lube. Soon he was working his fingers into me, the lube and water making me feel slick, slick, slick, made for him.
The pressure and sensation of his fingers inside of me, curling in just the right way, had me gasping and begging. It didn’t take long for me to be ready for him—we’d been busy for weeks and my ass seemed hungry for his cock at all times.
Currently, it was starving.
“I love you,” Gordo growled, beginning to press his cock into me. “I love you so fucking much, Javi.”
“I love you,” I said, a pant and a plea and an answer all in one. “I need you.”
Gordo pushed in slowly but without stopping until he was buried in me. I felt stretched, full and content. It was as if my body had been made for him. He gripped my hips, thumbs rubbing circles as I adjusted to his girth. When he began to move in me, it felt as if the earth moved with us. His thrusts were slow and steady at first, a rhythm that forced me to accept the fullness of him over and over in an agonizing and delish way. But soon Gordo increased his speed, piercing me with a fervent and rough quickness that left both of us grunting and moaning.
When we came, we came together, our cries guttural and filled with love.
I felt wanted. I believed the man still inside of me, forehead pressed to the nape of my neck as he panted, loved me. The shield in front of my heart seemed to grow, knowing it didn’t need to keep love out anymore. Instead, it helped me hold the swelling, surging love I had for Gordo and Giuliana in, keeping it safe. Protected.
“Welcome home,” Gordo said in my ear.
GORDO
It was silly to jump at the knock at the front door, but I did. We were expecting guests and everything was prepared for the night’s entertaining, and yet my nerves were threatening to gnaw out of my stomach.
I allowed myself one last deep breath before opening the door. On the other side were Mason and Dana, flowers and wine in hand. I started to reach for the flowers, but Mason moved away from me.
“Oh, no, dude. These are for Javi. He’s the one we’re celebrating. His house sold in like, what, a week?”
“We’re celebrating living together, Mason. Together means I’m part of the equation.”
“We’re celebrating Javi’s white knightdom, saving you from a lifetime of bitterness and misery.”
“If you don’t give me the flowers,” I growled, “you’ll see a whole new level of bitterness and misery.”
Dana rolled her eyes so hard it looked professional. “Mason, give him the damned flowers.” To me, she said with a gentler smile, “We’re so, so happy for you, Gordo.”
I pulled her into a hug and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Thank you.”
As if on cue, Javi came down with Giuliana in his arms. “Look, baby,” I heard him say, “Uncle May-May is here!”
I let loose a loud, barking laugh. “Uncle May-May!”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna work,” Mason said with a frown, but he was already reaching for my daughter. “No detective would ever allow the nickname ‘May-May’.”
Beside me, Dana snorted. “I’m making sure it happens now.” Then she walked over to join Mason in cooing over my daughter.
Next, my mother arrived. She was gushing as if she’d never been to my house before. I poured everyone a glass of wine while Javi brought food out to the table. I’d gone simple with a plank-grilled salmon flank, smothered in olive oil and lemon slices. Javi had made charred Brussel sprouts on the side. As we sat down, I went to start serving everyone, but Mason stopped me.
He stood, holding his glass in his hand. “All jokes and brotherly ribbing aside, I want to say a few words. There was a time when I’d assumed that Gordo had let heartbreak set a path for him that would only end in loneliness. But thanks to Javi, here, I don’t worry about Gordo anymore. When I see the two of you together, I see two parts of a whole. So, Javi, I’d like to not just celebrate you moving in with my brother, but to welcome you with open arms to our family.”
My heart felt so full I was almost sick with the love of it, so I couldn’t begin to imagine what Javi was feeling. When I looked at him, though, I knew enough. He was flushed with joy, his smile so