him, pushing inside in one smooth stroke.
He lets out a stream of panted curses as I pierce his outer ring, but they ultimately transform into groans of pleasure as I fill him completely and he adjusts to the sensation.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Oh, god, Dec…fuck me, baby.”
Heedless of the fact that this is technically still someone else’s house, and that the realtor could walk back in at any moment and find us fucking right here on the stairs, I give Heath exactly what he wants, snapping my hips in hard, frenzied movements. I dig my fingers into his hips as I drive deep inside him, over and over. The strangled groan of pleasure Heath lets out as I hit his prostate is the most perfect sound in the world; hearing it never gets old.
Neither does the knowledge of just how much I fucking love this man.
“Ahh…fuck, Dec…I’m gonna come,” he groans.
“Come, baby. I’m so fucking close as well…”
An instant later, Heath hurtles over the edge, his body seizing up as he reaches his orgasm. And feeling that sensation acts like a trigger for me; I follow immediately after, coming hard into Heath’s ass.
I pull out of him and put my cock away, but as Heath stands and does the same, I notice we have a little problem: the wet spot on the stairs.
I let out a soft chuckle. “Whoops. We should probably clean that up before Wendy gets back or we’ll be out of the running for the house.”
“So…has he taken any steps since then?” I discreetly ask Josh as we both watch Connor regale yet another group of people with the now infamous tale of Chase’s first step.
Josh let’s out a soft breath of laughter, his eyes full of affection as they fixate on my brother. “Not unless he’s been secretly doing it while none of us were watching. Which, of course, Connor hasn’t ruled out.”
“Of course.” I chuckle, nodding in agreement. Although with three parents, I can’t imagine Chase getting much alone time to enact this covert walking operation.
Liam and Melinda approach us from across the room, with Liam brandishing fresh beers for Josh and me.
“God, I really love this house,” Liam says. “Blake has a whole fridge just for alcohol.”
“We really need one of those,” Melinda says, taking a generous swig of her wine.
We’re at Blake and Owen’s because it’s New Year’s Eve and their Greenwich Village brownstone is pretty much the ultimate party house. It’s by no means a rager, but everyone seems to have managed to get sitters for their kids so there’s a pretty decent turn out amongst my siblings and their partners.
Perhaps not so conspicuously absent is Owen, who I’m pretty sure scheduled a shift tonight just to avoid the party. He may have come out of his shell a lot since he and Blake got together, but some things just don’t change.
Shay and Jamie aren’t here either, having rushed over to England for a family emergency during the week. And Aidan and Ben decided to stay in Austin instead of flying out so soon after their last visit. But that still leaves the majority of my siblings, as well as several of Owen and Blake’s friends, making the party reasonably crowded, if not totally off the wall.
I decide to sit on my beer for a little while; this is my third and although I’m far from entering the drunk zone, I’m also keenly aware that we’re only a week away from the due date and Melissa could go into labor at any moment. I definitely don’t want to be wasted when my baby’s born.
“Have you told them yet?” Heath asks, sidling up to me and resting his hand on the back of my neck.
I offer him an affectionate smile. “No, I was waiting for you.”
“What’s going on?” Liam asks. “Oh, did you have the baby?”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, we had the baby and then just left it at home for the night so we could come out drinking.”
“We’re buying a house!” Heath announces brightly.
Several pairs of wide eyes stare back at us.
“Now?” Melinda asks.
I sigh. “Yeah, that was my feeling too. But eventually he won me over.”
Heath shrugs. “We had sex on the stairs. We kind of had to buy it after that.”
“Remind me to wear a hazmat suit whenever I visit your new house,” Liam grumbles.
“I don’t see why that would be necessary. You don’t seem to have a problem with our current place,” Heath reasons. “And we have sex