by Megan Slayer
Remy ripped his mouth free and groaned. Bobby snatched the opportunity to shove Remy’s T-shirt up over his head.
“You are so sexy,” Bobby said. “Fucking adorable.”
“I’ve got a great running partner to keep me in shape.” He raked his fingers down Bobby’s chest.
“It shows.” Bobby dropped to his knees and opened Remy’s shorts. Remy’s dick stretched out before him and he licked his lips. “No underwear? Since when?” He chuckled and brushed the tip of Remy’s shaft over his mouth. Seeing his lover commando kicked his desire up a notch. Remy prided himself on his modesty, but Bobby liked the secret wild side. “I love this.”
“I took ’em off once the kids left. I wanted to surprise you.” Remy sucked in a ragged breath. “Like it?”
“I’m surprised.” He trailed his tongue along Remy’s shaft. He loved when Remy groaned and arched his back during a blowjob.
Remy palmed Bobby’s head and massaged his scalp. “You could let me suck you off for a change.”
“You will—in the morning.” He plunged his mouth onto Remy’s cock. The taste of Remy exploded on his tongue. The man tasted so good and soothed Bobby’s soul.
“Bobby,” Remy bit out.
Bobby pulled out, then sucked Remy all of the way back in again. He bobbed his head. Being in control of Remy and his pleasure thrilled Bobby. The saucy reporter made him happy and completed his family. Besides, Remy flourished when Bobby directed him. He shoved Remy’s pants down his thighs until the garment plopped softly at Remy’s feet. Bobby abandoned Remy’s cock only to suck on one of Remy’s balls. At the same time, he stroked Remy’s shaft.
“Jesus,” Remy said. “You’re dangerous.”
“How?” he asked between licks. The hairs on Remy’s sac tickled Bobby’s nose.
“I’m going to fall over the railing. My knees are weak.” He gripped Bobby’s head. “You know it and keep pushing me.”
He didn’t want his lover to get hurt. That wasn’t his point. He wanted to nudge Remy closer to coming apart instead.
“Bobby. I’m close.” Remy tipped his head back. “Do you know what you do to me?”
“I do.” He bobbed his head again and flicked his tongue around Remy’s shaft. He’d been saying the words ‘I do’ an awful lot lately. That and the word ‘love’. He hadn’t gotten around to buying a ring just yet. He probably should and make Remy an honest man already. He buried his nose in Remy’s pubic hair and hummed. The man was a teddy bear, but hard as steel and so addictive.
Remy tensed. “Bobby. Fuck. You get me right to the edge, then change it up.”
That was the point. He slid his fingers around the back of Remy’s balls to his asshole. Remy’s sharp intake of breath signaled to Bobby that he was close to climax. Remy tensed and dug his fingernails into Bobby’s scalp.
“Relax, babe,” Bobby reminded. “You’ll blow a gasket.”
“So close.” Remy trembled. “Like right there.”
He tapped Remy’s hole and toyed with the puckered skin. Remy rolled his hips, jamming his dick into Bobby’s mouth.
Bobby didn’t pull back. He wanted Remy raw. He swallowed Remy’s cock to the back of his throat and hummed again. He eased his index finger into Remy’s hole. Come for me. Come apart.
Remy trembled. His knees shook and he curled forward. He rammed Bobby’s mouth. “Oh Jesus,” Remy shouted.
Cum spurted down Bobby’s throat and he swallowed everything greedily. He continued to bob his head as Remy climaxed. Once Remy had sagged against the railing again, Bobby cleaned him up.
Remy let go of Bobby’s head and wobbled. He widened his stance. “Damn. You know how to wring me out. I was supposed to be sucking you off,” he puffed.
“I know.” Bobby sat back on his heels. “Lean over the picnic table.” He wanted way too much from Remy right now—including his cock deep in Remy’s ass.
“Bobby.” Remy kicked out of his shorts and managed to cross the deck. He stretched out on the table and wriggled his ass. He exhaled and spread his legs. His dick pointed toward the floor of the deck. He grabbed his ass cheeks. “Fuck me.”
“Uh-huh.” Good thing he’d stashed lube just inside the door. Bobby retrieved the bottle. He thanked God they weren’t using rubbers any longer. He wouldn’t have been able to put the damn thing on. He dribbled lube on his fingers. Excitement and giddiness filled his brain. Every time he fucked Remy was intoxicating. He stepped up behind Remy and eased his first and middle fingers into Remy’s hole.
Remy rewarded him with a grunt then a moan. He relaxed beneath Bobby. “More,” Remy begged. He rocked backward and pushed Bobby’s digits deep into his ass.
“You do want me.” He twisted his fingers, then pumped. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Bobby.” Remy grasped the edge of the table. “Harder.”
“You’re demanding.” Bobby eased his digits from Remy, then lined his dick up with Remy’s ass. He added more lube before he pushed inside. He filled Remy to the brim and paused. Being in his lover was so good and perfect. Power radiated in his veins. He started to move and punctuated each thrust into Remy with a swat.
“Jesus, yes.” Remy arched his back again. Red blossomed on his pale skin. He met Bobby thrust for thrust. He writhed and clawed beneath Bobby. Sweat slicked down his back.
Each whimper turned Bobby’s senses inside out. He sizzled from within. The orgasm was so close. He spanked Remy harder.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Remy murmured. “More.”
He loved giving Remy the painful pleasure he demanded. “Remy.” Bobby stopped spanking him and focused on thrusting. His thoughts blurred and he embraced the heat swirling within him. He moved with abandon. “Come with me,” Bobby said. “Come for me.”
“Already there.” Remy tensed under him and held the edge of the table in his white-knuckled grip.
Bobby slammed deep into Remy’s ass and emptied his load. He shivered and slumped over Remy while adding a few more thrusts as the orgasm washed through him.
“Oh my God.” Remy groaned again. “Wow.”
“You say that every time.” Bobby kissed Remy’s shoulder and held onto his lover. “I can’t be that good.”
“Yeah, you are and you know it.” Remy sighed. “Every time.”
“It’s you. I want to please you.” He kissed Remy’s back, then stood tall. The salty taste of Remy’s perspiration lingered on his lips. He eased out of Remy’s ass and winced. Remy’s skin was so red.
“I’m not going to be able to sit later.” Remy stood and stretched. His nipples were still hard, and cum slid down his thigh.
Bobby marveled at the way his lover looked. Disheveled worked for Remy. He’d already fucked Remy, but the urge returned. He could make love to the man forever and not get tired of him.
“What?” Remy grasped his shirt and wiped the cum from his leg. “You look like you’re a hundred miles away.”
“I’m drinking in the image of my hot boyfriend.” He wound his arms around Remy. “Love you.”
“Good thing.” Remy snatched a towel from the bin and offered it to Bobby. “You should probably cover up. I saw headlights. If Chris is home, he’ll come out here looking for you.”
Bobby draped the towel around his hips. “You mean us?” He grasped the pile of clothes from the deck floor. “They consider you their father too.”
“I’m still getting used to that.” Remy covered himself and nudged Bobby toward the door. “I wouldn’t change a thing, but it’s hard to get used to.”
“You belong here with us.” He couldn’t imagine a future without Remy.
“I hear voices. We need to get dressed.” Remy hurried up the back staircase to their bedroom.
Bobby followed, and once in the bedroom, he tossed the soiled towels and clothes into the hamper. He stepped into a fresh pair of boxers and sleep pants as well as a T-shirt. Remy yanked on boxer briefs and jogging pants. He unfolded a shirt emblazoned with the words CEDARWOOD T
RIBUNE across the chest.
Bobby grinned. His boyfriend looked hot nude, but he wore the outfit well.
“Dad? Rem?” Chris called. “I know you’re home. I saw the wine out.”
“Wonderful,” Bobby muttered. “We have one bottle of wine…”
“We left lights on too,” Remy replied. “We’ll be there in a moment.”
“At least you didn’t say coming.” Bobby kissed Remy once more, then headed down the main staircase first. When he rounded the corner, Chris, Jenna, Jayce and Kell stood in the living room.
“Hi. Wow. Everyone.” He was glad Remy had convinced him to get dressed. “What’s up? Bad date?”
“We didn’t believe you were home,” Kell said. “Had to make sure.” He shook hands with Bobby then Remy.
“We were upstairs.” Bobby nodded. “I appreciate that you checked.”
“Can’t be too careful.” Jayce winked. “The kids were fine, and Chris is home safe. The movie wasn’t that great, but what do you expect? We all had fun, so it was worth it.”
Home safe? Bobby hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sleep pants. “Was there a problem?” He’d thought the crap with the Coalition had more or less died down.
“Nope.” Jayce strolled up to Bobby. “We came inside just because. That and it drives our children crazy.”
“Definitely.” He eased his arm around Remy’s waist. “Lord knows they put us through enough.”
“Exactly.” She held hands with Kell. “We’ve embarrassed our children enough.” She hugged Jenna. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah, Mom.” Jenna blushed. She smiled. “I’ll text you,” she said to Chris then ducked out of the room.
“Just a minute.” Chris hurried after her.
“Teens.” Jayce shook her head. “Once they’re done kissing, we’ll be out of here. I’m glad things are working out.”
“We are too.” Bobby let go of Remy and opened the door. “Thanks. Next time we’ll go along.”
“Deal.” Kell shook hands with both Remy and Bobby. “Have a great night.”
Chris waited on the porch. “Thank you, sir. Goodnight.”
“You’ve raised a very sweet boy,” Jayce said. She escorted Jenna down the stairs.
“Be safe,” Bobby called. He waved and waited with Chris and Remy until Jenna and her parents had backed down the driveway.
“Dad.” Chris groaned. “You’re such a parent.”
“Are you embarrassed?” Bobby held the door for his son and Remy. “I could’ve been worse.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “I’m used to it.”
“You know the drill.” Bobby hugged Chris. “I’m glad you had fun. See you in the morning.”
“Thanks. Night, Dad.” Chris grinned at Remy. “Night.” He leaned in close to Remy and whispered something. Both looked at Bobby then blushed.
Bobby hooked his fingers in the waistband of his sleep pants again and considered the pair. They’re already conspiring? Bad because he wasn’t in on the dealings, but good because Chris trusted Remy.
Remy nodded and clapped Chris on the shoulder. “Night, kid.”
Bobby waited until Chris disappeared up the steps before he spoke. He locked the front door and switched off the main living room light. “Keeping secrets with my kids?”
“The good kind.” Remy paused. “I’ll do this again tomorrow when the kids and Julia are here, but I’d like to know the answer in case it’s not…so I don’t embarrass myself.” He disengaged from him and dropped to one knee. “I don’t have a ring, but you’ve got my heart. I’m not a kid person—I’m this family’s person. I love you and Chris and Darcy so much. I can’t see my life without the three of you. Will you marry me so we can be a complete family?”
Like I can tell Remy no? Bobby nodded. Tears pricked behind his eyes. “I’d be honored.” He helped Remy to his feet and captured him in a kiss. He gathered Remy in his arms. “I can’t imagine being without you either. I love you, Remy Nicholas.”
“I was so worried and scared you’d say no.” Remy kissed him again. “Well, tomorrow during dinner, act surprised.”
“I will.” He curled his fingers under Remy’s chin. “Why’d you think I’d say no?”
“Moving in together was a big step, just like going bare, but we can take those back. You know? But you can’t go back from marriage. Or at least I can’t. I’m a one-and-done kind of guy.”
“I’m glad. I’m the same way.” Bobby brushed his lips across Remy’s. “I don’t want to marry anyone else.”
“You’re my man.” Remy slipped his hands under the band of Bobby’s sleep pants.
“My soon-to-be husband,” Bobby corrected. He held Remy and swayed with him. He’d thought coming back to Cedarwood would be the worst decision, but it had turned out to be the best. The kids were happy and flourishing. His business had stabilized and grown. Remy was vital at the paper and in their lives. The Coalition were still around but not as vicious. Besides, he, Remy and a lot of other people had found the gumption to stand their ground against the naysayers.
He breathed in the scent of Remy’s cologne. He’d found more than his heart when he’d met Remy. He’d found his soul mate, and now he’d never let Remy go.
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Cedarwood Pride: Doc Cedarwood
Megan Slayer
Excerpt
“My name is Aiden and I’m not a parent.” Aiden stood in front of the support group and laced his fingers together. “I’m the not-so-rare breed called the child of gay parents. I grew up well-adjusted and happy. If my father, Keye, hadn’t died, we’d still be a happy family. My other father, Len, decided not to seek out another partner after Keye’s passing five years ago. Last year, he decided to try again with a man named Ross. Anyway, I knew I was loved, cared for, I had boundaries, and if I screwed up, my dads and Keye loved me enough to punish me.” He swept his gaze around the room. Meeting at the hospital wasn’t the norm for the group, but he couldn’t complain. They’d been able to come to him and he appreciated the gesture.
Colin Baker stepped up beside Aiden. “He’s leaving out the best part.” He grinned. “Aiden grew up big, strong and to become a doctor.”
“Well, there is that.” The tips of his ears burned. He wasn’t embarrassed to admit his profession. Being a doctor was in his blood. Sure, he had a good job, but he wasn’t much different from anyone else. “I’m here at the hospital and I’ve put my work number on the business cards in case you or your children have questions. I’ve been in their shoes and know a lot of how they feel.”
He flexed his fingers and waited for questions, but none came. Some of the group members left their chairs and others turned to chat with those around them. He eased away from the people and made his way to the door. His phone hadn’t buzzed—good thing. According to the schedule, he was off for the next twenty-four hours, but that didn’t mean much. If the emergency room staff numbers weren’t up to regulations, he’d be called in until he maxed out his allowed hours. He’d racked up so much overtime that if he were hourly, not salary, the hospital would go broke.
“Good turnout tonight, especially since we scheduled it for a Thursday.” Colin straightened the pamphlets on the table, then arranged the various cards. “It’s not one of our usual chatty meetings, but the others will be happy to have another resource in you. The kids need to know they aren’t alone and can succeed.”
“Gage is doing just fine and I guarantee he knows he’s not alone,” Aiden said. “I’ve seen his artwork in the children’s ward. I’m glad the school teamed up with the hospital to do that for the pediatrics. It’s awesome and boosts our morale, too.”
“He’ll be thrilled.” Colin stuffed his hands into his pockets. “You’re going to be at the wedding, right?”
“I am.” How could he forget the wedding of Farin Baker and Steve Moore? He’d only known Farin since the seventh grade. Everyone in the gay community seemed to
be invited to the ceremony. He wished he had a date. Going alone would suck and he despised hook-ups at such events.
“I’m ready to rip out my hair. I never realized how picky my baby brother can be,” Colin said. “If it’s not the flowers or lack thereof, it’s the music or the events at the reception. He’s got the whole damn thing organized. There’s a time for dancing and one for sitting and being quiet. Who’s quiet at a wedding reception?”
“The brother of the groom. It’s Farin’s day—well, his and Steve’s. Let them do it how they want.” Not that he knew anything about weddings. He’d never been married and his last relationship had lasted a whole three years. Other guys loved being with a doctor and the paycheck he received, but hated his hours and how much time he was expected to spend away from them. Maybe I’m dating the wrong men.
“I keep telling myself that. Jordan tells me the same thing, but I still want to clobber Farin when he goes Groomzilla on us. I wasn’t this bad when I married Jordan—at least I don’t think so. We walked, we stood, we said I do, then had one hell of a party at the house.” Colin shook his head. “I just wouldn’t have thought he’d be…like this.”
“It’ll be over in two days. You’ll live.” Aiden clapped Colin on the shoulder. “Speaking of days, I have exactly one day off before I’m expected back at the hospital. I’m on for an eight-hour shift on Saturday, so if I’m running late, that’s why.”
“We’ll keep an eye out. Thanks for the heads-up and thanks for talking to the group. Have a good night.” Colin winked, then strode away.
Aiden grabbed his jacket from the coat rack. The weight of a twenty-four-hour shift had gotten to him. He wanted to go home but wondered if he’d make it. As he navigated through the halls of the hospital, he waved at a couple of the nurses and, in the foyer, nodded to the elderly woman behind the main counter. The moment he stepped into the chilly October air, he blinked and dragged a long breath into his lungs. Nothing worked to wake him up like crisp fall evenings. Well, nothing like those and a good blow job in the morning, but he wasn’t likely to get one. He’d need a boyfriend first. He’d worry about his lack of a partner later. Right now, he wanted to go home, slip into a warm bath or hot shower and collapse for twelve hours straight. Maybe he would meet someone at the wedding or reception.