My eyes went wide. “No, Mr. Langdon. Not at all.”
He chuckled and took a sip of his wine before placing it safely on the ledge. I watched as he extended both arms over the back and tipped his head back to look at the stars.
My husband was fucking beautiful and I’d never get tired of staring at him. But he was more reserved than usual, so I let him lead most of the conversation.
“My dad used to take Matt and me camping when we were younger. We called it the boys trip so my mother wouldn’t want to come. The first time, he made a whole production out of taking us to the store to buy a tent and supplies. We had all the camping gear you could imagine.”
“Sounds fun,” I said.
Brent smiled as he went on talking. “It was. We set up our camp and went fishing. Dad taught us what poison ivy looked like so we’d know if we got into it. One trip was about learning how to build a campfire from scratch. We spent at least two hours that trip collecting rocks by the river before he taught us different ways to stack the wood to make it burn.”
I smiled imagining him teaching our kids how to do that one day.
“He was a good dad. And I’ve missed him.”
I didn’t miss the emotion in his voice. So I reached for my wineglass and moved to his side of the hot tub. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close. Brent rested his head on my shoulder.
“I know you do, sweetheart. Losing a parent, no matter what the relationship is isn’t easy. It’s something we’ll all go through. But you are not alone in this life.”
He turned his head to look at me. “I want a life with you, John. I want to go to bed and wake up with you every morning.You’ve made me realize I can let you in without being hurt. And I’m so fucking happy you didn’t give up on me.”
Shifting, I cupped the side of his face. “I’ll never give up on you, and I’ll tell you how much I love you a hundred times a day. Because I do.”
Brent brought his mouth to mine for a kiss before pulling away. He got up and climbed onto my lap as I wrapped my arms around him.
His mouth descended onto mine again as I tasted the wine on his tongue. My hands roamed over his defined body, stopping to squeeze his butt checks, but avoiding his sensitive areas.
He tipped his head back to breathe as his hips thrust against my abdomen. “Baby, I need you to open me up.”
I kissed down his neck, stopping to suck gently on his collarbone.
“I’m fine. You can fuck me. It’s your job now.”
Chuckling, I removed my hands from his ass and cupped his face. His eyes locked on mine as I swept my thumb over his bottom lip. “I accept that job, but tonight, I want to give myself to you. I want to make love with you.”
My husband pulled back and looked at me. “Really? I thought you were a top only kinda man.”
“I have been until now. And if I’m going to trust anyone with my body, it’s you. Only you.”
Brent swallowed and shook his head. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
I looked into his eyes and saw my forever. “I know, sweetheart. I trust you implicitly.”
Our lips met once again until it was time to get out. Standing, I reached for a towel and then handed it to him. Grabbing my own, I got out and then held my hand out to him. He smirked at me like I knew he would.
“Let’s go, Winston,” I called over my shoulder, then closed the doors when he was inside. He settled down on the carpet, then went back to ignoring us with his chew.
I turned to Brent and looked at him as he stroked himself. “Lay down on the bed.”
Stepping forward, I cupped his face. “You still have a concussion. So how about when you get me ready, I get on top and ride you.”
He nodded. “Yeah, you can take it as you please.”
Smiling, I kissed his lips, then crawled onto the bed as he asked.
“Bend your knees, babe.”
I complied as he found the lube I’d laid out. I expected him to make a big deal out of it, but he surprised me with his serious demeanor.
