“I planned for days! You just vomit sweet shit. It’s unfair.”
It’s difficult not to smile as I lift his face to mine. “At the risk of earning more of your irritation, seriously, the only thing that matters is us. Wherever that is. Okay? We don’t need to spend $40,000. We don’t need to spend $10,000. Or we can spend $200,000. I don’t care. You and me—that’s the most important thing about our wedding day.”
The woman chooses that moment to walk into the room as we’re staring into each other’s eyes while my words hang in the air.
“Sorry,” she apologizes. “I can give you another minute.”
“No,” Keno says, not looking away. “We’ll book now. It’s perfect.”
I smile and place a soft kiss on his lips.
CHAPTER 18
KENO
We’re lying in bed,naked and hard. Over the last week, we’ve gotten very good at handies. Sometimes we see how quickly we can get the other off. Sometimes we see how long we can draw it out.
It’s a lot of fun. I think one of my favorite things about messing around with my best friend is how we can laugh. Sex is good. We all know that. Even bad sex can end in an orgasm. But sex with Etna is fun.
We know what’s on the agenda today, though, and that’s probably why we’re just laying here hard. Today we graduate from hands to mouths. Time for our first blowies. My stomach flutters nervously and I’m willing to bet Etna’s is, too.
I know he knows that’s what’s on the calendar today. Not that wehave todo what’s there. As he keeps telling me—this is a guideline. A suggestion. We’re not in a hurry. If we’re not ready for the next thing, then we’re not ready and that’s fine.
I’m confident we both know we’re ready.
Etna rolls onto his side and then climbs on top of me. Being naked together is still really new and definitely a little intimidating. Because of that, we’ve been trying to spend a little more time naked and touching each other.
Not to force ourselves, but to use familiarity to ease us into comfort. Still, it’s not often that he climbs on top of me when we’re naked.
And hard. Just looking at him, knowing what we’re doing today, has me struggling to take a full breath.
“You ready?” Etna asks.
“Are you?”
“Maybe,” he admits. His honesty always helps to relax me. I’m glad that I’m not the only one who’s nervous.
Etna leans down and kisses me. It’s slow and lingers. Nothing deep or sexy or seducing. Just… sweet. Like he is.
Then he moves down my body. His kisses on my neck and chest are a little awkward as he moves toward my dick. He’s kissed my chest before, so I know it has nothing to do with that.
“You know,” he says when his face is hovering over my cock. “I can honestly say I never thought I’d put one of these in my mouth.”
I snort, but my body erupts in chills when his breath puffs over my cock as he speaks.
Etna touches my cock, something he’s done many times now, and stands it up. His eyes move to mine and he gives me a dubious look. “This isn’t going to fit in my mouth.”
“Ohmygod, stop. I’m not that big.”
“I’ll give it to you on the length. I think you’re still a cockhead longer than me, but fuck, Keno. You’re as thick as my leg. And I have thick fucking legs.”
My cheeks heat. It’s one thing to hear a girl comment on the size of my junk, but another guy and that guy being Etna? Yeah.
“You have a big enough mouth to put your foot in it regularly,” I deadpan.
He snorts. “Hardly.”
Rolling my eyes, I shove him away until we’ve swapped positions. “You’re entirely ridiculous. You know that? I’mnotthat big.”
