Chapter Twelve
A delivery update notification popped up on Sawyer’s phone that made him deliriously happy. “Derrick has my package, and I’m next in line to receive my delivery.”
Royce dropped the remote on the coffee table and aimed a menacing look in his direction. “Excuse me? This sounds an awful lot like a porn setup.”
Sawyer shimmied his shoulders and waggled his brows. “Derrick does sound like the name of a porn star with a massive package.”
Royce turned his body toward him. “Explain yourself before I get really jealous and probably pissed too.”
“Language, my love,” Sawyer crooned.
Royce jabbed his finger toward the baby monitor on the coffee table and said, “Our daughter is sleeping in her bassinet in our bedroom with her guard cat on duty. She’s six weeks old and couldn’t repeat the word even if she’d heard it.
Pissed, pissed, pissed. That’s what I’m going to be if this Derrick shows up and whips out a massive schlong. ”
Sawyer tackled Royce onto the couch and straddled his hips. “Don’t be mad, baby. I’ll let you watch.”
“I’ll go to prison,” Royce declared. “I mean it.”
“Your schlong is the only one I want.” Sawyer cupped Royce’s face with both hands and kissed him, but he kept his mouth firmly closed in protest. “I don’t know jack about Derrick other than he works for FedEx.”
“And has a massive package to del—”
Sawyer cut him off with a hard kiss. “It’s a custom gift I ordered right after we confirmed Kelsey’s pregnancy. It’s something I saw on Etsy and had to have, even though there was a long waiting list.”
Royce glanced over at the monitor, confirmed Darla was still sleeping, and kissed a trail along Sawyer’s neck. “Our buddy Derrick can drop the box on the porch and get out of here.” He gripped Sawyer’s ass with both hands and thrust his hips upward. “I’ve got your package right here.”
Sawyer snickered. “I can’t take you seriously when you break out the cheesy porn lines.”
“Really?” Royce nipped that sensitive spot just below Sawyer’s ear and sent a delicious shiver down his spine. “How about now?”
“Meh.”
Royce’s dark chuckle rumbled against Sawyer’s flesh, and his pucker flexed in anticipation of the hell he was about to pay.
Royce slid a hand under his waistband and pressed a finger against his entrance.
“Liar,” he whispered. “I feel how badly you want me. I can make you forget all about your custom…whatever.”
Sawyer’s breath quickened, and his hips canted toward Royce’s erection of their own volition, proving his husband correct. “The package isn’t for me though. It’s for you.”
Royce put both hands on Sawyer’s chest and shoved playfully. “Well, why didn’t you say so?” He sat up and straightened his clothes and hair. “How do I look?” He snagged Sawyer’s phone off the coffee table. “If the notification tells you his name, does it also show you a picture?”
“Yep.”
“Whoa!” Royce turned the phone around to show a smiling Black man who looked too much like Shemar Moore for Sawyer’s comfort. “I bet Derrick gives new meaning to daddy.”
Sawyer snatched his phone with a huff and tucked it into his pocket. “I bought something really special for you to share with your daughter, and you’re going to ruin the surprise with tawdry remarks.”
Royce immediately sobered up. “I’m sorry.” He leaned forward to kiss Sawyer lightly on the mouth. “Take off your clothes, and I’ll make it up to you.”
Sawyer huffed a put-upon sigh. “I’d let you try, but my gift is so generous that I have to sign for it.”
Arching a brow, Royce said, “I didn’t even have to sign for my new iPhone. They just left that fucker on the front porch. What did you buy?”
“Amy from the Daisy Patch cares more about us than our phone carrier does.”
“Unless we don’t pay our bill,” Royce said. “Then they’d care a whole lot.”
“True.”
Royce bounced a little on the sofa cushion. “What did you get us?”
“It won’t be a surprise if I tell you,” Sawyer said. “Derrick will be here soon, and you can open it.”
“When did FedEx start this detailed service? When I order something, I just get a window of delivery time.”
“I think I signed up for package management or something. Or maybe it’s because I have to sign for the delivery. Does it matter? They’re not running a dating app.”
“Not so sure when they hire drivers that look like that.” Royce waggled his brows. “And we get to meet that hunk.”
“Don’t embarrass us,” Sawyer pleaded.
Royce tilted his head to the side and pursed his lips. “Do you think FedEx has a hunky delivery guy calendar? What month would Derrick be? August because it’s smoking hot, and so is he.”
Sawyer tapped his fingers on his knee. “Are you finished?”
Smiling wickedly, Royce looked down at his crotch. “I think I’m just getting started.”
“That’s it.” Sawyer took him back down to the couch, but they rolled and crashed hard on the rug. The air whooshed out of them with a double oof, and they laughed as soon as they could breathe again. “You are so ridiculous.”
Royce cupped Sawyer’s face and stared into his eyes. Derrick, his package, and even the world all faded away. “Yes, but you love me.”
“So damn much.”
They both leaned in for a kiss at the same time, their gestures routine, even if their emotions were anything but.
Royce slid a hand under his shirt, and Sawyer rocked his hips, looking to pick up where they’d left off.
Both their phones emitted the Ring chime to indicate motion detection in the driveway.
They’d disconnected their regular doorbell a few weeks ago when the sound of it triggered an unholy chain of chaos that nobody needed.
Royce had gone above and beyond installing a simple Ring doorbell though.
He’d placed security systems to monitor every entrance, but Sawyer put his foot down when it came to adding interior monitoring, comparing it to living in the Big Brother house.
Royce hadn’t known what that was, and Sawyer wanted to prevent another reality show addiction, so he’d compromised and allowed Royce to put a floodlight near the peak of the garage roof.
That was the one that had alerted them to driveway activity.
Royce reached for his phone on the coffee table and played the camera feed. “Let’s go sign for the package so we can get back to this.”
Sawyer rolled off him and stood up. He extended a hand to Royce and tugged him to his feet. “Better not open your surprise, or you’ll forget all about me.”
Royce looked back down at his phone. “Whoa!”
“Yeah, we know Derrick is hot.”
“Well, yeah,” Royce said, “but I’m talking about his package. That thing is huge.”
Sawyer snatched the phone from his hand in time to see Derrick wheeling a large box toward the porch. He went to give the phone back to his husband, but Royce was already halfway to the front door. “Get back here, you shit!” Sawyer tossed the phone onto the sofa and jogged after him.
Dolly, who hadn’t yet learned what the Ring chimes meant, reacted to her dads’ energy, yipping and chasing after them.
Royce reached the door first, but Sawyer body-slammed him against it before he could open it.
The doorbell chime went off on their phones in the living room as they wrestled over the doorknob.
Derrick had to be wondering what the grunting and thumping was all about.
Dolly’s loud bark cut through their tomfoolery, and Sawyer picked the dog up to quiet her.
“Yes!” Royce cheered in victory before he wrenched the door open and startled the oh-so beautiful deliveryman. He propped his arm on the doorjamb and said, “Hello there.”
“Hi.” Derrick’s lips curved into a delicious smile. “I have a package for Sawyer Locke.”
“And what a mighty big pack—”
Sawyer threw an elbow, cutting Royce off and muscling his way to the door. “That’s me. I’m Sawyer Locke.”
Royce rubbed his chest and glared at Sawyer. “Asshole,” he grumbled.
“Dickhead,” Sawyer fired back.
“Um,” Derrick said with a chuckle. “One of you needs to sign my ePod for this delivery.”
“I’ll do it.” Royce turned to Sawyer. “You’re holding Dolly.”
The dog reacted to her name by wriggling and letting out an excited yip. Or maybe she thought Derrick was handsome too; either way, she got the man’s attention.
He smiled at Dolly and said, “Oh, aren’t you the prettiest thing.”
“Thanks,” Sawyer said. “That was from Dolly. You weren’t calling me pretty.”
“I could hold her while you sign,” Derrick said, smiling at Sawyer. “I love dogs, but my boyfriend is allergic.”
Dolly yipped again and wriggled harder when Derrick set his ePod on top of the box and reached for her.
“The dude needs to go,” Royce announced.
Derrick’s hands stilled. “My boyfriend? We’ve been together for five years, and he’s not allergic to all animals.”
“No,” Royce said with a firm head shake. “You, buddy.” He picked up the ePod and stylus from the box and scrawled his name on the screen. “First you charm my man, and now you’re after my dog?”
“Don’t listen to him,” Sawyer said, extending Dolly toward Derrick with a smug expression.
Derrick cuddled the dog and talked to her in the sweetest voice. Dolly made a real slut of herself, licking his face and wiggling against his big, muscular chest.
“Would you like something to drink, Derrick?” Sawyer asked. “It’s awfully hot out there.”
“It’s sixty degrees,” Royce snarled. “He’s fine.”
Derrick raised his head and smiled. “I am fine, but thank you.”
Royce must’ve reached his breaking point, declaring, “That’s enough,” as he took their dog back. “Good day to you, sir.”
Derrick winked at Sawyer and blew a kiss at Dolly. “Have a great weekend, fellas.” He grabbed his two-wheeled cart and whistled as he returned to his truck.
Royce glowered until Derrick pulled out of their driveway. He handed Dolly to Sawyer and scooted the big box into the foyer. “What the heck is in here?”
“You won’t believe it,” Sawyer said.
“Seems like this is the morning for incomprehensible things.” Royce shut the door and faced Sawyer with hands on hips. “Shameful.”