It wasn’t enough.
Donovan wrapped one arm around his waist and rolled until Tate was face down on the mattress. He covered the smaller man, planting his hands on the bed to hold himself up. He fucked into him, deeper than before. He tried to go slow, but it felt too good. He fucked him into the mattress, reveling in the sensations that wracked his entire body.
“Donovan … oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.”
He took that as his cue, driving into him faster, harder, deeper. He drove himself right to that mind-bending precipice.
Donovan leaned down and pressed his lips to Tate’s ear. His words came out in a rough growl. “Come for me, little boy. Come so I can fill this tight little ass.”
“Oh, fuck … yes!” Tate cried out, his ass milking Donovan’s dick as he surged headlong into ecstasy.
Tate cried out his name as Donovan exploded inside him, Tate’s ass clenching as he bucked and trembled beneath him.
***
Completely sated and gasping for air, Tatefought to catch his breath.
“It’s your turn to wash the comforter,” he told Donovan, his words slurred from exhaustion.
Donovan laughed. “Why bother? I’m just gonna make you come again in a little while.”
Did it make him a sex addict because he was hoping that was true? Tate would swear that each encounter was hotter than the last.
As happened almost every time, Donovan threw an arm over him and pulled Tate close so they were touching from knee to chest, with Donovan spooning behind him.
“Were you serious about Vegas?” Tate asked when he could string more than a couple of words together.
“Do you wanna get married in Vegas?”
Did he?“Yes,” he said confidently. “But can I talk to Reilly and get back to you?”
Although he was pretty sure Reilly had been teasing about eloping in Vegas, he needed to make sure that was the case before Tate went and made plans to do it. Plus, she would be upset if he didn’t tell her he’d finally agreed to marry Donovan. She knew the reason, but she promised not to mention anything to Donovan. She’d kept her word, but that was Reilly for you.
“Sure.” Donovan kissed him on the cheek before pulling away. “But keep in mind, if she decides she wants a double wedding in Vegas, my parents will insist on bein’ there.”
Tate rolled to his back, watching as Donovan walked toward the bathroom. The man was sin on a freaking stick. Literally, he was the hottest thing on two legs. It still shocked him to know that Donovan Jameson wanted him. No, he didn’t justwanthim, he loved him. Although Tate was having issues reconciling the timeline, he believed Donovan when he said the words. He would have to be crazy not to want to marry the guy.
“Shower with me,” Donovan called from the bathroom. “Then you can call Reilly while I make you a cherry turnover.”
His favorite.
Tate squeezed his eyes shut and smiled so wide it was a wonder his face didn’t split.
He wouldn’t be merely crazy not to marry the guy, he would be a flipping idiot.
Twelve
Monday, January 15, 2024
“You look like shit.”
Stone glared at his brother. Only ten minutes into their meal and CJ was readily passing out insults. Just like old times.
“You know what y’all can do with your opinions?”
CJ chuckled. “Who’sy’all?”
“You. Reilly. Donovan.”
