“What’s that?”
“That you tell me everything from now on, no secrets.”
“Do you promise to do the same?” Scott asked.
Quintus leaned up and connected their lips, and the sweetest moan escaped his mouth. Scott knew he’d missed his mate, but he hadn’t realized how starved he been to have his kitty in his arms. Scott could hear the crowd cooing, but he ignored them—concentrating on his mate.
“How’s that for a promise?” Quintus asked against his lips.
“I love it.”
Scott finished the rest of the song, never letting go of Quintus. As they finished their set, the fireworks showed started. Quintus and Scott made their quick exit ignite their own fireworks.
* * *
Quintus’sback hit the wall as Scott devoured his mouth. Scott reached down and grabbed his thighs, lifting him off his feet.
Quintus wrapped his legs around Scott's waist. They should be talking things out, but he couldn't think about anything but having Scott inside of him. He'd been in the back of the large crowd admiring his mate as he’d mesmerized the audience on stage with his deep, sultry voice.
When Scott was on stage, it was as if he was a completely different person, at least to Quintus. During the day, he was the quiet but helpful Doctor Shelton, who wore button-up shirts with a button or two undone and neatly pressed slacks. But on stage, he was a sex demon, who went shirtless, showing off his muscled, tattooed chest and arms, and wore tight black jeans that left nothing to the imagination. His silver hair looked artfully unkempt with black eyeliner and eyeshadow rimmed around his eyes. Scott looked free on stage, as if nothing or no one could touch him. Quintus had been just as hypnotized by Scott's voice and the way his body moved on stage as the audience had been It had made him yearn for his mate.
Quintus was shocked when Scott had gotten off the stage and made his way over to him and publicly apologized to him. Call him a sap, but he’d found it incredibly romantic. Quintus wasn't sure how they had gotten to Scott's place so quickly. All he remembered was Scott finishing his song, the fireworks starting, and then they were at his mate's place.
"Missed you so much," Scott moaned, placing kisses from his lips to his neck and back to his mouth again.
"Need you," Quintus whispered.
Scott carried him to the bedroom, and they both fell into bed—Quintus still holding onto him tightly.
"Off, need to feel you," Scott whispered.
He reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pushing it up and then gasped. "When…when did you get these?" Scott looked away from Quintus's pierced nipples and up to his face.
"The day we had our fight. I know your birthday wasn't for a couple more weeks, but I got them as a present for you." When he’d had his meeting with Myra, Quintus had seen a pair of diamond-studded nipple rings and had decided to get his nipples pierced as an early birthday present to Scott.
"Fuck, I love you so much," Scott whispered while looking down at his nipples.
Quintus's eyes widened, he wasn't sure if Scott realized what he'd just said. "Do…do you mean it?"
Scott’s gaze and this, and then he reached up and cupped one of his cheeks. "I meant it. I know I haven't told you everything about me, and you’re wondering if I see you as another Alec. But you are nothing like him, and that is what I love about you. I love you, Quintus Wolfe. I love you, and no one else. Do you believe me?"
"I do," Quintus answered as tears slipped down the side of his face. "I think I'm pregnant, and I love you, too." He started crying harder.
"What did you just say?" Scott whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"I said I love you, you idiot."
"I heard that, but what was the other part?" Scott wiped his tears away and pressed their foreheads together.
Quintus cupped the base of Scott's neck. "I said...I think I'm pregnant."
"And you love me?"
"Yes,” Quintus smiled. “And I mean it. I love you, Scottland. Not only as my dominant but as the man I want to spend eternity with."
“You are my entire world, Quintus Wolfe. Thank you for trusting me with your heart.”
If Quintus was going to say anything else, Scott kissed the thoughts and words out of him.
