Joker worried his bottom lip and sighed. “You know the night I ran after Chip? I said he had something in his mouth?”
Gio nodded.
“I wasn’t chasing him. He was chasing me. The stall next to the one we were at had wedding bands, and I glanced at one of the rings and suddenly got a picture of us getting married, and…well, um….”
“You panicked.”
Joker was very glad Gio wasn’t mad or disappointed. “Yeah. And then Jack showed up and we talked. The funny thing is, after thinking about it, it wasn’t the marrying you part that made me panic, but the, uh, wedding part.”
Gio blinked at him. “The wedding?”
“Yep. I thought about what Ace and Colton went through, and I won’t lie to you, baby. The idea of having to work out seating arrangements for hundreds of people and being asked to pick out colors and flowers makes me break out in hives.” He put a hand to his chest. “I’m getting heart palpitations just thinking about it, and not in a good way. I might need to lie down.”
The last thing Joker expected was for Gio to throw his arms around him and hug him tight. “I love you so damned much, Sacha Wilder.”
“You’re not upset?”
Gio pulled back and shook his head. “Of course not. Do you really think any of that means more than just having you as my husband?”
Joker blinked at him. “Really? Because you can be honest with me. We can work it out.” And he truly believed that.
Gio’s smile stole Joker’s breath away. Or maybe it was the thought of having to pick out a cake. He brushed that thought aside and leaned in to Gio’s touch, sighing at the feel of Gio’s fingers tenderly brushing his hair away from his brow and then caressing his cheek.
“Sweetheart, I promise you, whatever happens, what matters to me most is you and our family. I love you.” He leaned in to whisper, his voice husky. “I need you upstairs, in bed, under me. Right now.”
Joker swallowed hard. He nodded and stood so quickly that Chip rolled to his feet and jumped up with a bark. “Sorry, boy. Daddy’s about to get some, so you need to stay.”
“Ugh, I did not need to hear that,” Ace shouted from the kitchen.
“Then you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping!” Joker grabbed his crutches and hurried to the stairs. When they got upstairs and locked the door behind them, they tore at each other’s clothes. Gio sucked on Joker’s neck, and his knees went weak.
“Oh, fuck,” Joker growled.
“Get on the bed.”
Joker stepped back, his breath hitching as he took in all of Gio’s glorious nakedness. Damn, he was fine. He shook his head. “Youget on the bed.” He wrapped a hand around Gio’s hard, leaking cock, loving Gio’s sharp intake of breath. “Because I’m gonna ride you.Hard.”
Gio cursed under his breath, and when Joker released him, he darted over to the bed. Joker removed the lube from the nightstand drawer, then carefully climbed up, mindful of not whacking Gio with his cast or hurting himself as he straddled him. With a wicked grin, he leaned in and sucked Gio’s bottom lip into his mouth.
“Stretch my hole.”
Gio groaned and threw his head back. “Fuck.”
“Yes. Fuck. That’s exactly what you’re going to do to me.” Joker put the bottle of lube in Gio’s hand. “Let’s go, future husband. My ass is getting cold.”
Gio laughed and cupped the back of Joker’s neck, bringing him down for a scorching kiss. “I love you so damned much.”
Joker smiled against Gio’s lips. “I know.”
With a playful growl, Gio poured some lube onto his hand and did exactly what Joker asked him to, using his long fingers to stretch Joker until he was a sweaty, panting mess that couldn’t take it anymore. He moved Gio’s hand and lined Gio’s cock up with his hole, then biting his bottom lip, he slowly sank down until he was seated on Gio’s groin.
Joker hummed at how full and stretched he was. He leaned slightly forward and placed his hands on Gio’s chest, groaning when Gio grabbed hold of his asscheeks, parting them as Joker started moving.
“Oh fuck, Gio.” Joker pulled almost all the way off, then drove himself down hard. He did it again and again, his ass bouncing against Gio’s groin as he fucked himself on Gio’s cock. Those strong hands moved to Joker’s waist, and Gio planted his feet on the bed, his knees bent as he met Joker’s ass with deep, hard thrusts. “Fuck yeah, baby. Just like that.”
Gio adjusted his position, and when he punched his hips, Joker saw stars.
“Holy fuck!” Joker grabbed his own leaking cock and pumped himself, his hand matching Gio’s moves as he drove himself into Joker over and over, the sounds of their bodies smacking together music to Joker’s ears. Heat flooded through his body, his skin feeling as if it was on fire. How could he have possibly believed, even for a second, that anyone other than him belonged with Gio?
