Gannett chuckles. “Sure, sure. Go with the whole bee thing. It’s alllways the damn bees, isn’t it?”
“It’s not the bees,” Colton supplies. “Dad’s a crier. It’s okay, Dad. Doesn’t make you any less of a man to cry sometimes.”
“Hell no, it doesn’t,” Wagner chimes in. “You ever watchOld Yeller?”
“Practically need to have a mop and bucket ready whenever that movie comes on,” Vickie notes.
“Hey, Taryn,” Colton calls out, standing from his seat. “Why don’t you let Morgan and I refill the buffet, man? Come sit. Eat with everyone. You’ve been busting your ass all morning. Time for a break, buddy.”
Taryn grins. “You mean that?” Morgan passes him a bowl of fruit salad and nudges him towards the table.
Colton nods, ushering Taryn into the seat he just abandoned. “I mean it. You’ve had a hell of an opening day. Come enjoythe fruits—har har—of your labor! Get it?”
Taryn quirks an eyebrow up at him. “Dad jokes already, huh?”
“You know it,” Colton notes with a bemused smirk.
As everyone around the table continues chatting, Gannett squeezes my hand again. “I love you,” he reminds me in a whisper, a smile on his lips. “I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty damned happy with how today turned out.”
“Turned out pretty good,” I agree, nodding. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you. For being my lighthouse. For giving me a family that I in no way deserve, but got nonetheless. Taryn too.”
He offers me a soft smile before tugging my face to his by my beard and kissing me. “You deserve every bit of this and more, Croot. Same goes for T-dawg.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I’m barely inside the apartment after letting Twinkie out to do his business before a shirtless Gordy has me pressed up against the door, his lips on mine. I know after the day we’ve had, he was going to be a big, tangled-up ball of emotions, but I can’t say as I’m displeased about it coming out in the form of him wanting to tear my clothes off as soon as I walk in the door. His jean-clad thigh nudges between my now naked legs as I whimper into his mouth, begging for more.
His palms come up to bracket my jaw, his thumbs tilting my chin up to angle the kiss better—to go deeper with his tongue. “Gannett,” he pants, my name whispered like a plea on my lips, “need you.”
“You have me.” I suck his bottom lip between mine. “However you want me, I’m yours.”
Grabbing me by the back of the thighs and hoisting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and curl my hands around the nape of his neck. He stalks us both into the bedroom, carrying me effortlessly, as if I don’t weigh the same as he does.
Our mouths never lose connection—our tongues don’t disentangle—until he tosses me on the mattress. I land with a bounce and smirk up at him. “Man, you weren’t kidding,” I taunt as he shucks off his pants and briefs, tossing them on the chair in the corner.
Our cuck chair, if you will.
Only, Gordy doesn’t sit on it and watch me fuck or get fucked by anyone else. No, if I’ve been especially bratty, he gets his own private porn screening of me getting myself off. Both of us know there’s no real correctional value in it, since he usually gives up watching and the only thing getting punished after that is the wall behind the headboard. Well that, aaand my prostate.
It’s all good though, I promise. Friggin’ fantastic, really. Alright, it’s downright addicting, but being regular drunk and cumdrunk are twototallydifferent things. I’m not looking to give the latter of the two up anytime soon.
Gordy grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him as he hovers over me on the bed. I was too distracted to notice that he must have crawled up my body. “Where’d you go just now?” he asks, his brows pinched with concern.
I offer him a devilish grin. “Just thinking about how you couldn’t stand to just sit back and watch me get off the other day. No, you had to go all feral and pump my insides so full of your cum that I had to wear a plug to go out and run errands, just so I wouldn’t ruin my damn boxers.”
Gordy chuckles, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “Jesus Christ, Gannett. You truly have a way with words, you know that?”
“Were you hoping for something a little more eloquent? My apologies, good sir. I became distracted with memories of you gloriously depositing your seed within my innards. Not wanting to waste a singleounce of your sweet nectar, I contained it within Georgia whilst I toiled around at the mercantile.”
Gordy laughs, truly smiling as he does. I can tell because the amusement reaches his eyes. Those beautiful, expressive, whiskey colored eyes. The only ones I will never mind getting drunk on. I will cherish every single crinkle I ever wear into the corners of the skin surrounding them, because I know just how hard he’s fought to earn them.
“Shut up and fuck me,” he murmurs, kissing his way down my neck after catching his breath.
I nudge his head back up, looking him in the eye. “Did you just say what I think you just said?”
