ever after and one ass forever had disappeared. I wanted to be tied to him for the rest of my days. I knew he loved me and wanted to be with me too, but I wanted something permanent.
Luckily, my family happily accepted our relationship without asking us probing questions about a future we might never have. We stuffed ourselves full of scrumptious food and watched some football before we played board games until nearly midnight.
“I thought families like yours only existed in sitcoms,” Jag had said from the passenger seat on the way back to his house where our pissed-off animals were waiting for our return. “I love that they’ve welcomed me into their lives and made me feel like one of them.”
“You are one of us.” I reached across the console and linked my fingers with Jag’s on his lap. “They love you too. You know that, right?” I took my eyes off the road long enough to glance at him.
“Yeah.” The smile in his voice made me happy. “I think your mom is worried she’s smothering me and that I’ll get tired of her, but there’s no way that could happen.”
“She’s just happy I met someone special.” Jag scoffed at my remark. “You are special to me, and she knows that. I’ve never brought a guy home to meet my family, so she knows how important you are to me.” We didn’t usually have discussions about our feelings; we chose to show our affection with actions instead. Telling him I was in love with him rolled off my tongue easily and he told me just as frequently. I didn’t feel like our relationship was lacking anything, but sometimes words were needed too. “You’re the most important person in my life, Jag. My family knows that, and I hope you know it too.”
He lifted our entwined hands up and kissed the back of mine. “I do know, Bones, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t moments that I ask myself why you love me the way you do.” It wasn’t often I saw or heard the broken boy in him anymore, but every now and then, he appeared. “Then I remind myself it doesn’t really matter how or why you love me. It only matters that you do. I’m horrible at expressing my emotions, Bones. Please tell me you have some inkling about how much I love you.”
“I do, Jag. You show me rather than tell me, and I think it’s more meaningful that way.”
The Friday after Thanksgiving was just as wonderful. We spent the day vegging on the couch as we watched movies and ate leftovers. Two guys can get into a lot of playful trouble with leftover pumpkin pie and whipped cream. We started out fully clothed sitting beside each other on the couch eating pie. I caught a wicked gleam in Jag’s eye, and the next thing I knew, my shirt was off and Jag was smearing pumpkin pie and whipped cream over my nipple, which tightened almost painfully beneath the cold custard. Chills gave way to unadulterated heat as his warm tongue licked the dessert off my chest. Spikes of lust went straight to my groin as he sucked and nibbled on my nipple before he turned and repeated the same sexy torture on the other.
I palmed his hardening length through his jeans and worked him until he was hard as steel. Unwilling to be left out of the fun, I rolled him to his back on the couch and kissed my way down his bare chest until I reached his waistband. I made quick work of his button-fly jeans and pushed them and his underwear down to his thighs so I could have access to the treat I craved the most.
“This is going to be a little cold at first,” I warned right before I smeared pumpkin filling on his cock. Jag’s breath was a startled hiss, and I couldn’t help but smile at his discomfort. I scooped some whipped cream off the top of the pie and smeared it over the head of his dick. “This is my new favorite way to eat pie.”
I lowered my mouth to his crown and licked the cream off before I slid the length of him into my mouth, not stopping until I felt his coarse pubic hairs tickle my nose. I sucked hard as I eased up until only the head of his dick remained in my mouth.
“Bones.” Jag fisted my hair in both hands and urged me back down on his cock, but I was too busy savoring his salty precum. “I’m dying here.”
My chuckle vibrated around his cock as I eased him deep into my mouth once more. He made desperate sounds when I repeatedly changed the tempo from slow and teasing to fast and hard. I didn’t let up until he shouted my name and came in my mouth.
Once I’d cleaned up every drop of his release, I climbed up and shared a kiss with him, allowing him to taste the heady mix of the pie and his cream. When I pulled back, he looked at me with a wicked smile.
“You look like you have rabies.” He swiped a thumb along my mouth and pulled it back to show me the whipped cream I had smeared around my lips. I grabbed his thumb and sucked it clean. “Your turn, Bones.” Jag rolled me over to return the favor, but I felt too edgy for a blow job. I wanted to fuck. Hard.
We made quick work of stripping off the rest of our clothes, then I was stretching him open while catching his sighs and moans with my mouth. “Jag.” His name sounded like a prayer as I eased myself into his heat. There were many uncertain things in my future, but the one certainty was that I would never tire of joining my body to his. Each time felt just as wonderful and exciting as our first time, and I refused to take his body, or him, for granted.
I reached above his head and grabbed onto the armrest of the couch once his body had adjusted and opened completely to me. I dug my knees into the couch and took him hard and fast, both of us yelling out the pleasure we found in each other. It didn’t take long for Jag to harden again once I found that sweet spot inside him.
“Stroke yourself,” I commanded as I pounded into him. I wanted us to come together, and all the signals of a pending orgasm were going off in my body. I looked down and watched Jag stroke his dick, which only turned me on more. I angled my dick for his prostate on every stroke and was rewarded with the tightening of his body beneath mine.
I unclenched my muscles and allowed myself to fill the condom the second his ass squeezed my cock and the first spurt of his cum landed on his stomach.
“You’ve made a horrible mess of us both, Bones.”
“We’re a beautiful mess,” I said looking down at our joined bodies. “Besides, now we get to shower, and you know the mischief we can make in the shower.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him, and he laughed before I eased out of him and held out my hand to help him off the couch.
“I’ll never be able to look at pumpkin pie again without seeing you swallowing my cock,” Jag said as we made our way upstairs.
“It’s time to make our own traditions,” I replied, earning a sexy swat on the ass.
“I’ll refrain from saying that as one of the things I’m grateful for when we go around the table next year at your folks’ house.” I laughed at the image his words conjured up, but what made me happiest was the fact that he planned to be at my parents’ house with me a year from then.
“Save it for Chase and Gray’s on Sunday. Gram will get a kick out of it.”
