“Don’t you need to ask the people you live with?”
I huff a laugh. “No. They knew the night I invited you to stay that you weren’t leaving. Don’t you remember what Shadow told you?”
Colson shakes his head. “Hitmen.”
Grinning, I grab his hand. “Come on, darling. It’s cold.”
“Chéri,” he says in his beautiful French accent. “That’s how you say darling.”
“Chéri.” I kiss his hand. “And how do you say ‘let’s go home’?”
He seems to think for a second, then says, “Rentrons à la maison.”
“Our home.”
His eyes soften. “Notre maison.”
I pull him close to me. “And make love.”
“Faire l’amour,” he purrs, rubbing his hands down my chest inside my coat. “Mais je veux que tu me baises.”
“Translation please?”
Colson brushes his soft lips against my jaw, leaning close to my ear. “I want you to fuck me up.”
A shiver of desire moves through me and my cock twitches in response. “I’d love to.”
We get into the car, and I don’t think I’ve ever driven so fastin my life. I want him back in my bed, wrapped around my body, my cock deep inside him.
He’s quietly talking about some of the rockers who were there tonight and their interactions. Most of them were pretty cool, it seems.
“Did the drummer make another move?”
“He asked if you were my man.”
I chuckle. “Perceptive. He noticed me when I came from the back after seeing you.” I glance at him. “What did you tell him?”
“I told him…” He pauses, exhaling slowly. “I told him you were the only man in the world.”
I lift his hand to my lips, brushing them over his soft skin. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
“Same.” He smiles. “But I’ll take it.”
“Me too, babe.”
When I finally pull into the driveway at the house, my dick is so hard my pants feel too tight. Colson exits the car and I hurry around to sweep him off his feet, holding him bridal style in my arms. He laughs softly, draping his arms around my neck.
“I know it won’t always be like this. We’re in the honeymoon stage. But I want you to know I love it,” he says.
“We don’t have to let it go. It takes more effort, but you’re worth it. We’re worth it.”
He searches my eyes before he gently nods. “We are.”
Ignoring the few guys who are still up, I walk with purpose past the rec room and up the stairs to my bedroom, hearing a few friendly whoops behind us.
In my room, I set Colson down and shake off my coat before colliding with him and smashing my mouth to his. He grunts softly as we make out and tear each other’s clothes off at the same time. My mind is racing with all the things I want to do to him, and I have to remember that I have all the time I need.
I walk us backward to the bed and lay him down gently, but he has other ideas. He flips over, motioning for me to lie downtoo. When I do, he straddles me, rubbing our cocks together, his hair falling like a blanket around him.
