“Yesterday,” Miller and I answered at the same time. We looked at each other and laughed.
“Awwwww,” Xavier cooed. “Aren’t they cute?”
“No, we’re downright sexy bastards,” I corrected them.
“Oh, okay,” Gray said with a roll of his eyes.
“I hope they get stuck like that,” Miller told him.
The teasing and wedding talk wound down as hunger became the prevailing need. Once finished, the guys all busted their asses to make sure all the heavy furniture was arranged or built so all we needed to do was unpack boxes. We couldn’t have gotten half of that accomplished on our own, and not for the first time, I realized just how lucky I was to have this special group of guys in my life. I wasn’t one to do a lot of hugging, but that day, it was warranted. I wanted them to know how much I appreciated their friendship and their help.
Gray was the last in line for a hug, and he didn’t make it awkward. Instead, he slapped my back and quietly said, “You’re a good man, JJ, and you deserve this happiness. Accept it. Embrace it. Enjoy every minute of it.”
“I will. Thank you.” I shut the door behind him and turned to face Miller. “Where do you want to start?”
“I have no idea.” He looked around the huge space filled with boxes and let out a deep sigh. “Let’s start upstairs in our bedroom. Let’s get our bed made and our bathroom stuff set out so we can at least take a shower soon.”
Naked Miller. Wet Miller. No kids. I was starting to get my second wind and was eager to do as he suggested. Besides, I had his special gift, and I was eager to give it to him. “Let’s get to it.” He wasn’t blind. He saw the gleam in my eyes that told him what I’d been thinking about.
We had our bedroom situated and our clothes put away quickly thanks to the premove organization he’d insisted on. I would remember to never balk when he wanted to be that organized again. Instead of going through every box looking for shower gel and toothpaste, it was all in one box labeled “Master Bath.” Thank goodness I didn’t have to search for lube and condoms either because I wasn’t willing to wait another minute to start making this space our own.
“Come here, Bones,” I said, pulling him into me by the belt loops on his jeans. “I’ve waited forever for this.”
“You just had me this morning,” Miller said, but his smile told me just how much he loved hearing that I needed him.
“That was forever ago,” I told him as I kissed his neck and slid my hands beneath his T-shirt. My fingers traced the muscles in his abdomen before moving up to tease his nipples. “I’m never going to stop needing you and the connection we have. You make everything right in my universe.”
“That’s what you do for me, Jag.” He pulled back slightly and cupped my face. “I’m not sure I would have gotten through these last six weeks without you. Your love kept me strong and gave me focus when all I wanted to do was fall apart. I knew you loved me, but I couldn’t comprehend just how much until my world was blown apart and you helped me piece it back together.”
“Perfect fit.” It was our phrase, and it summed us up accurately. We were made for each other, and no other person would understand or connect with us the way we fit together. I reached inside our new fancy-as-fuck shower and turned the water on.
We removed our clothes and stepped inside the glass stall. I squirted body wash into my hands and began to lather up his body slowly and completely while the moans Miller made told me how much he enjoyed my touch. Once he was rinsed off, he returned the favor, and my echoes of pleasure mirrored the ones I’d elicited from him.
Nothing said welcome home better than sliding into Miller while I watched his reflection in the mirror through the glass shower wall. It didn’t take long for steam to gather in the room and fog up the glass, but I clearly saw the look of ecstasy on his face when I sank balls deep inside him. That quick glimpse was enough to ignite a fire in me and would be a memory I would hold on to forever.
I wanted to go slow and take my time, but Miller wanted no part of slow and sensual. He thrust his ass back on my dick, reached around with one hand, and grabbed my thigh in a bruising grip. I felt the hungry need from him to be claimed and gave him what he wanted. I held tightly to his hips while I rode his tight ass. I always wanted Miller to tell me what he needed so I could give it to him. I knew I could be just as open with him, and it was a beautiful thing.
It didn’t take long for our jubilant cries to echo through the bathroom as Miller’s orgasm caused his ass to clamp around my cock and milk everything out of me. I should’ve been used to the way my body reacted to him after over a year, but I wasn’t. Miller electrified me more and more each time we were together.
“Welcome home, Bones.”
“You’re my home, Jag. Wherever you are is where my home will be. I love this house because it’s ours.” Hearing those sweet words touched me in ways I couldn’t verbally express at the moment because there was a ball of emotion stuck in my throat. I cleared my throat to dislodge it but was unsuccessful. I would need to let my kiss and my surprise for Miller do the speaking for me.
I poured everything I felt for him into my kiss. Every shared breath, captured sigh, and touch felt like it was our first time all over again. In a way, we were starting over—a new home with kids that were legally Miller’s, and I hoped someday they’d be mine as well.
Once we were showered and dressed, I took Miller back into the kitchen. We were both famished from the day’s physical exertion but didn’t want to ruin the family dinner we had planned with the kids. We decided to eat a few slices of pizza to hold us over. I went outside to get my surprise while he reheated the food. I set out candles on the dining room table and hurriedly lit them. I placed a large gift box on the table and took my seat to wait for him.
“What’s all this?” Miller asked when he walked into the room with two plates in his hand.
“It’s our Valentine’s Day dinner.”
“You don’t do Valentine’s Day. I remember you saying something about greeting card companies and swindling.” He tilted his head slightly as if he was searching for a memory.
“None of your gifts were purchased from a greeting card company. This gift is unique,” I said with a sniff of superiority.
“Good. I got you something too, but I was afraid you didn’t get me anything and would feel bad.” Miller set the plates down on the table and ran out of the room. He returned with a box he must’ve hidden somewhere in the house. He placed it on the table with exaggerated fanfare, and I was immediately curious about his gift. “Eat first,” he demanded.
Our first romantic dinner in our new house was lukewarm pizza on paper plates by candlelight. It was perfect. We wore ridiculous grins while we consumed our pizza and drank ice-cold beer. I had to admit, beer had never tasted so good.
