Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Starblade’s dick was so hard and in need of relief that it almost hurt. He wanted to come so badly, but as usual, Vardox was drawing things out the way he preferred.
When the tentacle in his ass slipped out, Starblade cried out, “No!”
Vardox pulled Starblade’s hip closer and positioned his cock in front of his entrance. “We’ll save double penetration for round two, darling. Since it’s been a while, round one is all about refamiliarizing you with my cock.”
Starblade narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t you say we’d had enough talking earlier? Shut the hell up and stick your cock inside me now.”
Vardox’s clawed fingertips dug lightly into Starblade’s ass cheeks and his eyes flared with heat. “I do so love it when you get bossy, my dear captain. Your wish is my command.” He leered. “For now.”
Then he thrust his cock inside Starblade in one swift, decisive move.
Starblade gasped and swore. “Son of a phaser-fucking bitch!”
Vardox grinned but gave Starblade a moment to adjust to the invasion. Much to his embarrassment, it didn’t take long for Starblade’s body to relax and suck Vardox even deeper.
“Our bodies don’t lie, darling,” Vardox crowed with satisfaction.
Starblade reached out and yanked one of Vardox’s free tentacles, making him gasp and shiver a little this time.
“You’re slacking on the job, darling,” he growled. “Now make this tentacle get to work stroking my cock while you fuck me.”
—The Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade, Ch. 171
River
“Where’s Kai?” I ask, looking around the ballroom Nirblob brought me to.
I’ve spent a good fifteen minutes meeting the organizers and talking with them, but my husband is still MIA. He can’t possibly still be in the bathroom, right?
“He should be here any moment,” Nirblob says.
I frown. It’s been long enough that I’m kind of worried.
“It’s not like him to be gone this long. Maybe I should go looking for him.”
“Perhaps he’s here somewhere?” one of the other organizers suggests.
In all fairness, the room is jam-packed. Word’s gotten out that I’m here, and my fans have turned out in droves, eager to join in the celebration.
Nirblob pats my hand. “Fear not, my friend, I’m sure he’s fine. Kai’s more than capable of taking care of himself.”
I know that too. Kai’s a total badass and has some seriously cool fight moves in his repertoire. A lot more than I do.
“I suppose I’m still a bit paranoid after everything we’ve been through lately.”
All of a sudden, the lights in the room go out and an unfamiliar voice comes over the speaker system.
“Good evening, everyone! How are you enjoying Tentacular Tales Con so far?”
The fans aren’t shy about voicing their satisfaction, and it gives me the warm fuzzies.
“As the organizers of Tentacular Tales Con, we’re so happy to hear everyone’s living it up to the fullest. Every day of our event is jam-packed with fun, and every night is a celebration. Who’s ready to party?”
Once more, we’re surrounded by deafening applause and enthusiastic shouting.
“This is our second night together and one to remember. Tonight we pay tribute to our surprise Guest of Honor and our very favorite author, River Sullivan—aka KirklovesSpock4eva!”
The crowd erupts into loud cheers and whistles.
Once the noise quiets down, the announcer continues. “Tonight, we have the much-anticipated second annual Tentacular Tales Con lip sync contest.”
More raucous applause and shouts fill the room. Some folks are dancing to music only they hear. It’s wild and wonderful.
I join in and shout, “Let’s have them lip-sync for their lives!”
Naturally, I’m a gay man who enjoys a good lip sync battle with the best of them.
Although I’m not sure if anyone can top Tom Holland’s performance of Rihanna’s “Umbrella” on Lip Sync Battle.
I may or may not have watched that video a few hundred times…
And yes, I always share it all over my social media accounts when I find it elsewhere because everyone needs to see that masterful number.
The announcer comes over the comm system again. “To start things off with a bang, we have an extraspecial, noncompeting performer who’s ready to give his all for the man he loves. River Sullivan, this one’s for you.”
I hold my breath as the familiar opening notes of the Righteous Brothers’ most famous song, “Unchained Melody,” begin to play. When a single spotlight comes on, illuminating the stage at the far end of the room, I cover my mouth and gasp.
Standing there in a sexy-as-fuck Han Solo costume is Kai, holding a microphone.
My heart’s beating so fast I worry I might faint and miss all of this.
Even across the distance, Kai and I lock eyes. Kai’s amethyst gaze draws me in, and everything around me fades away as I hungrily devour every moment of my husband’s passionate and moving lip sync serenade.
This is even more epic than when David lip-synced Tina Turner’s “The Best” to Patrick in Schitt’s Creek. And believe me, that episode was seriously epic. I’ve also watched it a few dozen times.
For me, Kai’s performance is even better. It’s for me.
My chest tightens as I watch his impassioned delivery, the yearning in his eyes making me breathless. He beautifully conveys the longing in the song, enough to make my heart ache.
I remember how, weeks ago, on one of our home date nights, I forced him to watch one of my favorite romantic movies when I was a kid. One that Benji and I both loved, that always made us cry at the end.
Okay, who am I kidding? It still does.
Anyone who doesn’t cry at the end of Ghost is suspicious in my book.
Initially, I wanted to share the movie with Kai because of the superhot pottery scene. If you know, you know. But then I got sucked into the story the way I always do and was a blubbering mess by the end of it. A wet-eyed Kai wiped away my tears and gave me a tissue to blow my snotty nose.
When I cry, it isn’t cute. I’m the definition of the ugly cry.
“I thought you preferred happily ever after stories,” Kai had murmured while he cuddled me close.
I’d sniffled and told him the truth. “What gets me every time with this story is the depth of the love between Patrick Swayze’s character and Demi Moore’s.
He loved her so much that even in death, he refused to let go.
Even when circumstances tore them apart, their devotion to one another never wavered.
Being loved that much is the stuff of fairy tales.
It’s something I think most of us long for, but few of us ever find. ”
At this moment, I’m shown yet again that I’m one of the lucky ones—because the love Kai and I share is legendary.
Case in point, Kai is hitting me in all the motherfucking feels, not only with this song but also with his costume.
It’s not just that he’s feeding my greedy little sci-fi nerd heart by portraying the lovable rogue of classic Star Wars cinema.
There’s a deeper meaning behind his choice, a nod back to the first time I told Kai I loved him, and he followed that up with the memorable Han Solo answer, I know.
Hell, that line’s even engraved on his wedding band while mine has Leia’s line.
This is so fucking romantic in a way that no one but me fully comprehends right now.
I barely blink, watching Kai lip-sync his heart out to me, laying naked and bare the depth of his feelings for me. My heart clenches in my chest, and I forget how to breathe for a moment.
Kai has always been more on the reserved side, like his dad. He’s more of an observer who keeps his cards close to the vest.
Except with me.
With me, he shows his soft and tender side. He lets down his walls and holds nothing back. But here and now, he’s making a public declaration of how much he loves me—and it’s so fucking beautiful.
When the song comes to an end, the entire room is left in stunned silence.
I, on the other hand, waste zero fucking time. Charging in the direction of the stage, I run toward Kai like Jennifer Grey in the finale of Dirty Dancing.
Kai catches me in his strong arms as I catapult into him, already an ugly blubbering mess with tears streaming down my cheeks and snot dripping from my nose.
“W-well fucking p-played, sir,” I stutter through my tears. “You KO’d me in the motherfucking feels. My heart can barely take it.”
He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “When I proposed to you, I wanted to wow you with a sexy dance number.”
“Fuck yeah, and you accomplished that in spades. I still dream about it on a regular basis.”
He rests his forehead against mine as he clutches me in his arms. “We’ve come so far in such a short amount of time, and being here with you on our honeymoon, having survived an assassin and an alien invasion that could have been deadly, I wanted to share something more romantic and sentimental with you. ”
I kiss him softly. “You’ve surprised me so much during this trip. Every moment has been orchestrated to make me happy, with expert awareness of my habits and preferences. It’s almost too much. You’ve overwhelmed me and stolen my heart all over again.”
“You deserve all of it, River. Before I knew you, my life was quiet and empty. I just kept moving forward, pushing down my deepest, most secret desires. But I also hungered for the kind of love expressed in the lyrics of the song I chose. You, River Sullivan, are my one true love, my darling, and I will always and forever need your love.”
Now I’m outright sobbing again. “D-don’t you ever d-dare tell me you’re n-not a romantic ever again,” I gasp out between sobs.
Kai gazes into my eyes with a calm certainty. “I’m only a romantic for you, my love. You bring it out in me.”
Thank fuck for that. No one else gets to have that but me.
I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him with the fiery passion of a freaking supernova. Unlike the couple in Ghost, our love will overcome all the odds—and I’ll make damn certain that we get our happily ever after.
All around us, folks are cheering and whistling.
Some of them chant, “River and Kai! River and Kai!”
Others shout, “Tentacle love for the win!”
A few yell out some rather inappropriate suggestions for Kai and me to give a nude performance.
I ignore it all and kiss Kai like my life depends on it.
When I’m running out of oxygen, I tear my mouth away from his and inhale deeply.
His lips are swollen and he looks satisfyingly dazed.
“Kai Genaro,” I declare fiercely, “I love you so fucking hard.”
He jolts out of his stupor, and his lips curve into a slow, devastatingly handsome grin. “I know.”
The sexy-ass motherfucker just Han Solo’d me again.
Swoon.
Yep, Kai Genaro is my destined life partner through and through. No doubt about it.