“Can we take Reilly and Brady with us to Vegas?”
Donovan could tell he was teasing but answered with a heartfelt “Yes.”
Tate laughed. “She really would be pissed.”
“Knowin’ Reilly, she’ll finagle a double wedding so the two of you can share the same anniversary,” Donovan told him.
“She would.”
Donovan cupped his face, still holding his gaze. “I don’t need a wedding, either. But there is one thing I want.”
Tate’s eyebrows lifted. “Anything.”
“I want you to take my name.”
Donovan gave Tate a moment for that to sink in before he explained. No, it wasn’t common for same-sex couples to take one name or the other. Some hyphenated, others merely kept their own. But Donovan didn’t care what other people did. He wanted what he wanted, and this was important to him.
“You’ve been an honorary member of our family for as long as either of us can remember. Let’s make it official.”
This time, tears formed, and he worried he’d overstepped. But then Tate lurched forward, crushing his mouth to Donovan’s.
“Yes,” Tate whispered against his lips.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Donovan’s entire chest expanded, and suddenly, the room seemed brighter and the air fresher.
“Really?”
Tate nodded. “I love you.”
“Jesus,” he rasped and pulled Tate into him, holding him tight as he kissed him hard and deep. They were both panting hard by the time they pulled apart, and the temperature was soaring, not entirely because of the steam.
“Anything else you only pretend to like?”
Tate shook his head.
“So youdolike havin’ my cock inside you?”
Tate’s lips parted in a silent sigh, his eyes glassy. “Definitely.”
Thank God for that because Donovan couldn’t spend another minute without being buried balls deep inside this man.
“Fuckin’ you deep and slow?”
Tate nodded.
“Prove it.” Donovan grabbed the bottle of lube he’d brought with him. He placed it in Tate’s hand. There was a desperation to his movements, although he was attempting to rein himself in. He wanted to be inside this man. He wanted to be joined as one so Tate could feel everything Donovan was feeling.
Tate continued to hold his stare as he opened the bottle and poured the liquid into his hand. He used both hands to slick Donovan’s cock, going slow, his eyes still glistening. The moment certainly hadn’t passed, but Donovan wanted to be one with him. And he couldn’t wait another second.
“Do you prefer bein’ on me or under me?” Donovan asked, simply because he liked knowing Tate’s preferences.
“Both.”
Donovan smiled. “Good answer.”
