Ace pointed behind them, and they turned to see Chip with his left paw up as he hopped across the room. Then he flopped to the floor and rolled over, paws up.
“Are you sassing me?” Sacha turned back to Ace. “You put him up to this.”
“I did not. But I kinda wish I had. There was more flailing when you did it, though.”
“I’m gonna murder you!”
“Okay. You leave me no choice,” Gio said, lifting Sacha to carry him over his shoulder.
Sacha gasped. “What are you doing? Don’t use your fine body against me. Put me down!”
“I think he needs a nap,” Ace whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Colton, I hope his insurance policy is up to date because I’m about to murder your husband. Leo, find me the perfect place to hide the body. Fitz, get the shovels. Mason, keep the law away. Chip, do something!”
Glancing over his shoulder, the only thing Chip did was drown Ace in doggy kisses. Gio told Chip and Cookie to stay with Uncle Colton. Gio had plans for his grumpy, half-naked sweetheart. It was still early. Not even lunchtime. Though it would explain why Sacha had been getting dressed. Where exactly had he been going?
“Everyone’s against me,” Sacha grumbled as Gio carried him upstairs. When they reached the bedroom, he put Sacha on his feet and closed the door behind them. He locked it and turned, holding back a smile at his pouty boyfriend. Gio couldn’t take it.
“Come here.” He slid his arms around Sacha and pulled him close. “Why are you so damned cute?”
Sacha narrowed his eyes at him. “I’m sorry, what did you call me?”
“Gorgeous? Beautiful? Stunning?”
“Better.” Sacha wrinkled his nose. “I’llthinkabout forgiving you. No promises. You sided with the annoying one.”
It took a lot for Gio not to laugh. “I’m sorry.” He lowered his head and kissed Sacha, cupping the back of his head. Damn, but he tasted good. Gio couldn’t seem to get enough of him. “Why don’t you get into bed and rest.”
“I rested last night and most of today. I’m rested out.”
It was not a surprise that Sacha had gotten over resting in bed in such a short amount of time. Most people would appreciate getting to relax and have someone take care of them. Not Sacha. When he was sick or injured, he took it as an insult to his very being. Much of the time, he refused even to believe he was ill. The idea that a common cold could defeat him was laughable. In this instance, Gio needed his sweetheart to rest and stay off his leg.
“What if I help you relax?”
Sacha sighed. “I can’t get on my knees.”
The words made Gio groan. There was something about seeing Sacha on his knees that made Gio painfully hard. He carefully walked Sacha back to the bed, his mouth on the soft skin of Sacha’s neck. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice low. “What can I do for you? Or better yet,toyou.”
Sacha lifted his face and nipped at Gio’s chin. He turned and bent over the side of the bed, his legs spread. The black boxer briefs stretched over his beautifully rounded ass like a second skin.
The look Sacha gave Gio over his shoulder was sinful, sending a shiver through Gio and making him groan. There was nothing more erotic than Sacha submitting to him.
Gio stepped in between Sacha’s legs and brushed his fingers down his spine, loving the way Sacha moaned. Sacha was beautiful, from his athletic dancer’s body— shoulders tapering to a slender waist and defined muscles beneath smooth fair skin—to his fierce, loyal, and passionate heart. This was a man who had spent his life raging some kind of war and had only recently found his peace, and Gio was blessed to have been a part of that.
Opening the nightstand drawer, Gio removed the bottle of lube. He tossed it onto the bed and then helped Sacha remove his boxer briefs, flinging them to one side. Getting down on his knees, Gio spread Sacha’s legs and ran his hands up his thighs to his ass. He spread his cheeks and used his tongue to have his incredible man writhing and trembling with need. Gio cherished this man, loved him deep to his core, and he needed Sacha to know it each and every time Gio made love to him.
“Oh, fuck. Baby, please.” Sacha arched his back, his fingers flexing as he grabbed fistfuls of the blanket. He dropped his brow onto the mattress, his breath panting.
As much as Gio wanted to continue tasting Sacha and driving him wild with his tongue, he was more desperate to be inside his gorgeous ass. Gio lubed his fingers and leaned over Sacha, his chest pressed to Sacha’s back. The fact Gio was still dressed was not lost on Sacha, and he let out a low, deep moan. His man did not like to feel vulnerable, except when he was naked under Gio. Then he gave himself over completely.
Gio pushed one finger inside Sacha, groaning at Sacha’s sharp intake of breath. As much as he wanted to take his time, he wanted to be inside Sacha, so he quickly but carefully prepped him, first with one finger, then two, until it looked like Sacha might come apart.
“Fuck, Gio. Come on. I need you….”
Gio nipped at Sacha’s ear. “I love that you need me.”
“Always,” Sacha murmured, breathless. “You…you mean the world to me, Giovanni.”
