Tate looked at all the papers and then nodded. He dropped his head against my shoulder and I leaned back against the headboard, taking him with me. I would never tire of feeling his weight against my chest or the way his fingers would automatically slip under the collar of my shirt and seek out the tattoo on my skin…his tattoo. Or the brief caress he’d give the ring I still wore around my neck…the ring the first love of my life had given to me so many years ago.
After I’d proposed to Tate, I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about me still wearing the wedding ring Revay had slipped on my finger so long ago. I’d tried taking the ring off after that, ignoring the bone-deep pain that had filtered through me as I’d put it in a small box and stashed it in one of the dresser drawers of the hotel we were living in at the time. But that night as I’d started making love to Tate, he’d asked me what had happened to it. When I’d told him I’d taken it off, he hadn’t said a word – not one single word. He’d merely climbed out of bed, walked over to the dresser and searched first the top of it where we often left our keys and wallets and then finally the drawers until he’d found it. I’d been too overwhelmed to speak and when he’d crawled back into bed with it and carefully put the chain the ring was on back around my neck, I’d cried. He’d whispered that Revay would always belong with us and then he’d held me until I’d fallen asleep.
I hadn’t even considered taking the ring off after that.
“I still can’t believe all this is real,” Tate murmured as I let my fingers trail up and down his spine.
“Me either,” I admitted. “I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and I’ll be back at the ranch listening to you drive away in your rental car.”
Even the brief memory of nearly losing Tate forever had a chill racing through me.
“That was one of the worst days of my life,” Tate said softly and I felt his fingertips press into my side as if preparing to stop me from escaping him.
I was prevented from saying anything else when I heard Matty call out, “Daddy, Papa!” and I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Neither Tate nor I moved since Matty was used to seeing us embracing and sure enough, when he came to a stop in the doorway, he looked at Leo who stopped next to him and then said, “Told you.”
Leo nodded. “My daddies kiss a lot too.” Leo shook his head dramatically and I heard Tate chuckle.
“What’s up guys?” I asked as I released Tate from my grip and we both straightened to an upright position on the bed. Matty walked across the room and climbed onto the bed. Leo followed behind and didn’t hesitate to crawl up after Matty.
“Can we go get our Christmas tree now?” Matty asked, forcing an unnatural pout to his lip that made it hard for me to keep my expression neutral. I knew I would live for days like these where Matty behaved like every other little kid.
“We were going to go this weekend, buddy,” Tate reminded him. Matty’s face fell even further into a hang dog look and then he crawled between us until I was forced to move over to give him room. He snuggled up against Tate and gave him the worst sad eyes I’d ever seen.
“Please, Daddy?”
I would have smiled, but I was too busy shifting even more when Leo followed and pressed up against Matty to add his own hang dog look. And then Storm was hopping up and down next to the bed to get in on the action, but she wasn’t quite big enough to actually jump on it. I gave in and reached down to grab her and pulled her up onto my lap. But she bypassed me and settled right on Tate’s lap and stared at him with her big brown eyes.
Tate laughed and shook his head and then looked at me. “I’ve got nothing,” he said ruefully.
“Yeah, you never had a chance.” To the boys I said, “Okay, let’s go. Matty go get your shoes and jacket. Leo, pants…and leave them on, okay?” I said as I motioned to Leo’s clothes on the foot of the bed. “I’ll call your dads and see if they want to go.”
“Yay!” Matty shouted and then he carefully got off the bed. He was still weak as he recovered from his final chemo treatment, but other than slowing him down a bit, he was starting to act more and more like every other little kid. By the time the kids and dog were gone, Tate’s papers were all over the bed and floor.
“Leave them,” I said when he started to reach for them. “We’ll get them later. Let’s go take our son Christmas tree shopping.”
Tate smiled and then leaned over to kiss me heatedly. His tongue stroked over mine and I felt his hand graze my cock through my pants. When he finally pulled back, I tried to follow, but he put his hand on my chest and whispered against my lips, “Consider that a preview of what’s to come.” His mouth brushed over mine in a feather-light kiss and then he was climbing off the bed.
“Tease,” I muttered as I adjusted myself to try to somehow make more room in my pants.
Tate laughed and then came around to my side of the bed. “You love it,” he said with a smile and then his face grew serious as he reached out to caress my cheek.
“Yeah I do,” I responded quietly as I held his hand against my skin.
No other words needed to be said. We held each other’s gazes for a moment before I took Tate’s hand in mine and climbed off the bed. I managed to remember to grab Leo’s pants and jacket since he’d managed to forget them and then I followed Tate out of the room and towards the sound of our son’s laughter.
Chapter 3
Mav
“Yes,”Eli whispered as his inner muscles tightened on my cock. “Right there.”
A sigh escaped his lips as I slowly pulled my dick almost all the way out of him before sliding back in, making sure to nail his prostate just so as I did. He arched up as sensation flooded through him and I felt his fingers digging into my arms where he was holding onto me. His legs were wrapped around me, his heels digging into my ass as he tried to force me deeper inside of him.
But I was as deep as I could go.
I kissed him languidly as I held myself still inside of him, despite the way his body pulsed around my shaft. He was definitely close. Which wasn’t a surprise considering I’d been fucking him for at least an hour without letting him come. Every time he’d come close, I’d pulled out of him and kissed and licked my way all over his body until his passion had cooled and then I’d slid back into him and fucked him slowly.
I could tell he both hated and loved my sensual torture.
