Page 95 of Moonstruck
“Oh, fuck. That’s it. God, your mouth should be illegal,” Asa grunted, listening to Zane gag and sputter as he worked himself deeper into his throat. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. I can’t believe you made me wait twenty-four hours to see you.”
Zane moaned, long and low, sending vibrations shivering over him.
“I’m going to come,” Asa warned, his head hitting the wall, eyes rolling as Zane’s throat convulsed and he swallowed every drop.
As soon as he gathered himself, he pulled Zane up, undoing his pants and plunging his hand into his underwear, eyes widening when his hand found a sticky mess. “Did you come untouched, Lois? God, you’re so fucking perfect. Do you love sucking me off that much?”
Zane buried his face in Asa’s white shirt. “Shut up. It’s our wedding day. I was already keyed up. Just seeing you in that tux had me hard, and when you dragged me in here, I knew I wouldn’t last more than a minute or so.”
“So fucking hot,” Asa whispered, wiping at a drop of cum on Zane’s lip.
“Do you think they’re looking for us yet?” Zane said, looking at his watch.
Asa shrugged. “I don’t think it matters. It’s not like they can start without us.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Zane asked, his gaze suddenly trepidatious.
Asa frowned, tugging Zane’s hair back. “What? Where’s this coming from? Have you ever known me to do a single thing I don’t want to do? Ever?”
Zane shook his head. “I mean, to say our….courtship was a whirlwind would be an understatement. Our relationship was based on sex and blackmail. Everything just sort of happened so fast. I don’t want you to feel like your dad forced you to, like, take one for the team.”
Asa smirked at him and brushed his thumbs across Zane’s cheekbones. “Are you drunk, Lois? Did you start pre-gaming without me? Because the only time you start doubting us—or me—is when you’ve been drinking.”
Zane sighed, his voice hesitant. “I’m sober. I just don’t want you to regret this.”
Asa tilted his head. “What would I regret? We have an amazing life. We have mind-blowing sex. We’re young. We’re hot. We’re rich.” He kissed his forehead. “I found the one man on the planet who doesn’t mind that I’m a murderer and, more importantly, that my brother will be living with us forever. We’re a fucking power couple, Lois. Your YouTube channel is killing it. My firm is as successful as it’s always been. Seriously, what’s to regret?”
“All of those things are true, but none of them have anything to do with…feelings.”
Asa’s brows knitted together. “I tell you I love you all the time.”
“Yeah, but you tell me you love Swiss Cake Rolls with the same level of fervor,” Zane reminded him.
“Duh, because I do. A man can love more than one thing. It doesn’t negate the other.” Zane leveled a flat stare at him. “Okay, like,ifI had to choose between you and a box of Little Debbie’s, I’d definitely choose you. But you both hit just right,” he said with a grin, giving Zane a deep kiss.
Zane slapped his shoulder. “Come on, Asa. Be serious. I know psychopaths can’t love. Is what we have enough to keep you happy forever?”
Asa sighed. “Are you asking if I feel that weird goopy feeling when I look at you that people talk about in romance novels? If so, the answer is no. I don’t have the ability to feel that. But whenever you walk into a room, I feel grateful you’re mine. I feel calmer knowing you’re there, where I can see you, protect you…” He kissed Zane’s lips softly. “Do dirty, dirty things to you whenever I want.”
Zane opened his mouth to speak, but Asa pinched his lips shut.
“I know people who’d give anything to have what we have. I’ve killed for you. I would die for you. I will put your wants and needs above mine forever because I want you to be happy. Is that love? Because when you’re not around, I feel like there’s…a splinter under my ribcage, and it only goes away when I see your face. That’s enough for me. Is it enough for you?”
Zane swallowed hard, tears rolling down his cheeks. “That’s enough.”
Asa felt the knot in his chest loosen. “Good. I think we need to get cleaned up, though, because I’m pretty sure we were supposed to be at the front of the church twenty minutes ago, not in the broom closet.”
“I’m pretty sure people would call what we just did in here sacrilegious,” Zane said, peeking out the door.
“Whatever. I’m an atheist.” Asa shrugged, pushing Zane out the door and rushing him towards the room where they were supposed to be getting ready.
They opened the door to half a dozen disappointed faces and one smirking one. The smirk belonged to Avi. “I told you they were somewhere doing the dirty.”
“We were not,” Zane lied, face flushed with embarrassment.
Avi snickered. “Dude, my brother’s jizz is on your cheek.”
Zane whirled on Asa, eyes accusatory. “Oh, my God. Why didn’t you say anything?”
