Page 84 of Loving You

Monty grimaced at him, but when Bronx tried to pull his hand away, Monty whined, and Bronx felt a rush of affection race through him. He would never stop wanting this man in every way it was possible to want him.

He leaned over and kissed the spot on his neck where he could see Monty’s racing pulse. “What were you saying?”

“It riles me up,” Monty said, his voice barely a whisper. He loved having his neck kissed—something Bronx had discovered and had started exploiting. A lot. “It doesn’t calm me down.”

Bronx gently pulled the dildo out of Monty’s ass, dropping it into the sink before spinning him around and lifting his leg. He toyed with the end of Monty’s untouched cock, drinking in his moans as he played with his slit.

“It helps you focus on anything other than what you’re stressed about,” Bronx said. “And I like being the one who can do that for you. I love being the one who makes you fall apart.”

Monty swallowed heavily, putting his arms behind him so Bronx could lift him onto the edge of the counter. Notching the head of his cock against Monty’s hole, Bronx thrust once, sliding in past the rim. “It’s never as good as when you’re inside me,” Monty murmured.

Bronx kissed him for that, wet, hot tongue thrusting into his mouth. When Monty was shaking again, Bronx began to fuck him in earnest, sending him crashing against the mirror, but neither of them cared. This was their house, after all.

Theirs. Together.

It had been eighteen long months of learning each other, of deciding what was too fast and too slow. Both of them were too nervous to admit that they wanted more—that they didn’t want to wait until it looked right to everyone else.

So they took the leap, and now they were half an hour before the first guest was meant to arrive at their housewarming party.

“How long until Lucas is back?” Monty asked, his voice thready.

“He’s here, but he and Marc have the truck out front. When I sent you in here, there were already a few neighbors lined up to get some food.”

Monty started to laugh, but it trailed off on a groan as Bronx hit him right at the perfect angle. His face paled, eyes shut, lips parted on his breath. He looked like he was ascending, and Bronx was overwhelmed by just how perfect his lover was.

“Marry me.”

Monty’s eyes flew open. “You’re asking me thatnow?”

“I’ve been killing myself not asking you for months now. I can’t hold it in. I don’t care if we don’t make it legal. I know you’ve seen the worst of the worst, but I love you, and I?—”

“Yes,” Monty gasped. His ass spasmed around Bronx, and then he let out a thready groan as he came all over himself.

Bronx stared down, wide-eyed, as he watched Monty’s untouched dick twitch. “Did you just?—”

“Sorry.”

Bronx kissed him quiet. “Never, ever be sorry. Not ever. You are so fucking perfect. You are the love of my life, Montez. My only regret is that I didn’t find you sooner.”

Monty squeezed down around Bronx, surging into another kiss, and Bronx chased his orgasm, spilling deep in his beloved, marking him from the inside. He gasped, pressing his face against Monty’s neck and holding him in case Monty lost consciousness.

He didn’t. He clung back tightly, present and kissing Bronx on the side of his temple.

“Say yes again,” Bronx murmured after a beat. He turned, propping his chin up on Monty’s chest.

Monty smiled down at him. “Yes.”

Bronx kissed him. “Yes?”

Monty kissed back. “Ouais, mon chéri. Yes.”

“You have come on your arm,” Adele murmured into Bronx’s ear.

He glanced down, and sure enough, there was a smear that would be obvious to anyone who’d experienced it. He picked at it until it flaked off. “Wonderful.”

“Still in the honeymoon phase,” Adele said. He slung his arm around Bronx’s shoulders, but his gaze was across the lawn, fixed on Kash, who was sitting in a chair talking to Bowen. He’d come in walking with a cane, and everyone had been too polite to ask what it was and how bad it was.

“Yeah. And pretty soon, we’ll be on our actual honeymoon,” Bronx said.

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