Chapter Thirteen #2
A humming sound came from the back of Fabrice’s throat as Kirkland conditioned his hair.
“Gentle peace.” The answer surprised Kirkland.
Fabrice didn’t stop there. “When you look at me, you’ve always had a flash of desperation in your eyes.
I knew you felt the same for me as I have always felt for you.
Even though I teased you about running the household, I saw how you were really only trying to make my life easier.
You never stepped in with suggestions or whatnot with any other place in the house.
Just me. All those early morning conversations and late dinners filled my life with something I crave a little more every day.
This sounds like I’m saying a lot of me, me, me, but I always had the feeling I brought you the same completion you brought to my life.
I recognize how trite it sounds, but you complete me.
You are my other half, likely my better half. ”
Kirkland’s throat swelled. “You’re not wrong about us making one whole. Every time I’ve ever had to leave your company, I feel as if I left a piece of myself behind.” Maybe that was why he hadn’t known himself. He was full of holes without Fabrice.
Fabrice twisted and straddled Kirkland the moment Kirkland finished with his hair.
He wrapped his arms around Kirkland’s neck and held his stare.
“When I found you gone tonight, it was as if my heart had been ripped from my chest. I couldn’t think.
Everything was a haze. All because you were missing from me. ”
Kirkland felt like shit all over again. He knew he had handled things poorly. “Again, I’m so sorry.”
Fabrice shook his head. “I didn’t tell you that to make you feel bad.
I said that so I can say this: even if I knew one of us only had a day left to live, I would still have married you.
If I knew you would only live another month and leave me ripped to pieces without you, I still wouldn’t change a thing.
Being your husband is the best part of me.
You’re amazing. The way your life has changed has to be like trying to find yourself all over again.
I know you’ve pretended for years to be someone else to keep yourself safe.
But did it occur to you, maybe you’re not pretending?
Has faking a whole personality and whatnot been hard?
Or is being the quiet, detail-oriented tyrant of a boss who you are?
Maybe you’ve never been young at heart. You said you chafed against childhood.
Have you considered that you maybe never had a young soul?
I’m sure plenty of people, including me, have pointed out you’re not an old man.
You’re still young and can do all the things a man your real age can do.
Have you considered the possibility that the reason that leaves you feeling so confused is that: just because you can, doesn’t mean you want to.
You’re allowed to be a stodgy human in old man suits with immaculate posture and a haughty tone.
I still fell in love with that guy. I’ll always love every aspect of you.
Maybe you never lost yourself. You just let peer pressure convince you otherwise. ”
Well, shit. Kirkland hadn’t considered that. He had been so determined to age backwards to win Fabrice he hadn’t stopped long enough to realize he had already won Fabrice.
A smile stretched Kirkland’s lips. “Does this mean I get to go back to my comfortable dress pants and ditch the coarse jeans? I’ll keep the shirts. I’m big enough to admit I find those more comfortable.”
Fabrice laughed. His smile was huge. “You’re allowed to wear whatever the fuck you want. I fell in love with your heart, not your pants.” He scooted closer, teasing Kirkland with his seductive look. “However, I also very much like what’s under those pants.”
“God, how did I get so lucky?”
Fabrice didn’t answer. He skimmed his lips across Kirkland’s, tempting him into a deeper kiss.
The tub made a sound, and the water drained around them.
The lower the water got, the lower Fabrice’s kisses went.
When he licked a line down Kirkland’s torso, the back of Kirkland’s head hit the edge of the tub.
He took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling as Fabrice’s hot mouth swallowed Kirkland’s dick.
There was no way he would last long. He never did when Fabrice sucked him.
Fabrice always treated Kirkland as if he was a meal and Fabrice was starved.
There was no doubt Fabrice enjoyed the act.
Knowing he liked it was too sexy to resist.
A moan vibrated from him as Fabrice’s throat tightened around him.
When Fabrice made a sound like a decadent treat hit his tongue, Kirkland couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer.
He was too lost in the way Fabrice licked and sucked.
As always, he couldn’t control the sounds he made or the way his hips lifted, chasing that mouth.
Cold air hit his wet skin, and he swore steam rose.
He felt like a furnace ready to blow. Fabrice showed no mercy.
He bobbed on Kirkland, giving everything he had.
Kirkland strained toward the edge. Heaven was within sight.
When the first spasm hit, a sound escaped Kirkland he wasn’t sure he had ever made before.
He pulled a muscle in his neck with the force of the way his body jackknifed under Fabrice.
“Mhmm. Delicious.”
“Fuck.” That was all Kirkland had. He wasn’t coherent in any other way. “I love you.”
Fabrice kissed his way back to Kirkland’s mouth. He chuckled against Kirkland’s lips. “That was just a sample. I hope you’re ready for a long night and a three-course dinner.”