“Jesus…baby…so good.” How had I ever lived without having him this way? I knew I never would again.
We didn’t stop looking at each other as I worked my way in, nor when I was buried deep, my groin against his cheeks, not even when I started to thrust. My whole body felt weak, like it was so damn good, I might not survive it, but man, would it be a great way to go. Alex’s cock bounced against his belly, and our bodies slapped together, the tight grip of his ass squeezing my dick.
“Oh fuck. Yeah, that’s the spot,” Alex said, and I sped my movements, pumping my hips with everything I had. I belonged to him, all of me, and I wanted to show him that with my body.
He wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking himself in unison with each drive of my prick. “Oh shit, I’m gonna come.”
“Me too.” A tingling feeling shot through me, an explosion of pleasure suffusing every inch of my body. His ass spasmed around me, his balls drawn up tight as he shot long ribbons of come. They landed on his chest, his body tightening around me again, drawing my load from my nuts. I spurted, filling the condom, still thrusting as he painted his chest with his release.
I fell on top of him, our breathing synchronized—him in, me out, him out, me in.
“I love you, Alex. I don’t want to get an annulment. I want to get married again. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”
I felt his grin before I saw it, Alex grabbing my face so our gazes met. “Are you asking me something?”
“Only if you promise we can get better rings this time. Mine is already bent.”
He laughed, squeezed me tight, and kissed my head. “I love you, husband.”
“I love you more, husband… I love you, husband, even more? Whatever. They both sound weird. You know what I mean.”
I didn’t think it would be easy. Our whole lives were going to change in some ways, but I didn’t care. As long as I had Alex by my side, there was no storm I couldn’t weather. I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life married to my best friend.
Chapter Eleven
Caden
“Jesus, I’m nervous as shit.”
Alex cocked a brow. “Shit is nervous?”
“Has anyone ever told you that you just might be the biggest dork in the world?”
He cupped my cheek, leaned in, and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Yeah, but I made you smile…and reminded you why you love me.”
“You never have to remind me of that. I’d never forget.”
We’d gotten home to Portland from our honeymoon early in the week. Neither of us had more time off at the moment, so we had to wait until the weekend to drive down to Dayton, the small town in Southern Oregon where we grew up, to tell our parents we were in love…and married…but also planned on getting married again. It was basically a mess, but I’d never adored something so messy in my life more.
We’d called and told them we needed to speak to all four of them. They still lived next door to one another. Mom and Dad were meeting us at Alex’s parents’ house, which was right down the road from where we’d parked. Alex knew I’d need a minute.
“Seriously, though…if you’re not ready, we don’t have to tell them yet. I’m not rushing you. It doesn’t change who we are to each other.”
I shook my head. “No.” I knew it didn’t change anything, but I wanted them to know. I wanted everyone to know. Now that I had Alex, I didn’t plan on hiding him. “Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”
“Alex and Caden,” he replied.
“Damn skippy.”
Alex kissed me again, and then we got out and walked to the house. He knocked, then slid the door open. Mom and Dad were already there, the four of them laughing about something.
“Hey, we’re home,” Alex said.
“I can’t believe we’re so lucky and I get to see my boys twice in one week,” Mama B said, hugging Alex, then me. Both our parents had always treated the other just like their son. Even though my dad had his issues, it never affected how he treated Alex. I hoped it would be the same when it came to me.
My mom hugged and kissed us both next, followed by Alex’s dad. My dad shook our hands. He wasn’t much of a hugger.
“Do you guys wanna sit down?” Alex said, taking the lead, which I appreciated. “We have to talk to you about something.”
Mom said, “Yeah, of course, but you’re scaring me. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, Ma. Everything is better than okay. It’s perfect, actually.” I looked at Alex, who was staring at me.
The room went silent. Without turning to the rest of them, I knew they already understood where this was going. Maybe not all of it—they couldn’t have guessed the husbands part—but they got the point.