Page 48 of The Marriage Policy

“Fuck no. I would never do that to my husband.”

He sighs again. “That’s what worries me! That you’re sacrificing so much for my stupid idea.”

“I’m not sacrificing anything. I’m going to have lots of guy sex with you. It’ll be awesome.”

“Please be serious, Eric.”

Yeah, he’s right. I get it. Reaching over, I put my hand on his arm. “I don’t want to have sex with anyone else, but if I do, I’ll tell you, okay? How’s that?” He nods, and I continue, “But you have to tell me too.”

“That’s not going to happen, but sure. I’m done with men.”

“Um…”

“You know what I mean. You’re Eric. You don’t count.”

Funny how much I like the idea of not counting, of being different for him. “Awesome. This is going to be a blast. And no matter what, we’ll be okay, D. Nothing will ever change between us. I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

I look out into his yard, wishing we were out in the sun rather than under his patio cover. “I’m surprised I don’t feel stickier. Our jizz was all over me.”

“I cleaned you off. You’ve always slept like the dead.”

“Aww. I love my husband. I’ll cook you dinner tonight as a thank-you.”

“We can cook together,” he suggests.

“How is that a thank-you, then?”

“Because I like doing things with you, and you’re giving me a life skill I’m still not very good at.”

“You, my friend, are definitely a terrible cook.”

He looks at me with a playful grin. “I guess it’s a good thing I have you.”

“The best thing.” It must be true because having Donovan in my life is the best thing for me as well.

*

My two favoritethings about the past couple of weeks are: getting rid of my stupid fucking crutches so I can walk in my boot, and all the jerking and rubbing off on each other Donovan and I have been doing. I can’t keep my hands off him. I’ve never considered touching anyone’s dick, and now I’m always thinking about the feel of his hot, hard shaft against my palm.

I absolutely love jerking him off, and it’s amazing when he does it to me too, but my favorite thing is when we’re making out, one of us on top of the other and rutting like crazy until we shoot our loads. Sometimes I’ll just roll over in the middle of the night, and he automatically turns toward me, our lips meeting, hands on dicks, going at it like the horny sons of bitches we clearly are.

While Donovan has been vocal about things like being mostly a bottom, I’ve always known that hooking up often has never been something Donovan was into. I never knew how much he really liked sex, but if how much we come together is any indication, he really loves it…at least with me.

Being married is fucking great. If I’d known it could be this much fun, maybe I would have done it earlier, but then, being married to anyone else wouldn’t be the same.

Donovan is at work today, and I’m sitting at home, bored again. I go into his room and tug the sheets off the bed—they’re a cummy mess—and throw them into the washer. We’ve been sleeping in his room every night. Not that sleeping in the same bed is anything new. We used to do it when we were kids, and now we’re doing it when we’re married.

I head back into the living room with my laptop and start a search for jobs. I’ve been looking up possible positions every day, but the ones I’ve called haven’t been interested in even talking to me because of my broken ankle. I understand why, but I also can’t help feeling restless. I miss being busy, and I don’t ever want to feel like I’m taking advantage of Donovan.

Sometimes I wish I were more like him. I love what I do, but landscaping isn’t the same for me as nursing is for him. He’s been at the same hospital since he got out of nursing school, while I’ve bounced around from job to job. I want…I don’t know, to be more than the grunt man who follows orders. It’s partly why I took the job with Cliff. I knew he would give me more responsibility because, well, because he’s a lazy asshole, and he did, but it still felt the same as just working for someone. I’ve considered trying to open my own business, but as cool as it would be, I quickly squashed that idea. I wouldn’t be smart enough for that.

I manage to keep busy all day, probably because I get more anxious the later it gets. Rylan got us tickets to his preseason game tonight, and it feels like forever since we’ve gone out with our friends, and…wow, how do I sound so married already?

As soon as Donovan comes through the door, I’m grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hallway.

“I waited for you before I took a shower.”

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