Page 28 of Fighting Fate
Baylor sat up and wrapped his arms around Chipper’s waist. He buried his face against his stomach. “I know. Every day, I woke up with that same emptiness and took it to bed every night. I’ll never let you feel that way again.”
Baylor got him in a way no one else ever had. He held the back of Baylor’s head. “I should’ve known you would be the one to ask and save me. You already shocked the hell out of me by telling me you love me first.”
Baylor jerked back. “What?” He looked adorably outraged. “You said it first.”
Chipper shook his head as he crawled onto the bed, forcing Baylor onto his back. “Nope. I yelled that I chose you because I decided at that moment to retire. You yelled back that you love me.”
Baylor looked dumbfounded. “No.” The horror in his voice was hilarious. “Go back in time and say it first. You’re already too cocky.”
Chipper snorted. He nuzzled Baylor’s neck. “Nope. It’s too late. You have to suck it up and live with it. I did all the psycho chasing. You can handle being the first to admit this is love. It’s only fair.”
Baylor sniffed as obnoxiously as possible. “I suppose I can handle people hearing I was first, as long as they also know you kidnapped me.”
Chipper laughed so hard, no sound emerged. He kissed Baylor’s neck. “He loveeees me,” Chipper sang, teasing him.
Baylor cupped his head and lifted his hips as if seeking relief. “He really does.”
The mood changed. Chipper kissed a path down Baylor’s body while tearing open the front of his jeans. He needed Baylor’s dick in his mouth. Chipper barely set Baylor’s erection free before he swallowed it. This man intended to marry Chipper. Chipper would never let him regret it. He followed the sounds Baylor made, giving him all the pleasure he could want. Chipper also used the distraction to peel the pants off his body. He felt around blindly for the lube. Between the lube and his spit, he got Baylor as wet as possible. He fingered him, stretching and toying with the hot button he knew Baylor loved. The moment Baylor tensed, Chipper shot upward and shoved his way inside. He had to feel Baylor’s orgasm on his dick. Chipper finished him with his hand and savored the sensation of Baylor’s body milking him. This body now belonged to him. He was scared as hell to watch this slip away. Chipper was completely in his feelings as he pumped inside Baylor.
“Blow for me, sexy. Fill me with cum. You’re so fucking hot when you come.”
He was so close. Chipper had to taste Baylor’s tongue. He sucked it as his body tensed. He strained so hard, he expected his mind to snap. Instead, he saw the future as so much ecstasy raced through him he nearly passed out. They would have a beautiful life. A wedding and kids. Chipper thought he would make an amazing stay-at-home dad while Baylor kept his business going…at a much slower pace. They would travel the world. Chipper would homeschool so they were never trapped to a schedule. The desperation he felt for that life was next level. He couldn’t stop kissing Baylor and trying to will it all to be true.
Cum leaked from Baylor as Chipper pulled out. He had gotten carried away and forgotten a condom. Baylor had begged for his cum, so he wouldn’t sweat it. Not to mention, they’d had the whole been tested conversation already. And they were getting fucking married. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops.
“I’ll have a family.” Even Chipper heard the wonder in his voice.
“Me too.”
Until Baylor said the words, he hadn’t fully considered that aspect. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought about what Baylor would gain. Maybe he had been too focused on what Baylor had lost. Either way, they would fill each other’s lives with love.
Chipper rolled to his side and pulled Baylor as close as possible, snuggling him.
“Zander has close ties to some sort of adoption agency. It deals in kids coming from the worst circumstances—like Rhorey. In fact, that’s how Corey and Rhett ended up with him. Maybe, when you’re ready, we can—”
Chipper found himself underneath Baylor. Baylor’s tongue fought with his. By the time Baylor pulled away, Chipper felt like he had run a marathon. His chest heaved, fighting for breath through the love and lust.
Baylor rested his forehead against Chipper’s. He stared into Chipper’s eyes. “You’re perfect. I’d love to fill our house with kids. But maybe let’s wait until we’ve had a little time alone.”
Chipper squeezed Baylor’s ass. “All right. I do like having you alone.”
Baylor sat back on his heels and peeled off his shirt, making Chipper realize he still wore half his clothes. He had been beyond desperate to get inside Baylor.
“You always have me rushing to have you. One of these days, I might get to make love to you slowly, torturing you.”
Baylor settled on his chest. “Maybe. I mean, we have the rest of our lives. It has to happen eventually, right?”
Damn. They really did. Chipper would get to love Baylor in every way he ever fantasized. He would get to hold him every night. “I can’t wait to marry you.”
Baylor’s sexy green eyes flipped upward and met his stare. “Same.”
They shared a heated look. Before meeting Baylor, he hadn’t realized people just knew when they met their other half. There was no doubt. Every moment together felt comfortable and right—like they had known each other forever. He had zero doubt it would always be this way between them. Chipper would hold Baylor just like this for the rest of his life. They would talk about their day. Share their dreams and then help each other achieve them. Chipper knew now what he had been missing his entire life. Now that he found it, Chipper would never let Baylor go.
Chapter Eleven
Baylorhadplannedthousandsof weddings. Putting one together with Chipper was an adventure. Chipper had… ideas. They all made Baylor laugh. Sometimes, he let Chipper win. He had already agreed to hire a tattoo artist for the reception and set up a bouncy castle. They would also have lawn games along with an adult ball pit. Baylor knew Chipper had a childlike personality. A carnival-style wedding fit him perfectly. Plus, Chipper would never do anything like everyone else. He wanted their wedding to stand out in people’s memories. Baylor wanted that too, but he had only given in to the tattoo artist when Chipper said he wanted to be the one to get the first one that day: Baylor’s name along with their wedding date. Chipper kept him smiling.
Zander had offered his enormous compound of a house as a venue. Baylor spent way too much time invading the man’s home, trying to figure out logistics. Narrowing down the guest list would be the death of him. He wanted all their friends to come. Baylor equally wanted to keep it reasonable. It was Zander’s home, after all. He didn’t want the place to be overrun. Plus, Zander planned to provide security. He knew Zander could afford it, but he still hoped to keep that expense down as much as possible. Baylor also prayed the weather cooperated for the day. He planned to keep everyone outside. Zander’s backyard was the perfect size, and it faced the beach. The pictures would be top tier. Baylor focused on everything under the sun to keep himself sane. His nerves were bad, but the excitement also had him ready to scream. Baylor wanted to be married right now. Nothing happened fast enough for him.
