Page 5 of Say You Will

I hugged her back, making her squeak. “I love you.”

Leah laughed and poked his belly until he released her. “Yeah, yeah, love you, too.”

“I can’t believe Dare got you to cover for me.” I walked backwards up the stairs; Leah followed. “You are literally my favorite person right now.”

“Yo!” Dare shouted. “Chopped liver here, or what?”

I doubled over, laughing. Dare loved to throw around the old Jewish quip “What am I, chopped liver?” any chance he could get. “Nope, my love, definitely not.” I swiftly kissed him then noticed he’d already packed everything away.

“Give Leah your keys. She’s promised to drop them on the porch after she closes.” Dare picked up his bags and the tablet, scooting around us to reach the stairs. Two in the office were comfortable; three made for tight company.

I promptly unclipped the keys from my belt loop and handed them over, then hugged her again. “I owe you.”

“Yes, you do,” she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Quick goodbyes were said to both Leah and Bobby, then we were out the door and into the car. I drove us home, all of five minutes away, the game still streaming on the tablet.

“It’s only the fifth inning,” Dare pointed out halfway there. “We still have time to play if you’d like.”

I slid my palm across his thigh. “I’d like.” I gripped the muscle, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Bases and strikeouts like the first time?”

Dare nodded, covering my hand with his.

“I was thinking we could add something like this for walks.” I slipped my hand out and rubbed it over his burgeoning erection. “And this for fly balls?” Cupping my hand, I squeezed his shaft, already wishing we were home and on the couch.

I had to let him go as I turned into the driveway, killed the engine, exited the car fast, and ran around to the other side where I opened the door for my love and helped him stand.

“Thank you, kind sir,” Dare teased, bussing my cheek. He sometimes refused to use my royal title, but I couldn’t blame him. Dare was still new to the whole medieval ages reenactment hobby that my brother and I loved, so I gave him a pass on proper terminology. Our group weren’t sticklers anyway.

Still, he’d given me an opening, thus I took it, canting my elbow and turning my hand over, palm up, holding his hand in a proper escort.

Dare batted his eyelashes and fanned his face. He curtseyed low, dipping his head. “Your Excellency, I am at your disposal.” The falsetto added a nice touch.

I cackled maniacally. “My pretty. Come into my home and I’ll show you how to do just that.”

Dare pretended to swoon. “Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into.”

“If I’m lucky,” I replied, deadpan, “me.”

Dare rose to his full height, all six feet of him, a lusty leer in his gaze as he yanked me into his arms. “Consider it done.” He took the next kiss to another level, hands cupping my jaw and neck, holding me in place not only for his use but also our mutual pleasure.

“Take me out to the ball game,” sang from the tablet, yanking us out of our breath-stealing lip-lock and making me laugh.

Dare caressed my cheek as he stared at me. “I’m sorry, babe, but you’re going to have to consider this game over. I’m done waiting.” He slammed the car door shut on the streaming game and pulled me towards the front door, and all I could think was Thank Fuck.

In the house, up the stairs, clothes were left wherever they fell. He pushed me onto the bed where I sprawled wantonly, my hand around my cock and stroking slowly. After three years I knew what he liked, what got him riled, what got his libido revving, and what splashed cold water on a night. I needed the desire, wanted the dominant energy I knew he could give me. Nothing stirred my lust like watching my man withdrawing the bottle of lube from our bedside table drawer then crawl across the bed to kneel between my spread legs. Tall, lean, defined muscles, a blue-eyed gaze that drew me in and never let me go. Not from the first day and, I prayed, not until the very last.

Dare shoved my hand away. “That’s mine.” He took over where I’d left off, slicked hand jacking my cock, twisting at the head, firmer pressure on the downstroke. I barely kept my eyes open to watch, his intense focus something I hated to miss.

He fumbled with the small bottle, adding more lubricant to his fingers. It was then I noticed his hands shaking. Nervous? Why? Rhetoric question because my hands were trembling, too. We needed this ultimate reconnection on this day of days. That our first date anniversary fell on April Fool’s Day didn’t make either of us foolish. Instead, I felt like the smartest guy ever for catching the eye of this most perfect man. Dare often said something similar: how lucky he was for having been asked to cover the shift, meeting me, and agreeing to go to dinner, followed by a date the next night. We were two lucky men.

That I should put a ring on it was a random thought that wasn’t quite so random anymore.

Dare pressed his fingertips to my taint then circled my entrance, removing any chance for further thought. I willed my body to relax as he superficially prepped me. I didn’t need much prep, never had, enjoying the way he would slowly open me up with his stiff cock instead of stiff fingers.

“Ace,” Dare whispered, pressing inside, a controlled slide of his body inside mine. “Love you.”

I snagged his shoulder and nape, drawing him down to where my lips could meet his. Pecking kisses, licks, and gentle bites ensued as Dare carefully rocked his hips, slowly opening me to accept him. Amid those sweet kisses were quiet moans and sighs of pleasure. We rested for a moment when he could go no further. Just the briefest of minutes before he withdrew and slammed back in.

“Fuck! Yes!” I groaned, struggling for breath with each stroke of his cock hitting me deep, his groin connecting hard with mine.

Dare braced himself with one hand, snapping his hips as he fisted my cock. We never bothered to make it last once we got this far. Foreplay was for waiting, making love was for right the fuck now. Besides, if we had enough energy, we’d switch it up later. I hoped there’d be later, but mostly I wanted to come, and Dare was doing a fine job getting me there. He used his other hand to pinch my nipples before squeezing a pec, his nails digging into my flesh, the bite of pain tipping me closer.

“No!” I shouted when he pulled out, but when he flipped me over and hauled me to my hands and knees, I cut off my protestations. A fresh swipe of lube and he was back inside me, his cock hitting deeper and faster, his grip on my shoulders tight as he jerked me onto his cock even as he punched inside.

“I’m close,” Dare growled, and damn if that deep demanding tone didn’t push me right over the edge.

I howled as I came, white-knuckling the comforter. An explosion of white and red behind my tightly closed eyelids. Dare’s grip on my shoulders strengthened as he shoved deep inside, his hips stuttering as he came with a low drawn-out groan, filling me, marking me. Animalistic as it sounds, I loved thinking it, and I knew he did too, especially with all the paranormal romance he loved to read. The fact I’d come without a hand on my cock would make him extra crazy.

I’d never had a lover like him. I never wanted another. As I collapsed to the mattress, Dare curled around me, and that not-so-random thought about making him mine forever seemed better and better.