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not talking a piece of your ass. I’m talking,” Adam tapped on Teddy’s chest over his heart, “this piece of you. Though, your ass was and still is pretty damn sweet, too.”
Teddy swiped at his leaking eyes and rubbed at his nose. “It was very romantic, wasn’t it?”
“It was hardly romantic but you caught my attention.”
“I locked you in a closet and gave you no choice but to pay attention.”
“Best day ever,” Adam whispered.
Teddy’s lip quivered. “Stop saying such sweet things!”
Adam bit back his grin. “Okay.”
His eyes widened. “No, don’t stop!”
“Make up your mind.”
T flapped a hand around again. “Continue.”
“How about if we continue what we’re doing and talk later?”
“I can get on board with that.”
“I wasn’t taking a survey.”
Teddy’s mouth gaped open, snapped shut, then he grinned. “You’re such a gorilla.”
“But I’m your gorilla.”
His grin slipped.
“No more fucking crying,” Adam threatened. “Or you’re no longer getting the D.”
“I want the D,” T whispered.
“And I want to give it to you.” He dropped a kiss on Teddy’s soft lips, then ran his nose along T’s before pressing their foreheads together. “I’m going to come inside you.”
“You better,” T breathed.
Adam caught Teddy’s free hand again and once again interlaced their fingers and pinned them to the bed. Then he moved, driving hard and deep into his lover. Loving the tight squeeze of Teddy’s ass. Loving the noises he made. Loving how close this special connection made them. Teddy was crazy if he thought Adam was going anywhere.
Just the opposite.
He was already where he belonged.
He thrust quickly until he felt the pressure begin to build, then slowed it down, not wanting it to end. Wanting this to last a little longer. Willing to deal with a little loss of sleep.
They shared a kiss, then another one.
But when Teddy squeezed tightly around him, he was done. He couldn’t hang on anymore. He pressed his mouth to his lover’s ear and told him, “I’m going to fill you with me.”
The man shuddered beneath him at his words, Adam knowing that was what Teddy craved.
With one last surge, Adam drove deep and remained that way, a low grunt escaping his lips, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside his fiancé, his future husband, his life partner.
Teddy hadn’t been what Adam had been looking for but turned out to be exactly what he needed.
And Adam was never letting him go.
Part Two
Later Christmas Eve
Chapter Five
Marc & Leah
Leah groaned as she settled into the folding chair her father-in-law had set up for her in front of Teddy’s salon, Manes on Main. She was glad this was her last baby, girl or not.
Ron—always the protector, since it was in his blood—settled into the chair next to her. He handed her a blanket, but she waved it away.
“Give it to Mom, this baby is making me hot.” She was actually ready to shuck her wool coat, but if Marc saw that, he’d have a fit.
“She has one already. Sit on it for now. Might help prevent those hemorrhoids.”
Leah’s mouth opened, then snapped shut. It was best just to ignore that last part.
Ron’s sons got their stubbornness honestly.
Marc also got his deep, manly voice from him. And his looks. Ron, now in his mid-sixties, was a hot grandfather. He stayed in shape by keeping busy on their Christmas tree farm.
And by wrangling grandchildren.
Ron folded the blanket, helped Leah stand and then put it on the seat of the chair before helping her sit again. “Speaking of mothers, how’s yours?” he asked as he sat back down.
Leah twisted her head and met Ron’s blue eyes. “Great. She’s loving it down there. She wanted me to remind you that you and Mary Ann need to come visit again soon and spend some time with her on the beach.” Her mother had moved to the South Carolina coastline after meeting a man and remarrying.
Leah was happy for her but missed her. And her mother missed seeing her grandchildren on a regular basis. With both Leah and Marc’s schedules, it was hard for them to plan a visit or a vacation. When they managed it, it left the PD two officers short.
And now with baby number three coming in the next few months...
“Maybe after the holidays and before my last grandchild is born. Because we’re not missing that,” he answered.
If it was up to Ron and Mary Ann, they’d be in the delivery room while she gave birth. Having Marc in there with her was more than enough. Sometimes it was too much.