Page 149 of Covenant

Amusement shines in Wyatt’s eyes. “Be quiet, you. I’m proposing that we start over. No secrets. No lies. I propose that we allow ourselves to be in love the way we should have all those years ago.”

Just like that, I’m crying again.

“I propose that I fight for us every day,” Wy continues, his voice cracking. “That I move back in and come back to Lawson and Buckingham so we don’t have to spend time apart. That I take over the garden until Corbin grumps about it. I propose that I spend every night in your bed. That we always set our alarm an hour earlier than needed. I propose that I help you put yourself first, the way you have always done for me. And then, when the time is right,” his throat bobs as he lifts the ring a little higher. “I propose that we exchange your current ring for this one. I propose we do this knowing that this time, there’s no end date. That it’s me and you. Until death do us part.”

Someone gives a rather undignified squeal, and I realize that all of my brothers have gathered at the door of the patio. Even Jackson is there, peering over Dalton’s shoulder as they wait for me to answer.

“So what do you say?” Wyatt asks, snapping my attention back to him. Where it belongs. Love and hope dance in his eyes. “I dare you, Matt. I dare you to love me forever.”

“Yes,” I croak, my hands going to his jacket and using it to haul him to his feet. “Yes,” I repeat. “Always fucking yes.”

And then I slam my mouth to his.

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WYATT

Oh my god, I’m kissing him. The darkness finally recedes, chased away by the feel of Matthias. His tongue is pressed into my mouth and his fingers are curling against my jacket, holding me to him. I can taste the salty tears on his lips and I lick them away.

No more crying. No more.

Matthias gives a low groan and that sound ignites something inside of me. Hell, who am I kidding? Just touching his jaw had me nearly panting, and now his lips are on mine and I can taste him.

It’s so much. It’s not enough.

“I missed you,” I whisper as I trail my lips down his neck, hearing him gasp as I bite down on him roughly. “I fucking missed you.”

“Me too,” he moans, our hips colliding as we try desperately to get closer. I’d climb inside his skin if I could. He’s as hard as I am. Of course we are. It’s felt like an eternity since we’ve been together, since I’ve felt him like this.

“Let’s get somewhere quieter,” I say, all too aware of the eyes on us. As grateful as I am for his brothers’ intervention, this isn’t something I want an audience for.

No. I want Matt alone. Where I can show him exactly how much I’ve missed him.

He nods, kissing my lips once more before pulling back. Fuck, he looks debauched. Swollen lips, vermilion from my stubble staining his jaw. His pupils are so dilated it’s almost obliterated all the color there.

Yeah. We need to get somewhere private. Fast.

Grabbing him by the wrist, I tug him toward the side of the building. There’s no way we can walk back through the gala in this state.

I up nod Jackson and the Buckinghams as we pass. It’s both a thank you and a warning.

A warning to not bother us. Ideally, for the next several days.

We step around the corner into the shadows. The noise of the gala fades away into the distance, our feet crunching on the gravel now the only sound.

That and our frenzied breaths.

I glance back at Matt. His eyes are hooded. Lips parted.

Desperate. Wanting. Begging.

Fuck. We aren’t making it back home.

I spin around, and he moves in the same instant. Our mouths collide again. There’s no finesse, just a clawing need.

I shove him back against the wall, not breaking away from him for a second. I slide my thigh between his and almost weep at how good this is.

How right it feels to have this man against me, quivering with need. Love.

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