Poe & Gamble
Two Hours Later
Almost Two P.M
Back At The Estate
When Poe said he wanted to shop, he absolutely wanted to shop.
They hit a little boutique where he bought cute things for each of the family’s kids.
Then, he bought some bougie chocolates for everyone, and some good tea to keep him in supply for what seemed like the next ten years.
And Gamble just let him do his thing.
Why not?
He wasn’t thinking about what was waiting for them, and with each moment out, they were safe.
Only, Gamble’s head was on the swivel nonstop as he kept his focus on everyone around them. He had to stay on his game, making sure that Poe was safe.
He wasn’t losing his husband during this mayhem and on the first day after getting him.
Pass.
It wasn’t happening.
They were both leaving tonight in one piece if he had anything to say about it.
After going to the local international shipping company, they had everything sent back.
To Chartres.
Gamble knew that Spiders watched the place, and they would handle the packages.
Hopefully, not as bombs. They were almost as paranoid as Zayn, and possibly that was a damn good thing.
Then, they headed into the castle, off to get ready for the party.
Again, they separated.
Gamble had one more surprise for the man. It involved a haircut and his special outfit. He was going to make sure he looked the part of a husband and Marine.
For Poe.
If he was being introduced as the man’s husband tonight, to the other nobility, he was going to be prepared. It was wild to Gamble that he was now a duke too.
Technically.
It was all kinds of weird since he grew up poor and invisible. Now, he was the total opposite.
As he finished up, he opened the bedroom door, and Poe was in the bathroom.
“Babe?” he called out.
“I’m finishing up shaving. I’ll be right out, Gamble,” he said. “We could have gotten ready together. I like looking at you naked.”
He grinned.
Well, he wanted to see his face when he showed up fully ready for tonight.
Heading into the middle of the room, he stood there, and waited.
It was when Poe came out, and dropped his phone, that he came to a dead stop.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Poe whispered as soon as he saw his husband.
Yeah, and he’d never seen anything quite like it before.
Standing in front of him was Gamble, in his full-dress blues. On his chest were all of his medals, and he had more than a few.
He was covered.
At his hip was a commission officer’s sword, and it was shiny.
This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. Gamble in a suit was special, but this…
He knew Marines didn’t just pull out this to go to any party. This was him telling Poe that he was all in.
And his.
“Well?” Gamble asked. “Do I look okay? Enough to hobnob with nobility?”
Did he look okay?
The man was absolutely stunning. He was perfect in every way. The pleats in his pants were crisp, his hat was under his one arm, and he had cut his hair.
“Jesus. H. Christ,” he muttered, unable to get out anything more.
Honestly, Gamble wasn’t sure if that was good or not.
“Uh, do I pass?” he asked again.
Poe didn’t speak.
He couldn’t.
Instead, he moved at him, jumping up, and wrapping his legs around his waist. Then, he found his mouth, and made sure to kiss him with everything he had.
Oh, he’d wanted to have a honeymoon, and his Marine was about to be sullied up a bit.
Because he couldn’t wait.
This was too hot of a moment to pass up, and his body was on autopilot, careening right for this hot man.
As Gamble’s mouth was assaulted, he moaned, not able to do anything but hold on for the ride. Poe was riled up, and honestly, he was there for it.
Oh, his husband could climb all over him all he wanted.
He wasn’t saying no to that.
EVER.
As Poe kissed him, driving up the heat in the room, the only time he stopped was when he needed to catch his breath.
When Gamble opened his eyes, they were hazy with lust.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, his voice husky and thick with lust now that his husband was stuck to the front of him.
“We have to fuck. Right now,” he said, his thick British accent proving that he was lost in the need. “Because I’m not staring at you all night and being this turned on. I’ll end up jumping you in the pantry, or making a spectacle in the shrubbery.”
Jesus.
To be honest, he wouldn’t mind any of that. It was surreal that someone wanted him like this.
“Now?” Gamble asked, and it was too late.
Poe hopped down and made sure to be careful with the sword and his man’s uniform. When he was standing in front of him, Poe began gently removing his clothing.
With reverence, he got the barracks cover off of him, and gently laid it on the bed so the sword and medals wouldn’t be ruined.
Then, he went to go stand in front of him right before dropping to his knees.
The visual was erotic as Gamble watched him drop the fly to his blue’s trousers.
When his dick sprung free, and Poe was already blowing him, Gamble knew this was going to be one hell of a wild ride.
Jesus.
Someone was horny.
And now, so was he.
Wildly, Poe blew him, taking him all the way down his throat, making Gamble moan.
“Oh, Baby,” he muttered. “Killing me. Your mouth is dangerous.”
Yeah, well, Gamble in his dress blues were even more dangerous. He was riding this man’s cock if it was the last thing he did before the party.
And he wasn’t stopping until they both came multiple times. Gamble in this uniform was something sonnets should be written about.
For damn sure.
“Honeymoon,” Poe whispered, after setting his dick free. “We’re making a memory. Now, shut up, cum, and then fuck me like I need.”
Holy shit.
That said it all.
This was a whole other side of Poe. Normally, he was reserved, but apparently, some dress blues, and the man was out of control.
Yeah, he’d keep that in mind.
Wait until they got married in a ceremony here. He was absolutely wearing this again.
Because his legs were wobbly, Gamble leaned against the wall, and Poe was more than happy to make him struggle to hold on.
In fact, both of Gamble’s legs were shaking as his husband worked his dick over like he was starving.
It was merciless, as Poe was driving his rock-hard erection down his throat, and lubricating him. He was making him beg, and he loved it.
“Baby,” he whispered. “I need to cum now. I’m getting close.”
Poe didn’t want that.
Oh, he wanted his husband to cum, but in him. There was no way he was wasting a single drop. Plus, they didn’t have a lot of time.
They needed to fuck, and fast.
Setting him free, he got up from his knees, and started pulling off his pants.
“Like I said, Mate, we need to fuck. I want my husband’s cum in my ass.”
Gamble’s dick actually throbbed at the way he said that. Someone was feral, and that was hot.
When Poe was out of his dress pants, and was still wearing his unbuttoned shirt, he was ready.
He moved back at Gamble, who picked him up, turned around, and rested his back against the wall. Then, he let the wall support him while he slipped his dick into place.
In.
His.
Ass.
Poe moaned as Gamble leaned into him, taking him with one long stroke.
“Oh, fuck me, but I need your cock, Gamble,” he muttered. “It turns out my husband is a dick tease and likes making me suffer while I watch him in a suit and his blues.”
Gamble was living his best life.
And then slid out of his ass only to slam home again. Now, he was buried balls deep in his husband.
Then, he gave him what he wanted.
A honeymoon fucking.
The best part of having sex with Poe was he didn’t have to be gentle. He could be himself, and he liked nothing more than rough sex.
Wild sex.
And sex in general.
Using the full power of his hips, he impaled his man, over and over again, making him beg and shout his name.
“MORE!” Poe hissed. “Come on! Fuck me!” he said.
And Gamble did.
He made the man beg.
“Oh, God! Please don’t stop!” Poe shouted as he felt himself being put down and Gamble was no longer in his ass. It was then, though, that he was roughly shoved toward the bathroom, and back inside where he’d just been.
Without warning, Gamble was on him, spinning Poe to face the mirror.
Then, he bent him over the counter, and made him watch as he fucked his ass how he wanted.
Roughly.
“Oh, God,” Poe whispered, the eroticism so much to bear. He was so hard and horny.
Gamble fucked him like he wanted, and when he slapped him hard on his ass, Poe came.
He couldn’t hold on.
His dick was rubbing against the counter, and he came from his hand making contact with his ass.
“Oh, shit,” Poe muttered, as he was helpless to stop Gamble. His man was giving Poe all of him, and filling his ass before it was done.
There was no doubt there.
When he grabbed Poe’s hands, and spread them out so he was pinned, he used his ass how he wanted to.
“Please fill me with your cum,” he begged. “I need you to cum in me.”
Oh, well, that was the plan.
Gamble was fighting that urge, and it wasn’t easy. The strokes were punishing, and Poe was pinned before him like sexy-husband prey.
Honestly, he liked him helpless.
No.
He loved it.
For Poe, there was nothing better than the bigger man fucking him like this. There would be no other memory he’d want than this in his life.
This.
Right.
Here.
As he drove into his husband, Gamble couldn’t think. All he knew was if he didn’t take his ass, he was going to die.
Oh, and take it he did.
HARD.
Poe moaned and whimpered, and Gamble showed him no mercy. He pillaged and stole, and the whole time, Poe begged for more.
“Please,” the man whispered. “Cum in me!”
Gamble was getting close, so he pulled him up, and kept taking him. Only, now, he had Poe pressed to his chest as he jerked him off.
brUTALLY.
The man whimpered.
Begged.
Moaned.
And at the end of it all, he was trapped against his much bigger chest and at the mercy of his fist.
“Come on, Poe. Cum for me, Baby. Let me see you empty those balls.”
Poe stared into Gamble’s eyes. He was so hard and horny, only, Gamble went off first before Poe could.
The Marine exploded, moaning in pleasure as Poe’s ass was just too much for him to handle.
Yeah, he lost that battle.
As he poured into him, Poe braced his hands on the counter to catch his breath.
His whole body was shaking, and for only one reason. Gamble didn’t finish him off. He really hoped that was the plan because if he had to go the whole night this horny…
He’d die.
It took Gamble a second to recover, but when he did, he saw that Poe believed that they were done.
Oh, that was incorrect.
Now, he was about to show him.
Turning him around, he picked him up, dropped his ass onto the counter, and stared into his eyes.
“Keep my cum in you. You’re about to cum for me,” he said, before he kept jerking him off.
Gamble’s fist was punishing him, working his dick over with rough, brutal strokes.
Poe’s body convulsed with the pleasure being forced through him as he fought to cum, and fought to do what Gamble told him.
He was teetering on the edge.
“Please,” he begged.
Spitting on his erection, Poe watched the slickness coat his dick from his husband’s saliva.
“Oh, fuck,” Poe whispered, as he was trapped on the counter, and there was a gorgeous man jerking him off.
It was time.
“Cum for me,” Gamble ordered, and then took his dick in his mouth to swallow him.
That was all it took.
It did what Gamble had intended it to do.
Poe came.
Oh, and he came so goddamn hard that he couldn’t breathe.
Holy shit.
He loved his life.
When Gamble swallowed his cum, Poe had still kept his husband’s load in his ass—somehow. It hadn’t been easy. Here he was, resting against the mirror, his legs spread, his shirt on, and his libido just barely quenched.
That lust for Gamble would never end.
“It’s your fault,” Poe muttered, as they were definitely not ready to head downstairs.
Not.
Even.
Close.
Immediately, Poe began giggling because he couldn’t help it.
The man he loved was a menace.
“You are absolutely not blaming me for this,” Gamble said, kneeling on the floor and resting against the bathroom counter.
“I am. I’ve never done anything like this before you, so ergo, you are the one to blame.”
Gamble laughed.
“Ergo?” he asked. “Is that a word?”
He snorted.
“I said what I said, Marine. Don’t look that good if you’re not willing to pay the consequences.”
Honestly, if his husband thought he was ever going to stop him from wanting to jump on him and get laid, he was crazy.
Gamble was living his best life.
Thanks to Poe.
“I will remind you, Mr. Doyle, that I was dignified, dressed, and didn’t start this little romp. That was you and your lust,” Gamble admitted.
The whole time, Poe grinned.
“Yeah, it was. I lost my damn mind. I saw a Marine and that haircut. Sue me. My husband is sexy, and I’m going to get on that ride as often as I can. I can’t wait to get naked with you later. Wear your sword, and nothing else.”
That was funny.
“Not the way I planned on poking you later, Poe,” Gamble admitted as he got back on his feet.
When he held out his hand, Poe put his in it, and grinned wickedly like he had ulterior motives.
“What?” he asked. “I came once. I want more. I’m greedy when I see you dressed like that.”
Well, sign him up.
“Let’s clean up before we miss the whole thing, Poe. We’re going to be late to your parent’s memorial, and if we are going to skip it, we could have just flown home.”
He had a point.
Still, Poe loved looking at his Marine.
“I hope we make it to the cocktails afterward,” Poe admitted, slapping Gamble on his tight, perfect ass. “I might get handsy all over again. Don’t be shocked if we’re sweaty later.”
God.
He hoped his husband did just that.
Only, on the plane out of there.
Once Poe was on his feet, too, they headed back into the room, picking up their things along the way. Gamble got back into his pants, and then started re-buttoning his barracks cover. As he was getting back together again, Poe was doing the same thing.
Only, he was checking out his husband.
Sue him.
He was sexy.
“We have a party,” Gamble warned. “We can’t roll around again. You’re going to need some self-control.”
Oh, well, he wouldn’t bet on that.
When he could, he planned on shoving Gamble into a closet somewhere and enjoying himself all over again.
Poe just laughed.
“Mate, I can think it. You can’t police my brain. Trust me, you don’t want to know what’s in there. You’d blush.”
Oh, he really did want to know.
He lifted a brow.
Only, the look on Poe’s face was changed. Gone was the humor.
“You good?” Gamble asked.
Poe headed his way, and rested his head on his shoulder above his medals.
“I love you. It just hit me. We’re a family,” he said. “It made me want to weep. We can always do this, and it’s ours forever.”
Yes, yes, it was.
He kissed him on the temple.
“We are one,” he said. “I’m good with that too. I like being your person.”
Wasn’t that the truth?
He was his person.
When he held his hand, Poe stepped back.
“Let’s go get this done. I’m sorry for what you’re about to go through,” he admitted.
Gamble lifted a brow.
“What I’m about to go through?”
He laughed.
“Every single nosey person is going to be curious and want to know more about the man who got me to marry him. I’ve had my mother trying to set me up with countless ladies for a long time. There are going to be more tears, and not for the death of my parents.”
Oh, hell, no.
If he saw one woman hovering, that shit was ending fast.
“I will punch ladies in the face,” Gamble said. “I don’t often, but one hand on your ass, and I’m breaking fingers. I don’t care if they’re a Duchess, a princess, or freaking Cinderella looking for her prince. You are not eligible, nor are you available to anyone but me.”
He nearly swooned.
Why did he think he wasn’t kidding?
Then again, he’d do the same thing.
After cleaning up, and getting back to pristine order, they left Rufus up there, so he didn’t gain four hundred pounds stealing snacks from everyone. As a couple, a unified front, they headed down.
When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Gamble held out his arm, and Poe tucked his hand into it as they were about to be seen by everyone there.
When they walked into the room, Poe recognized many of the faces. They were friends—not his friends, but his parent’s, and he appreciated them coming.
When he came to a stop, Gamble stopped beside him, ramrod stiff, and not messing around. He saw the looks, and he didn’t like some of them.
There were more than a few looks of disgust when people put two and two together and came up with the answer that Poe was gay.
Only, Poe ignored it better than Gamble could.
“Thank you all for coming. We would like to thank you for spending your time here for afternoon tea. Penelope would be tickled pink,” he said.
Everyone nodded and murmured.
“My father would be appalled. You know how he was. If he had to be around people, he’d get all twitchy. I think though, today, he would be thankful that you all came here to say your goodbyes.”
Everyone clapped.
When they stopped, Poe continued.
“On a personal note, later, we invite you to stay for cocktails on the patio. We’re going to celebrate something I never thought would happen. My Dukedom. Everyone here is from nobility, and you understand the responsibility that comes with the titles.”
There were murmurs again.
“While I won’t be the kind of man my father was, since I believe he was one of the best men ever born, I do promise to uphold the Gordon name, and keep the Seville family alive.”
People were dabbing their eyes, and women were staring.
So, Poe did the deed.
“I’m sure some of you are wondering why I’m standing here with an American Marine,” he offered.
There were nods and plenty of speculation.
“Well, let me introduce him to all of you. This is Captain Arthur Doyle, my husband.”
And that was what got the most response.
The ladies gasped and looked around, and then there were more murmurs.
Why?
They didn’t see that coming, now did they?
Oh, and that ruined more than a few of the ladies’ hopes and dreams. He was off the market now that he was married.
“So, thank you for coming, and let’s celebrate my family, and have a good afternoon. I ask you to remember one thing.”
They waited.
“May God save the King.”
There was clapping, and Poe headed down the stairs, on Gamble’s arm.
And it was about to be a very long afternoon.
As they were both about to see.