Page 107 of The Silencer
“We are. I am so excited!” My eyes swivel down to his bright shoes and pants, a colorful rainbow in the sea of gloom that is his husband.
“How thrilling,” I say, and Tatum giggles.
“I’m sorry to laugh,” he says. “But I can’t imagine your husband at Disneyland.”
“I know. He’s so grumpy about it. Threatened to murder the gate attendants and Mr. Disney himself, but I told him absolutely not. No way is he doing that. Besides, Walt died a long time ago. He’s not a time traveler.”
Sebastian grumbles under his breath and takes a long sip of his tea. “The things I do for you.”
Matty grins up at him and presses a kiss to his cheek. “The things you do to me.”
Sebastian growls lowly as I pull Tatum onto my lap at the table just as Agatha sets two plates before us. Eggs, bacon, and a waffle.
Tatum groans when he sees it and digs in, gulping it down as if he hasn’t been fed in a month.
“Sorry, Anthony wore me out last night,” he explains around a mouthful of food.
Matty blushes. “I know how it is.”
I sip at my coffee and listen as Matty and Tatum chatter on about Disneyland and the rides they’re going on. Sebastian has reserved a few nights at the Disneyland hotel, to enjoy not only the parks but the cities around it.
“I’ve always wanted to explore California. And it’s so big,” Matty says, and I eye Sebastian, who meets my stare with an arched eyebrow.
“It is. It’s bigger than most people think,” Tatum agrees as he shifts on my legs. His ass must be sore, and yet he doesn’t move from my lap. Perhaps I didn’t fuck him hard enough. Perhaps next time I should let loose completely.
“You should definitely do a trip up north as well,” Tatum adds. “There’s so much to see. Napa, Sanoma, San Francisco…”
“Oh, we will. We may extend our stay and make a month out of it.”
“If Sebastian survives Disneyland, that is,” I say, and Sebastian’s mouth moves into a frown.
“If I could die, I would attempt it.”
Matty rolls his eyes and nudges his husband. “Honestly, you are ridiculous.”
Tatum snorts and then scrapes at his plate, licking his fork before setting it down and leaning back against me, patting at his stomach.
“Wow, that was really good,” he says. “I could nap after that, Agatha.”
She waves him off with a tut, continuing to work. That woman never stops. I should give her a raise, or a vacation. Not that she’d take it. She’s a machine.
“You slept plenty last night,” I murmur into Tatum’s ear and slide my hand up his shirt. His skin is warm and soft, his heart thrumming perfectly beneath my palm.
“I have it documented.”
“You took pictures while I slept?”
“Mhm.”
My hands skim over his puckered nipples, plucking at them lightly. I can’t stop touching him.
“What do you have planned today?” Matty asks us, and before Tatum can open his mouth to answer, I chime in.
“I plan on fucking him a few more times.”
Tatum’s mouth falls open and his skin blossoms into a pretty pink.
“Oh my god, Anthony.”