Chapter Ten #2
“I’ll walk you out and double-check the car seat installation,” Sawyer said.
They’d bought extra bases for Darla’s car seat to make it easy to switch vehicles.
Royce had installed one in both of their vehicles and Evangeline’s too.
“I’ll be right back,” Sawyer said. “You can get started if you want.”
“I’m okay with waiting,” Royce said, but he scanned the room as if trying to find the best place to jump in.
“You boys are being too hard on yourselves,” Evangeline said as she led the way to her car. “Your home looks like you’ve just had a baby.”
“While I know that’s true, I also know that we’re going to be judged much harsher than a hetero couple going through the second-parent adoption process.”
Evangeline sighed. “I wish I could dispute your claim, but I suspect it’s true.” She opened the back seat and clicked the carrier into the base. “I really hate that you feel such unnecessary pressure.” Evangeline stepped aside so Sawyer could make sure Darla was secure.
He ducked inside the back seat to perform a quick inspection, then smiled down at his little girl. “Have fun with Grandma. I love you so much.” He kissed her forehead and eased out of the car. “She’s all set. Thank you for doing this.”
Evangeline pulled him into a tight hug. “It’s my pleasure.” She eased back and smiled up at him, mirth shimmering in her eyes. “And speaking of pleasure…”
“No,” Sawyer said as he backed away.
Evangeline fixed an innocent expression on her face as she shut the car door. “What? I’m just saying you shouldn’t burn all your energy on household chores. Self-care is critical at times like this.”
“Okay,” Sawyer said, saluting her with two fingers. “I’m taking your advice into consideration.”
“And sex is wonderful self-care,” Evangeline suggested as she walked around to the driver’s side.
Sawyer spun around and walked back to the house.
The first thing he noticed when he stepped inside was the fit of Royce’s gray sweatpants as he bent over to declutter the coffee table.
He had an empty trash bag in one hand and some snack cake wrappers in the other.
Damn, what a beautiful sight. Sawyer was worried that he might be just as turned on by Royce’s cleaning as the snug fit of his sweatpants.
And that just wouldn’t do. He moved closer, standing directly behind Royce to get the best view of the muscular swells under the soft cotton. No underwear lines. Even better.
Sensing Sawyer’s nearness, Royce looked over his shoulder and froze. “Oh! I know that look.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Royce straightened and spun around too fast, swaying for a few seconds before he righted himself.
That delay was enough for Sawyer to swoop in and untie his sweatpants.
“What are…” The words turned to moans when Sawyer went to his knees.
Royce dropped the trash bag and snack detritus on the ground, and Sawyer was too horny to care.
Royce slid a hand into Sawyer’s hair, tightening his fingers at the roots. “Should we?”
“We definitely should.” They’d stolen a few moments here and there while Darla slept, but their intimacy had become quick, mutual handjobs in the shower.
Sawyer wanted to take his time and relearn every inch of Royce’s body, starting with his favorite part.
He hooked his thumbs into Royce’s waistband and dragged his pants down to mid-thigh.
Leaning forward, Sawyer placed a kiss on the tip of Royce’s cock. “But feel free to say no.”
Royce’s stormy eyes shimmered with a heat Sawyer had been sorely missing. “As if.”
Parting his lips, Sawyer leaned forward and licked his husband’s dick like it was the most delicious Popsicle ever made.
He took his time along the sensitive underside and swirled his tongue around the head, moaning as Royce became fully erect in his mouth.
Sawyer pulled back and looked up at Royce. “I really needed this.”
Royce’s lips curved into a wry smile. “And here I thought you wanted to clean. Is that the new code word?”
Sawyer chuckled as he stood up. “I still want to clean, but I need you more.” He tugged Royce’s pants up so he wouldn’t trip and then led him to their bedroom.
“Ohhh, what are you going to do to me?” Royce asked.
“Everything. Take off your clothes.”
Royce slid his sweatpants down his legs and kicked them to the side before yanking his shirt off and tossing it. “Your turn. Hurry”
“There’s no need to rush. Evangeline won’t bring Darla home until we call her.
” Yet Sawyer stripped down with equal vigor, though it took him a little longer since he had more layers of clothes to remove.
“I want to take our time and—” Royce tackled him before he could finish, and Sawyer landed on the mattress with an “oof.”
Royce nuzzled his mouth against Sawyer’s pulse point with a sexy growl. “I really want to oof you too.”
Arousal flared red-hot and wild between them. Hands explored, mouths kissed, and dicks leaked with excitement, kicking primal urges into a higher gear, and Sawyer realized that taking it slow was the worst idea he’d ever had. “Okay,” he said, wrapping his legs around Royce’s waist. “New strategy.”
Royce kissed a path up his neck and nibbled his earlobe. “I’m listening.”
“You take me now. Hard and fast. Show me no mercy.”
Rolling his hips, Royce hummed his approval. “And then…”
“You fill my ass with your spunk.”
“I like it.” Royce gripped Sawyer’s ass and spread his cheeks. A wicked finger slid along his ass crack and tapped against his pucker. “Here?”
“Yes, get the lube.”
But Royce didn’t retreat. “What happens after I flood your channel?”
“I put you on your knees so you can present your ass to me,” Sawyer said. “I’ll take my time and treat it so good. Maybe get you aroused again.”
Chuckling, Royce raised his head and smirked at him. “Don’t get comfortable down there. I nearly went off like a rocket the moment your dick touched mine. I’ll probably cream your tight pucker before I’m halfway inside you.”
Sawyer fisted Royce’s hair and tugged him down for a passionate kiss.
His husband’s desperation only made Sawyer hornier, putting his flip-fuck fantasy at risk, especially when Royce started rocking his hips again.
Sawyer tore his mouth free and said, “You’re not the only one who’s about to go off like a rocket. Okay, new plan.”
Royce chuckled and covered his mouth with a finger. “No plan. Legs up, lube on, and we lose ourselves in the moment.”
Sawyer pulled his legs back until his knees were nearly touching his shoulders, showing what role he wanted to take. “You can be the pillow princess next time.”
Royce prepped, stretched, and notched his cock against Sawyer’s hole.
He kept his gray eyes locked on him as he pushed inside.
Full lips parted on an exhale that was half sigh and half moan.
“Been too long.” Royce stopped halfway inside, his cock throbbing in time with Sawyer’s racing heart. “Damn, I need this. I need you, baby.”
“I’m right here. Take me.”
Royce snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep. “Need you.”
“Show me.”
They moved together then, bodies gliding and hands roaming.
Incredible sex was nothing new, but this felt…
next-level. Sawyer crossed his ankles over Royce’s firm ass and used his heels to spur him on, to plunge deeper and fuck harder.
It still wasn’t enough. The same desperation Sawyer had felt earlier surged higher, and he rolled Royce onto his back and straddled his hips.
Royce’s gray eyes darkened with the passionate tempest brewing inside, and Sawyer gave himself over to the maelstrom of emotions taking over his body.
There was a world happening outside their bedroom door, but neither of them was aware of it.
Sawyer found the perfect angle so that Royce’s dick hit his prostate just right.
He planted his palms on Royce’s chest and rode him with reckless abandon.
Royce ghosted his fingertips over Sawyer’s chest and rubbed his nipples with his thumbs. “So fucking sexy.” His hand drifted lower until it brushed against Sawyer’s bouncing cock. “Need me to jerk you off?”
Sawyer shook his head. His pleasure had built to a blinding crescendo. He was right there. Just needed one more. Right fucking there. His breath snagged in his throat as he came. His first spurt landed on Royce’s chin and neck. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s it, baby.” Royce gripped his hips and bounced him up and down his shaft. “Use me.”
Sawyer rode out his orgasm until he had nothing left to give. Royce dug his heels into the mattress and thrust upward, shooting his release into Sawyer’s tight channel.
“This is my favorite kind of mess to clean up,” Sawyer said. He swiped his finger through the mess he’d made on Royce’s face.
Grabbing Sawyer’s wrist, Royce said, “Gimme?” He licked the finger clean and tugged Sawyer down for a deep kiss.
They lay snuggled together for several minutes before reality returned.
“Cleaning, huh?” Royce asked.
Sawyer laughed and rolled onto his back before they ended up stuck together. “Our house is a mess.”
“Correction: our home looks like a family with a newborn lives here.”
“I want to have family dinners again on Sundays with Dane and Cayden. I don’t want them to feel displaced now that we have a baby.”
“Yeah, I’ve thought about that too. I miss them.”
“Me too,” Sawyer said. “So, we tidy up a little and figure out which casserole we want to thaw out for Sunday.”
“My vote is for the chicken and stuffing Jo made us. That’s one of my favorites.”
“We can serve it with mashed potatoes, some kind of vegetable, and rolls,” Sawyer said. “We’ll need to put a grocery order together.”
“Uh-huh,” Royce said around a yawn.
Sawyer turned his head and glared at Royce, not that he noticed Sawyer’s ire with his eyes closed. “Don’t go to sleep.”