Chapter 23
Logan
I’m freezing but shell-shocked with excitement when our happy, muddy family walks through the door.
Liquid joy flows through my veins whenever I think about Kyle being mine.
I don’t even know if my heart can take this much love.
If he were a hat, I’d wear it every day.
If he were my horse, I’d never leave the saddle.
If he were a juicy steak, he’d be my favorite meal, and I’d gorge on him morning, noon, and night.
And he wants me. After all I’ve put him through, he still wants me.
I can’t help but give him a wet kiss as soon as we lock the door.
It’s been so long—a whole two months of staying chaste—and now I can’t keep my eyes off him.
He gets to his toes, embraces my neck, and kisses me back with such sweetness I want to put him over my shoulder and go to bed, but we’re all freezing, and dirty, and since we needed to wait over thirty minutes for the tow truck, it’s gotten pretty late too.
Jekyll seems fine, though he currently resembles a troll rather than an Australian shepherd, and he barks, trying to get in on the hug.
“Let’s get him in the shower, hm?” I say and pick up Jekyll, because otherwise, he might get the bright idea of shaking off all the mud in my bedroom.
My heart is thudding like mad. I know what I did in the woods was absurd, but I never felt more certain about my love for another person. Even with Kayla years ago, we were kids, and while I adored her, I didn’t know what marriage would really entail.
But despite all my fears, despite the fact that our relationship started with Kyle cheating on my cousin, I am ready to take a leap of faith and trust him with my heart.
He might be young and a bit naive, but I’ve never met anyone more compassionate and kind than him.
He expressed those qualities by taking care of me, and while I love my homemade lunches, what I really treasure is the thought behind them.
I want to spend my life with him and cherish him the way he does me.
“I’m so cold,” Kyle says, shoving off his shoes, and then the rest of his clothes before rushing down the hallway completely naked.
“Let’s get you into the shower then!” I laugh, turning into my bedroom.
The mud trail will have to wait. It might be an inappropriate thing to imagine while holding the dog, but all I can think of is that I will finally get to touch him, see him naked, kiss him, and fuck him the way I could have for weeks now if my head wasn’t so deep up my own ass.
Then again, we will never know. Maybe this time of chaste bonding was what we needed?
I’m glad it’s over anyway.
Kyle is already starting the shower when I enter and shut the door with my foot.
He flashes me a wide grin. “Come’ere.”
“Fuck. I can finally say it again. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
I put Jekyll down and of course the first thing the beast does is shake off the dirt clinging to his fur. Oh well. At least there are tiles here. I’m too busy taking my mud-soaked clothes off to care.
Kyle walks up to me and grabs my belt, opening it in efficient moves. Just feeling him tug at me like this is a turn-on, and I lean down for another kiss, but he escapes and turns around to present his buttocks. “Are you sure? Is this what you wanted?”
I groan and grab them with relief pooling in my stomach. “Jesus Christ. These were sculpted by angels. You’ve got no idea how you made me suffer all those weeks. Or rather, you knew exactly what you were doing.”
Kyle looks at me over his shoulder and rocks his hips to the sides, making his buttocks flex ever-so-slightly for my viewing pleasure.
“Someone in heaven really likes you then,” he says before stepping out of my reach, under the water, and whistles to call Jekyll over.
The dog runs between my legs and joins his master in the warm drizzle.
I can’t get my shoes and pants off fast enough, and once I’m in my birthday suit, I realize I’ve never been naked with him.
We’ve always had some combination of clothes on.
Not only am I seeing all of him for the first time, but he’s getting all of me too.
I’m a confident guy and it gives me a thrill to show off for my future husband, so I spread my arms and make a slow turn.
“I’d say you’ve been blessed as well.”
He takes me in with a flush spreading over his cheeks and reaches for me in a slow move, as if he’s suddenly gone shy. “I just keep thinking how unhappy I’d be if you never came over for a ride that night.”
I smile at him, and step under the hot shower to hug him. I can’t believe he promised himself to me, and in a bout of excitement, I pick him up by the ass and twirl.
“Ride of my life,” I whisper into his ear as Jekyll dances around us in the water, giddy to be damp with something warm for a change.
Kyle locks his heels behind me and holds on to my neck, gasping as our eyes meet. He’s tall and toned, which makes him quite heavy, but I want him to see that I can and will pick him up if I want to.
“Yeah?” he whispers, entranced by my eyes.
“You’ve got no idea. I fell in love with your ass before I even saw your face,” I tease and bite his ear, making him tremble. His weight starts to become a strain at this point, so I push him against the damp wall and kiss his neck.
“It’s so weird,” Kyle says softly, playing with the hair at the back of my head. “But I never thought what might make me attractive to guys. Now I’m starting to think that while I’m a straight seven, I might just be a gay nine,” he says and winks at me.
I laugh but have to put him down because my ankle is starting to complain.
I never let go of him though. “Baby, you’re the jackpot to me.
And not just because you’ve got the perfect ass.
You’re so… lovely. And honest. Insatiable in bed.
Open heart, open legs.” I grin and kiss him, unable to get enough.
I can’t even be bothered to wash just yet and let the flow of water take some of the mud off.
He cocks his head. “Really? Insatiable? How can you know that after only sleeping with me three times?” he asks, reminding me that it’s been two months since the blowjob he gave me on his first night here.
“I remember. I remember you being so greedy for it. How you couldn’t get enough of my dick. And then you got that fucking dildo and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.” I groan and wrap my arms around him.
He wiggles his brows, not at all self-conscious or embarrassed when he strokes my body, trying to learn every ridge, every contour. No one’s touch ever felt this perfect. “Oh, it’s gotten a lot of use, fiancé. Having you around is making me incredibly horny,” he says.
I know I need to stop this before my cock hardens.
“Fuck… Kyle… We gotta wash the dog. Marriage comes with duties, you know.” Pulling away from him is almost painful, but I enjoy watching his muscular form.
Mine forever. I can hardly believe my luck.
Kyle chuckles and looks down at the smiling beast. “Should we do that? Do you want to be clean and stink up the house with wet fur? Yes, you do,” he says and reaches for the pet shampoo.
I grab the human one and squirt it on his head as he starts working the foam into dog fur.
“Let’s get you clean, so you don’t make my pillows dirty. Good boy!” I coo to him, high on love.
He shows me his tongue. Everything about him is perfection, even though he is so very different from the man I first met. It’s as if being around me, free of the pressures of his family and friends, free of needing to be the guy everyone expected him to be, allowed him to finally be himself.
There’s no point in stalling, so once we’re all clean and as dry as possible with fur as thick and long as Jekyll’s, the three of us leave the bathroom.
I can’t help but follow the gentle sway of Kyle’s ass with my gaze as he folds my throw and tosses it on the floor for Jekyll to sleep on. Maybe I should scold him for it, but I don’t think either of us has the patience to bring the doggie blanket from the living room.
Kissing Kyle again makes me so happy it’s like I’m floating on clouds. “Do you think you’ll be able to give up the couch for this lousy bed?” I ask, running my fingers through his wet hair.
Kyle shrugs and rolls to the middle of the mattress, staring at me like an experienced seductor. “How will you convince me to lower my standards like that?”
“Oh, I’ve got my ways.” I chuckle and follow him. I wish I didn’t have to blink, just so I could continuously stare at him. “I might just threaten to take away your dildo.” As soon as I’m on the comforter with him, I run my fingers down his thighs, enamoured with his nakedness.
Kyle opens his mouth, gasping as my fingers trail up his hair-dusted skin. His cock is starting to harden against his stomach as he stretches, presenting me his tanned form. “You’d have to replace it with something.”
I kiss his bottom lip with a smile. “I can think of something thick and hard, just for you. But I’d love to see you use that toy some time. You could ride it as you suck me…”
I love the frank, dirty conversations I can have with him. He’s eager and sexual without a hint of coyness. And when I lean over him, he strokes his way down my stomach, all the way to my stiffening cock.
“Darling, we could even do that now.”
Something flutters inside me at him calling me darling. I’ve been missing the kind of tender affection he’s so happy to give. I glance at the ring on his finger, and suddenly decide I can wait that bit longer.
I grab his wrist with a grin. “Not so fast. Not before we’re married.” I might be rethinking that by tomorrow. Or even consider it a mistake two hours from now, but I’m not an animal.
Kyle chuckles. “Um... what?” And while he’s smiling, his gaze is already hungry for me. He does not want to wait anymore.
Which kinda makes my idea torturously delicious. “Elope with me,” I say, looking into those big brown eyes with the most beautiful black eyelashes. “Tomorrow.”
He freezes, only to chuckle again. “You’re crazy!” But his eyes shine as if there were whole galaxies spinning inside them.
I grab his hand and kiss the stolen ring on his little finger. “Just you and me.”
His smile softens as he hugs me, and I feel loved in ways I have never been before. We’re perfect together, and I don’t want my fears to hold us back a moment longer.