Page 123 of Except You

“Not so straight anymore, am I?”

“Seems you aren’t.”

I adjust the music on the stereo and look out the window at the desert landscape passing us by. Coop messaged me this morning and said that he dropped Doggo off at the boarding kennel for us and was picking up Matt for this trip, and Sem and Maggie are already in Vegas, using this excuse to have a getaway without the kids. Magnus was a little hesitant to see Matt again, but apparently Matt’s made an effort to reach out and make amends, and Magnus seems comfortable enough to be in the same room as him. I appreciate the effort on both sides. I don’t want a wedding with drama.

“You sure you don’t want to tell your parents? Or Mitch?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Matt said not to say anything so we don’t ruin our big day. We can tell them later. So, as long as Coop and Matt behave themselves we should be fine.”

I laugh. “We’ll see. They get along weirdly well.”

“That’s one word for it,” Max tells me and then reaches over and massages the back of my neck. He’s always touching me, almost as if he can’t ever get enough of me. I feel the same way. This is the only reason I’m in the car right now, entertaining this idea.

I couldn’t bear to spend the weekend away from him.

If we end up married, then so be it.

We arrive in Vegas a little after three and check into our hotel. As soon as the hotel room door shuts behind us, Max brings me in for a long kiss, pressing me against the wall and grinding up against me. I can feel how hard he is for me, how much he needs me. He wants to fuck.

I mean, so do I. I could fuck him for a lifetime and never be done with him.

“We have to meet Magnus and Sem,” I gasp, Max’s teeth grazing my neck.

But Max’s response is to just lift me off the ground and bring me to the bed.

“They can wait. I need you.”

We fall onto the mattress, him on top of me, our bodies writhing against each other. I changed my mind. I think this is a great idea, actually. I want to ride him reverse cowboy while I slide my finger up his ass. Make him come just like that. Been thinking about doing this for ages, actually.

“Hey! Beau! Max! You in there?” a loud voice calls from the other side of the door.

“Good fuck. Did you tell them what room we’re in?” Max asks, and I smile up at him.

“Might have told Coop.”

“For fuck’s sake, Bow-tie. Go away!” Max shouts and then laughs when I slap him on the chest lightly.

Coop knocks on the door again and then calls out, “We aren’t going anywhere. Stop fucking and come to the door. We have drinks for you.”

I nip at Max’s chin and then smack his ass. “We can fuck later.”

He groans and rolls off me, tucking his cock beneath the waistband of his pants.

“I’m going to murder them both,” he grumbles as I hop up and open the door. Matt and Coop are standing on the other side, each with two drinks in their hands.

Matt’s closing his eyes, and I chuckle at how ridiculous he looks.

“Don’t want to see anyone naked,” he murmurs.

“Your poor virgin eyes,” Coop says and then nudges him. “They’re decent, straight boy.”

Matt opens one eye and then the other, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Thank fuck. It’s not the gay sex stuff that weirds me out. It’s not. I just don’t want to see my brother getting railed.”

“Oh, trust me. Beau is the one getting his ass fucked,” Coop says, and I roll my eyes.

“Don’t bottom shame me, Coop. You know you’re one, too.”