Page 66 of Finding Basil
“Yeah, smartass. How did I live that whole life without you?”
“Right place, right time, when the stars aligned and were ready for us to meet.”
Herb was inside him quickly after a lot more kissing and petting. He didn't move for a long time, though, and instead, using that connection, he stared at his new husband. Basil panted sweetly, his eyes rolling back, but Herb couldn’t stop staring. All he could do was memorize every bit of Basil’s face.
Basil whimpered a plea, “Make love to me,” in a soft, mewling voice.
Herb answered, “I am. Right now, my love is watching you. Soon, I’ll feel you, and then…more.”
Basil wrapped him in his arms, pulling him close to kiss him tenderly, sucking at his bottom lip, then his chin. “You are so good to me. You’re so sweet, Herb.”
“I am yours, Basil. You’re mine. Forever.”
Their bodies rocked slowly, Herb’s cock thrusting in gently, and Basil’s teeth skimmed along Herb’s jaw until he found Herb’s ear and nipped there, then bit a little harder.
It was all he could do not to scream with the fucking joy of it. Not only was everything else perfect about Basil, but hislovemaking was glorious. Basil’s movements were so in sync with Herb’s that it was as if he were clairvoyant.
They were just that in tune with one another.
When Basil made him lie on his back, Basil was on top, his hands on Herb’s chest balancing him as he rode like some sexy cowboy, slowly taking his horse on a ride through the clouds. In the dim light of the bedroom, where only the moonlight streamed in through the big window across from their bed, Basil looked ethereal. He was aglow with the reflected light, a halo around his entire body.
How tight he was as he pulled up, clenching as he did. Pulling sounds from Herb that he’d never made, deep, guttural moans that came close to telling the world how he felt, being made love to by his husband.
His husband. How strange it was to think of the lynx that moved so fluidly as that. He seemed more like some angelic creature that was sent to make his days the closest a living being could be to heaven.
Those eyes that shone down on him, though they were in shadow, he knew they were looking into his, connecting in that way, as in every way. There was love in those eyes, in the hands that rested on Herb’s chest, and in the way he moved over him, making him feel so good…
“My love, my everything,” he croaked. “I’d marry you again a thousand times.”
“You don’t have to. Only once, because it’s going to last as long as the wind and the trees, baby,” Basil whispered, moving down to kiss him sweetly.
That was Basil. As hot and passionate as their lovemaking was, he never neglected to show tiny bits of pure love, tenderness. That sweet kiss assured him that what they were doing wasn’t an act of sex, but one of love.
He held Basil tightly, and they could barely move their lower bodies, but it didn’t matter. The kiss had turned from tender to desire, heat that rose to fill the room. Tiny grunts, tiny moans, mouth clashing, teeth, lips, breath until they came in a way that had them both shaking like an earthquake was rattling the room.
As they recovered, Herb said, “When we have our babies, promise me we’ll still have time for this.”
“Oh, that goes without saying. I need that at least six times a week, twice on Sundays, and that is nonnegotiable.”
“You’re younger than me! I…six times a week?”
“And twice on Sunday, so technically eight times.”
He laughed and said, “I’ll give it my best shot.”
Chapter Seventeen
EighteenMonthsLater…
Hiring farmhands was a new experience for him. He’d hired many people in his past job, men and women who’d come into a pristine office, dressed to the nines, portfolios in hand and perfectly crafted resumes.
Hiring farmhands was quite different. They came in jeans, in ball caps, and they were tanned and muscled. Each and every one.
Lila was there daily, giving advice and giving away the fact she missed it. They had no problem with her being there, and he only wished that she’d do the hiring, as she knew what she was doing.
Basil was in the house, cleaning for the tenth time. He’d heard of mothers nesting before the birth of their children, but a father? Well, Basil had cleaned and rearranged the nursery seven times in the last two weeks, and when he figured he finally had it perfect, the rest of the home paled in comparison.
In fact, his mother, Abuela, Sabrina, Carla, Andrea and other women in the family were there helping Basil. Herb knew the minute he stepped into the house he’d be yelled at to take off his shoes, or dust off before entering.
