over him. The way Roman braced his palms against the back of the loveseat combined with his large muscular body, he did somehow end up shielding Brett from most of the room. While Brett knew they were in the middle of a crowd, it didn’t feel like it. Nothing mattered any longer but Roman’s tight heat squeezing him. He kept stroking Roman’s cock while Roman rode his dick. Brett stared into the face of the man he loved while everyone watched them claiming each other. It was empowering and sexy as hell. Roman belonged to him and now everyone knew it.
He urged Roman’s face to his and bit Roman’s bottom lip. Pressure climbed his shaft. He was turned on beyond painful. It was like he could feel the lust they caused around them, adding to his. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Roman whimpered as Brett pumped faster, doing his best to get Roman off.
Something primal grew inside Brett. He could feel himself getting more possessive by the second. “When we’re done here, you’ll go find your clothes and come home. You’re moving to L.A. with me.”
Roman covered Brett’s mouth with his, delving deep without responding to Brett’s demands. Brett released Roman’s cock and grabbed his jaw, forcing his face away. He held Roman’s stare. “Do we understand each other? I’ll find you a club in L.A. just like this one, if you want to play, but you’re mine and I’m not going home without you. Am I understood?”
“Yes.” There was so much desperation in Roman’s eyes that Brett wanted to beat his chest, but first, he needed to please his man.
“Good. You feel so goddamn amazing on my dick. I need you to kiss me.”
Roman fell on him, claiming Brett’s mouth with a rough kiss as he used Brett’s cock to pleasure himself. Brett couldn’t breathe. He had never been happier and more turned on in his life. Pleasure beat at his crown. His fingers dug into Roman’s ass. He pushed deeper and deeper, following Roman’s cries. Roman moaned against his ear and his body spasmed on Brett’s dick, sucking an orgasm from Brett. Brett cried out against Roman’s shoulder, hiding his face as wave after wave shook him. He hadn’t set out to fuck Roman publicly or get all possessive and demand Roman move in with him. His heart had taken control. Now that the intensity had passed, he worried he had gone too far.
Brett kissed Roman’s cheek. “Are you okay, baby?”
Roman nodded against Brett’s shoulder. “Just blown away.”
Brett kissed his ear, hoping to soothe whatever he might have bent with his demands. “I’m sorry if I pressed too hard.”
Roman lifted his head. Their gazes collided. “Are you taking it back?”
Brett shook his head. “I love you. You belong with me.”
The way Roman rapidly blinked made Brett wonder if he fought tears. That seemed very unlike Roman, but he couldn’t deny what he saw. “I’m not the kind of guy people keep and bring home to their parents.”
A smile exploded across Brett’s face. He had never been happier in his life. “My parents don’t even want me, so fuck that. I want you forever. In my bed every night. As part of my life every day. I think you’re perfect. I’ve never been prouder to be with anyone.”
Roman traced Brett’s bottom lip. His eyes followed the path of his finger. “The feeling is definitely mutual.” Roman’s gaze lifted and collided with Brett’s. “Did you also mean what you said about finding a club in L.A.? Because I think this is more you than you’ve ever realized.”
Brett couldn’t stop stroking every place he could reach. He no longer cared or noticed they weren’t alone. “I always mean everything I say, even if it’s in the heat of the moment.”
“I love you.” Roman sounded like the words came from his soul and Brett swore he caught a glimpse of their future. They would be happy. Together, they had so much to explore. Brett couldn’t wait to get started. Roman was his modern-day fairytale and Brett wanted his happily ever after. There was no time like now to spend the rest of his life with Roman. They would be beautiful. Brett would make sure of it.
Nine
“Now that’s a man.”
Dean’s gaze followed Peggy’s line of sight to the two men wearing nothing but aprons.
“That’s your son,” Brett said, sounding like he found Roman’s mom off-the-charts insane.
“Not him,” Peggy said, lightly smacking Brett’s arm and making no attempt to keep her voice down. She