Chapter 26 #2
“Nah. You know, true Texans are anarchists. We don’t bend the knee to anyone. My problem with bein’ out is the judgmental eyes that’ll begin to wonder if I’m the top or the bottom in a relationship,” I tried to explain, cringing at the weirdness that went through people’s heads.
“I get it. It’d still be a problem for my career, but I’m diversified. If my career ended today, I’d be financially okay, I guess. Maybe.” Slade lifted the sandwich for another bite but paused before it hit his lips. “You good with that?”
All right, we were back to normal. Middle class would balance us and that didn’t sound bad to me. “I think I’d like that better,” I admitted, pondering the possibilities. Slade’s bark of laughter stopped me from saying more.
“I’m talking about having to split time in a private plane with another person, not food stamps.” Now Slade laughed at me. I let it go and unwrapped my sandwich. Money wasn’t actually a problem between us anymore either. I’d become locked into Slade, and that was where I always wanted to be.
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Slade
Man, was my cowboy magnificent. That tight, sweet hard body cradled mine.
His steel cock bounced between our bodies, teasing my senses senseless as I hovered over him.
His firm nipples poked straight out at me, showing the time I’d taken with each one had paid off.
They strained as drip after drip of pre-come dotted Mace’s belly.
My own personal erotic show. Mace was my everything.
Our lovemaking became the pinnacle of the amazing life we led.
I never stopped pumping into my guy who enjoyed being a power bottom. Mace’s face contorted, every muscle in his body strained against my assault.
We were close, very close. The restrictive control by which I held back my orgasm released as I reached for his cock.
His needy gasp was followed by his back arching off the mattress, his hands fisting into the sheets.
My thoughts went haywire as a psychedelic haze blew over my heated skin.
I poured myself into my guy as the scent of his desire washed over me, cocooning me in all our feels.
Who knew how long I stayed in the moment with that tense hard body below me and my hips still pumping into Mace until I was able to breathe again, then I dropped down on my guy when it was over.
His warmth sandwiched between us. My body was a million degrees, yet his come warmed me, pushing the tiniest drip from my thoroughly sated cock.
My forehead lowered to his shoulder. His breathy pants coasting over my neck and back. The prize came when his arms and legs wrapped around me. The sheer blinding pleasure had us both in its grip.
“You’re unbelievable,” he whispered, chest still heaving. His heart pounded against mine.
“That one was supposed to be about you,” I said huskily into his shoulder. I had to move. His breath tickled and caressed my skin too sensually. He’d have me hard again before he was ready.
“It was,” he managed. I rose, coming face-to-face with Mace. We shared something unsaid in that unguarded stare before I landed on my back beside him. Mace reached for my hand, clasping it, drawing it to his lips, kissing me.
“I don’t ever want this to end,” he whispered against the skin he’d just made wet.
It was almost too much joy to manage properly. The restraints Mace always used had disappeared.
“You’re being sweet,” I said, turning my head to the side to get a better look at Mace’s face.
“I’m content. It’s been a long time,” he said in a moment of unabashed honesty. This beating heart in my chest belonged to Mace, melting even further under his kind words.
“I’m gonna do everything in my power to give you a better life,” I declared, rolling to my side, angling to draw him into a kiss. “I’m sweaty.”
“So am I,” Mace said, staring up at me dreamily. A soft yawn slipped free.
I had to leave in a few hours. I wasn’t ready for him to go to sleep.
“What’s your favorite dinner?” I asked, not sure I knew. Mace happily ate anything I put in front of him.
“A big thick T-bone steak with Adkins steak seasonin’. They’re a Texas-based company. Midlothian, Texas,” he said, wincing as he tossed an arm over his eyes and used his toes to inch the blanket up toward him. “Come’s comin’ out my ass.”
I ignored him. We had a deal, whoever topped cleaned the other up. I’d get to it.
“What about children. You see a large family or small?” I asked.
“Family? Like kids?” he turned his face to me, blinking at me as if I were a stranger in his home.
“Sure,” I said.
“No kids,” Mace said. “What about you?”
“I’m open to it.” I said. Mace’s expression changed to one of concern for my mental health.
“What do you know about raisin’ a kid?” he asked, his voice less drowsy which was a good sign.
“I could learn,” I answered, dismissing his clear concern.
“I don’t think so.” He closed his eyes, thinking he was finished with our conversation. Amateur.
“Four, five, or six kids…” At my words, Mace let go of a solid hmph. My chuckle was immediate. “I don’t see kids in my life either. I was being ornery. Do you see me as your husband?” I asked and immediately wanted to take those words back.
Mace didn’t say anything for several long seconds, only stared at me. “Are you askin’?”
Oh wow, I didn’t see that question coming back at me.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe I’m feeling out the terrain before I ask. We’ve been together for a while…”
“Nine months isn’t that long,” Mace said. “I guess I see us that way already. Yeah, I guess I see it. But I don’t want to divorce. You better be sure when you ask because you aren’t gettin’ rid of me without a fight.”
My love gave a giant jaw-cracking yawn and returned to having his eyes closed. The bedroom was dark with only one lamp on, not too bright for uncovered eyes.
Why didn’t he keep looking at me? We were talking about the forever of marriage. I was sent reeling from his tentative acceptance. Wow. How hadn’t I thought more about marriage than I had?
Mace’s heavy breath drew my attention. My heart was pounding and my cowboy was actively falling asleep.
Since I refused to miss a single moment of our time together, I rolled off the mattress and took a second to tug on my jeans.
As I went through the house for my evening routine—setting the alarms and turning off the lights, a new scenario played out in my head.
Mace tentatively seeing me as his husband meant that he was, in fact, all in. Of course, I was too.
I stared at my love sleeping awkwardly across the mattress. He was the realest person I’d ever met. It attracted me, body and soul.
“Come here, babe.” I knocked his foot to wake him. “I’ll get a warm towel, roll to your side.”
He lifted his head enough to look around, still dazed.
“What about you?” he asked groggily.
“I’ll get in bed after I’m done.”
Mace nodded and rolled to where my pillows were tugged into his chest. He was asleep instantly again.
My love for him burst free.
Somehow, we’d found our way.