Page 58 of Caught in His Sights

“You little…” I release my hold on him, but he clings to me like a monkey.

“It’s way too soon to know something like that.” He tightens his legs around me. “Give it a couple of weeks, and we can buy a test.”

“Then we have time to get married.” I grab his ass again and stride for the stairs.

“Wait, shouldn’t we be heading for the garage?” He rears up to point toward the kitchen. “The car is that way.”

“Sex tape first, then courthouse.” I drop him lower so our hard length grinds together. “We’re doing things in order, remember?”

Moaning, he ruts against my stomach.

“And then you can stand before the judge while stuffed full of my cum.”

He trembles in reaction.

God, I love how responsive he is.

“Hey, Oliver?” I breathe into his ear.

“Yes?” he whimpers.

“I love you, too.”

He jerks, and a warm spot dampens the front of my shirt.

“Oh, you naughty boy. Did you just come without me?” I stride into our bedroom and throw him down on the bed. “Someone needs to be punished.”

A blissful smile spreads over his face, and he reaches for the chain hidden behind the headboard, holding it out to me.

So fucking perfect, and mine. For the rest of our lives.

The next morning, Oliver stands at my side, cheeks flushed and trying not to wiggle as we wait our turn with the judge.

We lost track of time yesterday and missed the cutoff to get married last night, so I dragged him out of bed at dawn and dressed him in a suit I had overnighted before driving us to the courthouse to be there when the doors opened.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be the first of our generation to get hitched,” Damien mutters behind me. “Nolan is going to kill you for stealing the spotlight from him and Leo.”

“There’s still time to brother hop,” Liam whispers to Oliver.

My soon-to-be-husband leans against my side, panting softly. “Couldn’t we have chosen random strangers for witnesses?”

Chuckling, my hand drops to his ass beneath the fall of his suit jacket and rubs the plug buried deep inside his body. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit, sweetie?”

Trembling, he glares up at me and lets me take more of his weight. “I’m positive.”

The quiet murmurs of voices from the people who arrived after us fills the marble corridor, and I catch a few taking photos of us. The news will spread before we step out of the courthouse, so plenty of media vans should be out front to capture our big day on camera and make it go viral.

Oliver adjusts the collar of his suit as sweat trickles down his temple.

Relenting, I stop toying with him and weave my fingers through his. The warmth of his hand is just as good as having him panting with desire for me.

The door to the courtroom creaks open, and a clerk steps out, her shoes clicking against the tiles. “Oliver Kent and Caleb Rockford, we’re ready for you.”

A stir rises from the people behind us as those who didn’t recognize me by sight hear my name.

We walk forward, and I take a deep breath, the cool, slightly musty air filling my lungs. My brothers fall in step, bringing up the rear as we enter the room, the sound of our footsteps softened by the carpeted floor. The modest room holds three rows of wooden pews for seating and a simple desk at the front where a woman in a black robe stands waiting.

The judge’s eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles and gestures for us to approach. “Welcome. Are we ready to proceed?”

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