Chapter Twelve
Jacob
Opal made it down the aisle. She didn’t drop any of the rose petals Josie had meticulously organized. Basically, the little girl sprinted to Angus, who waited for her.
Our friends and family cheered.
She appeared startled.
Stanley snagged her up and cooed, avoiding a potential meltdown.
Felix stood under the arch with our officiant, the inappropriately named Lolita.
Josette stood beside him, looking beautiful in her dress.
Wally stood on the other side, imploring me with his gaze to get a move on. Yeah, he was looking forward to the barbecue lunch we’d organized.
Mom linked her arm through mine. “Ready, darling?”
I met her gaze. “Yeah.” Then I looked over at my father. “Thanks for this.” Not just for their financial contribution. But for their flexibility and welcoming of Felix to our family—and not into the role everyone assumed he’d take. Yes, he’d be their son-in-law. Just married to a different child.
Dad slapped me on the back. “Yeah, well, let’s get on with this.”
Because he likely was thinking of a cold beer he could drink. The day’s heat was all-encompassing, and as soon as we’d finished with the photos, I suspected everyone would be shucking their jackets. Too bad we didn’t have a pool.
Huh. Something to consider in the future.
I walked with my parents down the wide aisle, keeping my gaze trained on Felix.
He grinned. No hesitation. No questioning. During all of our conversations over the last week, his certainty had been clear.
As we recited our vows, my hands shook. Not because of fear or trepidation, but because of uncontrollable happiness. We’d discussed starting our family in a couple of years. I wanted us settled first. Felix teaching, me continuing to build my business, a couple of dogs—
“I do.” Felix grinned.
After the officiant said something, I added, “I do.” Technically we should’ve had a rehearsal, but the woman had been flexible. Had spoken to both of us separately. Had taken our assurances we were, in fact, very much in love. Even if we’d barely been engaged a week.
She declared us to be married partners.
I stepped forward, wrapped my arm around Felix’s waist, and dipped him backward, sealing my lips to his. His oh of surprised turned to a giggle as I kissed him senseless.
Applause reached us as we righted. I snagged Felix’s hand and held it aloft in the yeah, we just did that thing universal gesture. More applause followed as we made our way back down the aisle.
Josie and Wally followed us, with Stanley carrying Opal and Justin holding Angus’s hand as they trailed behind.
Chaos ensued. Somehow, the photographer got everyone wrangled into a group shot, then pulled different people aside. Parents. Siblings. Parents and Siblings. A few romantic poses as well as a few goofy ones. We were just like that.
Getting everyone out the door at the end of the night was easier than I imagined. Of course, Josie and Wally whispering in everyone’s ears how Felix and I couldn’t wait to go to bed caused a few laughs and winks.
Jesus.
Well, Wally would go back to work on Monday after driving Josie to the airport so she could fly to Romania.
Felix and I planned a honeymoon at home—everyone promising they’d give us the week. We’d stocked up on provisions and were ready to go.
We shut the door after giving our parents one final hug goodbye.
Felix leaned against the door and offered a shy smile. “Okay, so we survived.”
I ran my hand up and down his biceps, covered in the cotton button-down he continued to wear, although he’d rolled up the sleeves at some point. He also had grass stains from when he was down on the ground playing with Opal and Angus. I would’ve thought the boy too old for games, but he truly adored his sister and so had gotten on the ground.
Stanley merely smiled at Opal’s messy dress and Angus’s dirty knees.
My heart expanded at the thought of doing that with our kids. Maybe at Wally’s wedding. If my best friend ever married, that was.
“What’s the smile for?”
“Honestly?”
Felix nodded. Of course he nodded. He’d never want me to be anything other than brutally honest.
“I was thinking about our kids playing at Wally’s wedding.”
His eyes went comically wide.
“But I’m getting ahead—”
He launched himself at me, crashing his mouth into mine.
I caught him, of course, because he was slight in comparison to my bulk. In a heartbeat, I bent at the waist, put my shoulder against his stomach, and hauled him over my shoulder.
“Oof. What do you think you’re doing?” Might’ve been a touch of righteous indignation in there.
“Carrying you to our marriage bed. Where I’ve wanted to get you since I built the damn thing.” Which was the truth, I’d realized, at some point this week. I’d never imagined him sharing it with Josie—ick—but with myself. Thinking of all the things I’d do to him. With him. That we’d do to each other.
“Jacob, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
I laughed and slapped his ass. “Piddly thing like you? You’re a lightweight.”
“I think I’m supposed to resent that comment.”
“Well, don’t. You’re sturdy. A good size. The perfect size for me.”
He stilled his squirming as I carried him up the stairs. I could’ve tried bridal style, but that likely would’ve been too challenging. Carrying him like this put added pressure on my knees, but I’d be fine.
“Perfect size?” He might’ve squeaked that.
I caressed his ass. “We haven’t talked preferences. I’ve done it both ways—and liked it both ways—so I’m totally open. Whatever you want, sweetheart. Or we can take it slow and just do suck and jerk—”
“What?” Yeah, he definitely squeaked that.
“I suck you and you jerk me. Or I jerk you and you suck me. Or we both suck each other. Or we both jerk—”
“I get the picture.” He stroked my back, fingering the waistband of my jeans. “I’ve spent the entire week imagining…”
We entered our bedroom. Oh, I’d carried him over the threshold. Cute. Something to tell Josie. Slowly, I eased him to his feet, and held him steady when he swayed from the head rush of having been upside down.
His cheeks were bright red. Should I have done that to him?
In a moment, though, he recovered. And offered me the widest grin.
“You said something about imagining…?”
“First, we get naked, then you show me all that I’ve been missing. I’ve got quite a few years to make up for.”
I wanted to ask why me? Why now? What had changed since all those other men and women he’d met, especially in university, who hadn’t caught his eye?
You don’t need to know. It’s not important.
No, it really wasn’t. He was here. Now. With me. In our bed. I unbuttoned my shirt as he did the same. He stilled, though, when I yanked my shirt off. I cocked an eyebrow.
He cleared his throat. “Don’t think I didn’t notice before. But I wasn’t allowed to look.”
I undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, drew the zipper down, then yanked everything off.
Except my socks were still on which made me appear weird, but Felix’s gaze made everything worthwhile. “You can always look, okay? I’m yours. No one else’s.”
“I’m adamantly against objectification.” He scratched his stubble.
“And I don’t want you objectifying anyone but me.” I advanced on him.
He held his ground.
I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away from his body. Then I repeated all the things I’d done to myself and, as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, his erect cock bobbed.
Matching my own hard-on, of course.
Keeping my gaze on his, I swiped my thumb along his slit.
He hissed, pressing his cock into my fingers.
The temptation to get him off right there was strong, but I wanted him in bed. “Do you need to piss?”
“Nope. Did that earlier.” He looked quite pleased with himself.
As had I. Planning was important with these things. Which meant… “I went to the clinic earlier this week. Dr. McCauley called. I’m clean.”
He blushed. “And I’ve never—”
I crashed my mouth to his. I’d never bedded a virgin before—man or woman. The thought terrified and aroused at the same time. I’d be the one to teach him…everything.
He snagged my shaft and squeezed experimentally.
“Yeah, like that.” I gazed down at him.
And he looked up at me, his pupils blown in the low light of the lamps. “Will you do me? Fuck me, I mean.”
“I’ll make love to you.” He needed to know this was different for me. This wasn’t about getting my rocks off. This was about initiating him into pleasure like he’d never known. This was about ensuring he wanted to do this over and over and over.
He pulled his lower lip through his teeth. “Yeah. That.”
“Great. So we don’t need condoms and… Crap.”
He winked. Actually winked. “Lube’s under the pillow.”
I grabbed the comforter and the top sheet, yanking them down.
A lot of yanking going on. Ah well, more proof of my enthusiasm.
Felix slid onto the bed and positioned himself in the middle. Then he pulled a bottle of lube from under the pillow. He handed it to me. “I don’t…” He swallowed. “I haven’t…”
Yeah, I got it. I was used to guys who knew their prostates or, if that wasn’t their jam, knew how to use their dicks to find mine. I smiled. “I’m going to ask you to relax, even though that’s going to be tough. I’m going to ask you to trust me, even though—”
“That’s an easy one.” He smiled. “Yeah, that’s an easy one.”
“Okay. Pull your legs apart for me, okay? Can you do that?”
He rolled his eyes. “Duh.”
Part of me was about to quip about gay porn, but I decided that would be inappropriate.
As he spread his thighs, and gave me a view of his hole, my cock swelled. Patience. Yeah, right. Still, I coated my fingers and held his gaze as I ran my finger around his rim.
He nodded.
Slowly, I sank one finger in.
His mouth opened.
Watching his every reaction, I wiggled that finger, eventually adding a second.
“Uh…”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Is this…oh, sweet Jesus.”
I grinned as I gently prodded his spongy spot. “That would be your prostate. We can have an anatomy lesson later—”
“Please, Jacob. I mean, I’d prefer not to beg, but I totally will if you’ll just—”
I removed my finger, leaned over, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “You’ll never have to beg.” I pretended to consider. “Well, unless I’m edging you.”
“Now, please.” His eyes were wild with passion.
Grinning, I rocked back on my heels. I coated my cock in lube and lined myself up.
He nodded.
Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I slid in. Watching my beloved’s face, I caught every nuance. The twinge of pain as I breached him. The wonder as I pressed home. The love as he arched up to accept more of me.
“I love you.” I whispered the words with reverence. I’d never said them to anyone before. And he needed to know that. But those words could wait.
He strained his neck to kiss me, all the while pressing on my ass.
I dove in for the kiss, even as I slowly moved in him.
His breath caught.
Then I did what I was damn good at—I made love to him. Only this wasn’t like the other men and women I’d been with before. This was my Felix. And with each thrust, I increased the intensity of our intimacy. Needing to chase the orgasm, but also needing him to come first, I snagged his cock in my hand. The thing was rock hard, and it took only a few quick tugs before he came, spilling his cum over my fingers and against my belly.
That was all I needed. Him contracting around me sent me into the stratosphere of pleasure and, within another heartbeat, I came. My entire body went rigid as I rode the waves of pleasure.
He pulled me down for yet another kiss.
Huh, he seemed to like this kissing thing. Was getting better at it as well. We needed more practice, of course.
As he ended the kiss, I eased my weight on him, slowly sliding my limp dick from him.
Grinning, he wrapped his arms around me. “All mine.”
“All yours.”
Later we could wipe ourselves down. Later we could pull up the sheet as the ceiling fan’s light breeze wicked away the heat. Later we could discuss the future and all the things we wanted to do together.
Right now, though, we could just settle into our love. “I love you.” I repeated the words when I wasn’t making love to him because he needed to know that sex wasn’t part of the equation.
“I love you too, Jacob. I think I always have and I know I always will.”
With a sense of security, I tucked my face into his neck and breathed his scent in. I’d never tire of him.
Best life ever.