Gage meant more to him than anyone.
Scar had bled and killed for frivolous reasons. Never valued his own life, often times wishing for death.
Gage was the first thing he’d ever wanted to live for.
White Ravens
Gage
Gage walked back into headquarters with Scar close enough to bump his shoulder.
The villa was still fresh on his skin, the salt air, the quiet, the memory of Scar’s tongue, and his finger inside his…
“What are you thinking about over there, hmm?”
Gage smiled, wondering how many people were going to see right through him today while he tried to work.
“Okay. How are we supposed to get married when we legally don’t exist?”
Scar stopped in the middle of the hall and pulled him into his arms.
“What did couples do centuries ago? Before there were licenses and state regulations for marriage?”
Gage’s brows rose.
“Marriage was a covenant between two people, recognized by the community they lived in. They had a public ceremony…then.” Scar kissed him with heat before he whispered against the shell of his ear, “Then they consummated.”
Gage moaned quietly. “Don’t give me a hard-on right now.”
But he liked that idea. Scar was right. In biblical times, that was exactly how it was done.
Gage’s smiled. “When, where?”
“Soon.”
“Are we going on a honeymoon?” Gage pressed. “Are we even having one? Or did we just have it? Because we were alone on an island and—”
Scar closed his mouth over his to shut him up.
“You’re rushing because you wanna get in my pants.”
Gage shoved him. “That is not why.”
Scar’s mouth curved against his. “Sure it is.”
They were still laughing when the hallway filled with footsteps.
Their assistants rounded the corner as if they’d been tracking them on radar.
“Gage.”
“Scar.”
He and Scar both sighed in synch.
Play time was over.
Scar’s assistants got to him first.
