Jayme let out a deep guttural cry once he was fully sheathed. He smoothed his hand up Jayme’s chest to his neck, a possessive move that he couldn’t help. He pulled back slowly, letting Jayme feel every inch of him; before just as slowly pushing back in. He continued this slow pace until Jayme lost his damn mind.
“Tripp! I can’t. I need more. Oh, God. Please!” Jayme begged.
He grinned. Jayme had never begged like that before. Never. It was sexy as fuck.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he cooed.
“Harder, faster. Please. More. I need more.”
He snapped his hip, and Jayme gasped. “Like that?”
Jayme nodded fervently, his hands grasping and clutching at Tripp’s arms and sides. He gave in and gave Jayme what he wanted. Hard and fast. The noises coming out of Jayme were going to throw him over the edge sooner than he wanted.
He shifted and gathered Jayme into his arms, tucking his face into his boyfriend’s neck. “I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.
Jayme moaned. “Fuck. I love you too.” He gasped. “Oh fuck. Just like that, Tripp. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Do it, baby. Come for me.”
Jayme cried out, and he could feel the warm jets of cum between their bodies and the way Jayme’s hole clenched around him. He followed, coming hard inside Jayme. They laid there wrapped in each other arms, panting, neither of them willing to move.
Eventually, he rolled off Jayme; and went to get a rag to clean up. He cleaned himself off in the bathroom, then took the rag into the bedroom and cleaned Jayme off.
“Thanks,” Jayme said with a lazy smile.
“You’re welcome, Love.”
He went into the bathroom to toss the rag on the floor. When he came back out, Jayme was already asleep. He climbed into bed next to him and pulled the covers up over both of them. He turned out the light and settled down to get some sleep himself. They had a long day of travel tomorrow. He wasn’t ready to go home, but he didn’t have a choice. They had a wonderful vacation, and it was time to get back to reality; even if reality sucked.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jayme
HE'D BEEN home for a week already, and Jayme was desperate to go back. Instead, he was sitting in a doctor’s office with Mallory; waiting to get an ultrasound. He took a half day at work to make the appointment. Tripp had dropped him off at home at lunchtime so he could get changed, then meet Mallory at the doctor’s office.
They finally got called back and taken into a room where the ultrasound was going to be done. The tech got Mallory situated on the bed and got her machine ready. She then put gel on the wand and put it to Mallory’s little baby belly.
The baby appeared on the screen. He couldn’t make out too much, but he could see that it had a head and arms. The tech went about measuring the baby and checking whatever else she needed to check.
“Do you want to know the sex?” She asked.
Mallory looked at him. He shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
“Yes. I want to know.”
“Okay.” She clicked a couple things and moved the wand around for a moment; before freezing the screen. “It’s a boy!”
He couldn’t help the smile that split his face. He didn’t think he had a preference, but he was happy that it was a boy.
“Oh my god! It’s a boy, Jayme. It’s a boy,” Mallory cried.
The tech finished up, cleaned off Mallory’s belly; and printed out pictures before sending them on their way. Mallory gave him a couple of the pictures of the baby before giving him a hug, then getting in her car and driving off.
He got in his truck and started it up. He sat there for a moment and looked at the picture of his baby boy. He thought about all the things he was going to teach him, like how to fish and hunt. He was going to teach him how to be a good person, and a decent human being. Man, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever come around to the idea of having a kid, but he kinda was.
He went home and put the pictures on the fridge next to the first one of the little bean that now actually looked like a baby. He then passed the time by cleaning up the house and doing some laundry before it was time to start dinner.
Tripp got home at around six and came right into the kitchen. “Well?”
He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. “It’s a boy.”
Tripp whooped, and gave him a hug. “Did you get ultrasound pictures?”
“They’re on the fridge.”
Tripp went over to the fridge and looked at the pictures. “Aw man, that’s awesome. Congrats.”
“Thanks.”
“I can see you’re finally getting excited,” Tripp said with a smirk.