Page 59 of For the Love of the Lawyer

Mickey picked up Kayley, placing her on the counter as they heard movement from a back room, likely prompted by the tinkling bell over the front door. A man came through a door with a large bucket of white carnations.

"Hello.”

The man greeted them cheerfully before he walked to the refrigerated case and placed the bucket inside. He pulled one flower out and walked behind the counter, breaking the long stem in half before he handed it to Kayley.

"A pretty flower for a pretty young lady. How may I help you?" The man smiled at Kayley.

Mickey judged the man to be about forty. His skin was tanned, but he didn't have a sun-ravaged look, so it was hard to tell how old he was exactly. There was silver in his dark hair, and when he smiled, there were crinkles around his eyes. Mickey thought the man was damn handsome.

"We're here to pick up an order for Collins—or maybe Moran. I'm not sure. It's centerpieces and some pin-on things, I think, for a weddin' rehearsal dinner.” Mickey wasn’t sure about the arrangements. He just wanted to help.

Danny laughed. "They're called boutonnieres, Mick, and there should be corsages for the mothers.”

"Pardon me, mon-sour.” Mickey loved teasing Danny because the guy was so easily pissed off.

Mickey turned to the Hispanic man with the handsome face and bright smile. "I believe you told us your van was in an accident. Tim asked us to get the flowers.”

"Ah, yes. Phil!" The man called for someone, and it startled Kayley, who dropped her flower. When a hunky man slowly walked out from the back, Mickey was stunned.

The guy was as big as Matt Collins, but he had bronzed skin, dark hair, and sparkling eyes. His longer hair was pulled back into a leather wrap, revealing a bit of scarring on the side of his neck, but the smile on his face made him look like a model for a men’s fitness magazine.

"Hello. What can I do for you?" The man’s gaze settled on Kayley, who was holding the carnation again, though the stem was broken. He walked a bit closer, offering her a smile.

Kayley said nothing, though her eyes held steady on the man. “How about I fix this?” He took the flower and pulled off the stem, sliding the blossom behind her right ear. He chuckled before he pinched her cheek, bringing a smile.

The other man cleared his throat as Mickey stood nearby. "These folks are here for the Moran order. You finished?" Mickey turned to look at Danny, seeing his face a bright red as he studied the countertop.

"Sure. I'll bring them out the back if you'll pull around to the door," Phil told them. As he walked away, Mickey heard an odd, clicking sound. He noticed the man seemed to favor his left leg, but when he looked up, he noticed the other man staring at him, so he smiled and grabbed Kayley off the counter to head out to the crew cab.

Mickey had the feeling he might be seeing a side of Danny Johnson the man rarely exposed. He wasn't going to point it out or make a big deal out of it. He just hoped his friend could work through his issues and finally find some happiness for himself. He believed Danny deserved it.

"Harder, Jonny!" Mickey pleaded in a harsh whisper. The rehearsal dinner was over, and those who were spending the night at the Circle C were in bed. Mickey had checked on Kayley and Megan, seeing they'd chosen to sleep in the bottom twin bunk along with a whole bunch of stuffed animals Danny brought over for Kayley. They both had cute smiles on their sleepy faces when they were choosing their bedmates, and after Rocky read them a story, they both went to sleep easily.

After the boys were settled downstairs, Mickey and Jon had taken a quiet shower together, and they were finally catching up on the missed time—aka missed sex. When Mickey was in Richmond, they were both so paranoid the kids would hear them, they just tangled together in bed and held each other. They were afraid to try anything more for fear of traumatizing Terrence and Megan, especially since they weren't certain how Terrence felt about homosexuals. He'd kept his feelings to himself, and they respected his opinion, so they’d kept everything G-rated.

During the festivities surrounding the rehearsal dinner, Mickey didn't take his eyes off Jon, and his skin burned to feel Jon's touch, outside and inside. That was why they were on the floor, Mickey on all fours with Jon behind him. Tim and Matt had switched out a double bed from downstairs for the old twinin Rocky's room after he and Ryan stopped sharing a room, and the damn thing creaked when they first got into it. They were both petrified it would wake the girls who were next door.

"God, baby, I'm trying to hold off. Stroke your cock, Mickey. Come with me. I wanna feel you clamp down on me when you shoot," Jon whispered into Mickey's ear as they fucked harder, sweat pouring off them despite the air-conditioning.

"I want you to suck me off after you come," Mickey whispered in response, trying to hold off himself. The feel of Jon's mouth on his hard cock was too good to pass up, so he wouldn't.

"O-Oh, God! I'm coming," Jon hissed as he released inside the condom. Mickey wanted them to get tested so they could do away with condoms, but he felt maybe he was jumping the gun. Jon hadn't intimated he was ready for more than just dating and based on what Mick had gleaned about the guy, he wasn't the serious type. Being in love was one thing—being in a monogamous, committed relationship was likely a step Jon wasn’t interested in taking.

After Jon sucked him down his throat and swallowed everything Mickey had to give, the two of them settled on the bed with Mickey's head resting on Jon's sparse chest hair. Mickey loved to tug at the short, curly hair with his teeth because it made Jon laugh and squirm.

"I've missed ya," Mickey told his lover. Jon rested his left hand on Mickey’s back, pulling him closer.

"I've missed you too, Mick. Damn, I hate fuckin' on the floor. My old bones are aching.” Mickey vowed to himself to wake his man with a blow job to maybe ease the aches in the morning.

The two of them snuck into the bathroom down the hall to clean up. When they returned and settled into bed, Jon turned to rest his head on his hand as he studied Mickey.

"I picked up your suit. It's going to look amazing on you. You should see the dress Karen bought for Megan. Of course, I forcedTerry to get a pair of slacks and a jacket, but he balked at the tie. Do you think Tim and Matt will be upset?"

Jon had taken Mickey to his favorite menswear shop to buy a new suit during Mickey's first visit to Richmond. The Italian tailor had measured Mickey as intimately as any doctor had ever examined him, and Jon had laughed as he watched the contortions on Mickey's face. “I feel violated,” Mickey had told him, earning him another big laugh.

Thinking about the clothing issue reminded Mickey of the arguments at breakfast regarding the proper attire for the wedding. He was making pancakes and sausage as Matt and the boys were sitting at the table. Tim had to go to the feedstore to work with Dean on a problem with the inventory program, and Mickey could tell Matt was pissed at his sons.

"This suit bullshit y'all are arguin' about with Tim? You're wearin' a suit, Ryan Earl. Rocky, son, you're gonna wear one as well. This is Tim's first and only weddin', and we're gonna make it special for him. Gramma is takin' the two of you to Roanoke to get new ones, and you'll both behave like gentlemen, or we ain't goin' on the honeymoon y'all picked. I'll put the two of ya to work at Arlin Murphy's farm scoopin' up cowshit on fifty acres while I take Tim to the Bahamas. So, what are y'all gonna do this afternoon?" Matt demanded.

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