Page 104 of Adored
“I kinda like you having a dick, so pass.”
Poe kissed his man, and it was sweet and filled with tenderness. They both needed it. Gamble was only a few months into his journey to heal.
When Poe broke that mating of mouths, Gamble was grinning.
“Speaking of dicks…”
It made Poe laugh even more.
“Well, I’m available, and here we are on a bed…”
While Gamble would love nothing more, he knew that he had to feed Poe’s soul and body equally.
“That’s on the menu later. For now, I made you something to eat. It’s not fancy,” he began, and was promptly stopped.
Poe wasn’t letting him diminish anything he did for him. It was all welcomed and appreciated. It was rare that Poe had someone take care of him. As the doctor, he took care of everyone.
This was special to him, even if it was a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
“It’s fancy for me. It’s the man I love taking care of me when I need him. That’s the best kind of meal.”
Gamble stared into his eyes.
“I promise I’ll be here for you like you’re here for me. We’ll be together until the end of our days.”
Which might be sooner rather than later if they didn’t get that key and the hell out of there.
Poe liked the sound of that.
Now, he was just waiting for his very masculine male to pop the question.
“It’s a deal, Gamble. We’re a team, and we can do this. Now, feed me,” he said.
Pulling him up, Gamble grabbed the plates, and they went out onto the balcony outside of Poe’s bedroom. There, they sat, and he put the omelet down in front of him.
The stars were out, and it was a little chilly outside. So, once more, Gamble took off his flannel jacket and put it over Poe’s shoulders to keep the chill away.
That made Poe’s belly flutter.
Someone was sweet and romantic. That was for sure. He’d gotten damn lucky finding Gamble.
“That looks delicious,” he admitted. “Mate, you can make me an omelet any day.”
Well, if that’s what he wanted, Gamble could, and would.
“I hope you like cheese. I have issues with moderation when it comes to it,” he admitted. “Or it’s a plain old addiction. I’m not quite sure. Oh, and I swiped a steak from the refrigerator for Rufus.”
He stopped him.
“It’s our refrigerator, so you don’t have to stress taking things out of it. Plus, we kinda owed Rufus that and more.”
On that, Gamble agreed.
Poe was to the point.
“Also, for the record, I love cheese, but not as much as I love you for feeding me cheese.”
When he was back at his chair, Gamble sat.
