Page 45 of Duke of Ruin

“It’s amazing,” Eli continues as he watches Angelica play.

“It’s perfect,” Noah agrees, and they settle into content silence again.

They watch the little girl happily play on the beach for a little while longer before heading home for dinner. It’s a simple meal, in a simple cabin, in a simple life; all full of happiness and contentment. They put Angelica to bed and stand at her doorway for a moment, watching her sleep peacefully.

“So we’re officially going to be parents,” Noah muses softly, and Eli turns to him.

“I know.” Eli’s eyes mist over. “It’s taken almost a year, but she’s really ours.” They softly close the door and head to their bedroom. They go through their usual nighttime routine, but there’s something more in the air tonight. Perhaps it’s the excitement of finally being able to adopt Angelica, or maybe it’s the weight of their past finally releasing from their shoulders. Noah and Eli used to be enemies, two pawns on opposite sides of a war they had no control over, and though it took years, they’re finally free. They no longer look over their shoulders or worry about someone coming after them in some half-cocked vendetta.

Noah is already in bed when Eli emerges from the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts, and Noah’s eyes instantly darken. Eli catches Noah’s expression, and his lips curl into a smile as he flexes, showing off his muscular frame, and Noah bites his lip. Eli presses his lips against Noah’s, and they pull each other closer.

Eli leans back and traces his fingers over the lines on Noah’s face. They’re deeper now, more defined, but more beautiful than ever. Noah pulls him into another kiss, and his dick hardens. Eli is just as sexy now as he ever was, if not more. He’s happy, authentic, and carefree. Noah’s fingers trace over the planes of Eli’s chest and abs, trailing over his tented boxers. Noah’s lips curl into a grin as he slips his hand beneath Eli’s waistband and wraps his fingers around Eli’s hard cock.

Eli slips out of his boxers and rolls to face Noah, pressing his body against him. He runs his hands over Noah’s back, sliding down his hips and around his manhood. They slowly roll against each other, keeping their moans soft. They build each other closer to climax as everything crystalizes around them—their home, their lives, their family. Everything comes into focus as they climb higher and higher. Noah reaches climax first, spurting onto Eli’s hand and stomach, which sends him over the edge. They stay in their intimate position, their foreheads pressed together in perfect bliss.

“I love you, Eli,” Noah says softly.

“I love you, too, Noah,” Eli whispers.

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