Tears burned the backs of Army’s eyes. He got it. In some freak series of events, they’d found each other. Army couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to lose me. I think it’s more likely I’d lose me before I could endure losing you.” He knew he didn’t make sense, but he’d spoken from the heart. Just the thought of never seeing Brit again made Army feel the insanity blossoming.
Brit glanced over for a second and caught Army’s gaze. “I swear I’ll never put anyone else above you again. Tanner has already been told I won’t rescue him next time.”
“Let’s just get home, sexy. I’m ready to hold you until you beg me to give you peace.”
Army wasn’t sure if even then he’d let Brit go. The past few weeks had been hell. Their bed had been his prison. It was the only place that still held Brit’s scent. Army had forced himself from it each day to work and nothing else. Now his gorgeous man would be there again. It was funny how little the lies mattered to Army’s heart. It was frightening how much Army would endure to keep Brit. Maybe one day Brit would go too far or choose to walk away. Until then, Army planned to hang on through good times and bad, because he’d never met anyone more worthwhile.
Chapter 7
It turned out the kitchen table Brit had bought them a while back was the sturdiest fucking table on the planet. The wooden piece held not only their half-finished dinner, flowers, and candles, but also a deliciously nude Brit. Army had given up trying to focus on eating his dinner almost half an hour earlier in favor of feasting on his gorgeous husband. He had no idea why Brit returning to his natural light brown hair and dark blue eyes was such a fucking turn-on, but Army could barely stand the shortest periods of staring at the man without attacking him. Army wasn’t even one hundred percent certain how Brit had gone from sitting across from him to sprawled out for Army’s oral enjoyment.
“Goddamn, I love you,” Army growled for the hundredth time since the first brush of his tongue against Brit’s hard cock.
Army palmed his erection through his jeans, trying to relieve the pressure. He was dying to get inside Brit, but he couldn’t stop teasing the man into insanity. All this sexiness belonged to him. He needed to worship him.
“Love you too,” Brit said, sounding hoarse.
Army came to his feet. As if the bottom half of Brit’s body wasn’t soaked in pre-cum and saliva, Army poured oil from the dressing bottle all over Brit’s dick, balls, and asshole. He used his hands and fingers, ensuring everything had a good coating of lubricant, because he didn’t intend to take it easy.
“I hope you’re not allergic to whatever oil this is.”
Brit clung to the edges of the kitchen table, panting and gasping. “Who fucking cares at this point? Just fuck me. I need you inside me—hard.”
Army fingered Brit’s ass while staring at the man’s open desperation. He’d never felt more powerful. “Do you want to hear something funny?”
“No,” Brit growled, sounding frustrated. “I want you to fuck me.”
A chuckle that sounded evil even to Army’s ears escaped him as he set his erection free. His eyes fell closed as he massaged his hard cock. “Mhmm. Did you know, before you, I’d never been a top? I was always the one who got fucked. But I kissed you that first time, and possessiveness took hold like I’d never felt before. I needed inside this sexy ass.” Army probed Brit’s asshole, teasing him.
A crazed-sounding laugh escaped Brit, even as he audibly sucked air. “You want to know something even funnier than that? I’d never been with a man at all before you. Not even a kiss.”
Army froze with barely the tip of his cock inside his sexy husband. “Are you being serious?”
Another hysterical laugh filled the air. “You were the first person to ever make me hot—like my skin would fry from my body. That goes for men and women. Life was muted before you.”
The possessiveness Army experienced the first time they kissed didn’t hold a candle to the greed that overtook him in that moment. While holding Brit’s stare, Army hooked his arms beneath the man’s thighs and hauled his ass even closer and thrust deep. Their skin slapped as Army slammed against Brit’s ass over and over again. No one else had ever touched his husband like this. Army was the only person to ever make Brit cry out the way he did now. That knowledge gripped hold of every molecule of Army. This gorgeous man was his and no one else’s. He would make Brit happy and keep him screaming his name until death parted them, just as he’d promised in their wedding vows.
About the Author
Charity Parkerson is an award-winning and multi-published author with several companies. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.
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