Promises Part 2 (Bounty Hunters 2)

True to their word, they woke an hour and a half later ready for more, but this time, it was Cayson who got to slide his long, bare cock inside Quick’s body. He entered and filled him as smoothly as the right key fits into its own lock. Absolutely perfect.

When sunlight began its first footprints across the bright blue Atlanta sky, Cayson woke again, his body still humming and firing on all cylinders. They got up to clean themselves after another hour of dozing and fondling. They’d held hands, walking downstairs to Quick’s kitchen to find them some sustenance before they dropped dead. Quick hadn’t lied about his plans over the next couple weeks. They’d made love again, bathed each other, now they were eating pasta with grilled chicken, needing those carbs to reenergize. Cayson was already looking forward to what was coming up next.

Quick pulled Cayson close to him and tipped his head back until his chin could rest between his pecs. They held each other for a few seconds, just looking in awe, wondering how the hell they both got what they wanted – a love so sweet and pure – amidst all that disarray.

“Damn, I love you. Thank you for believing in me, Cayson. I never knew what I was missing until I let you in.”

“I love you too.” Cayson smiled shyly, overwhelmed at how to respond to Quick’s emotions. This deadly warrior standing there declaring his love for him. He no longer hid how he was feeling and neither did Cayson. They promised to be honest with each other for the rest of their lives. But for now, they had more learning and exploring to do. Neither of them had got to experience all the fun and exciting things that happened in the honeymoon phase of any relationship yet, and Cayson was elated to share all his new adventures with the man gazing down at him like he was something special.

Quick was right on schedule when he stepped back and held his hand out to Cayson, a wicked gleam in his brilliant green eyes.

Cayson leered sexily. “Should I take a wild guess what we’re getting ready to do now?”

Quick’s laugh was deep and genuine. “Oh, yes. We are getting ready to do that… but guess where, my sexy, white-collar doctor.”

Cayson’s mouth dropped open when Quick walked them through his office and opened up his patio doors to his backyard oasis. The weather was in the upper fifties today, which wasn’t bad for Atlanta in February, especially when the sun was out. Towering spruce trees along the perimeter of Quick’s yard blocked any nosy neighbors from being able to see anything going on. The grass was trimmed neatly and the vast colorful pansies, and bright yellow forsythia that lined the walkway and the deck made Cayson feel like he was right back in Atlanta’s Botanical Gardens, dancing in Quick’s arms and breathing in the strong perfumes of nature. He could easily see them entertaining, holding many summer barbeques together.

Cayson was shaking his head in surprise as he surveyed his fiancé’s pride and joy. He spun in every direction, in love with everything he saw. When he finished taking it all in, he turned to look for Quick, only to find him completely naked inside a screened in porch just off the deck that wrapped around the back of the house. He was spread-eagled on an oversized patio couch with thick green and white cushions. Cayson’s eyes had to be wider than saucers, while he watched Quick slowly stroke his thick cock, his serene face tilted up towards the bright sunshine. Cayson was moving towards Quick as if on autopilot. As soon as he stepped inside the screen, a blast of warm air hit him in his face. The large heater plugged in the corner would more than protect them from the slight nip in the air. If not, maybe they could work up enough of a sweat to not care.

“I’m going to be the first man to die of an ejaculate overdose,” Cayson said, raking his eyes up and down Quick’s body.

“That’d be a sweet way to go,” Quick said. His big hand still stroking his fully erect cock, which was aimed right at him. “But before you do, get naked. Because the day’s just starting and before it ends, I promise you I’m going to fuck you in every part of my house, baby.” Quick pointed at the large ottoman in front of the couch. “Starting right here.”

The End.