Jayme & Tripp (Game Wardens 1)

He then turned to Jayme and slid his hands under the front of his T-shirt. Jayme hummed his pleasure and closed his eyes. He stepped closer and glided his hands around to Jayme’s back; as he leaned in and kissed Jayme on the lips.

“Fuck, I missed you touching me,” Jayme murmured against his lips, before grabbing the back of Tripp’s head; and devouring his mouth.

Jayme walked them backwards, until Tripp’s legs hit the edge of the bed. He then pushed him down onto it, effectively ending their smoking hot kiss. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

Tripp grabbed his aching cock through his sweatpants. “Yeah, I think so.”

“You know what I mean.” Jayme huffed.

“Yes, I’m fine. Now come fuck me.”

Jayme growled. “Move up onto the bed.”

He did as he was told. Jayme made quick work of getting rid of his clothes, then climbed on the bed; and rid Tripp of his. Jayme then swallowed Tripp’s cock. He cried out, his hand flying to Jayme’s head. Jayme’s head bobbed under his hand.

“Fuck yes, just like that. Oh God, I’m not gonna last long,” he said.

He bucked his hips, fucking Jayme’s mouth. Jayme’s finger found his hole and pressed against it. It was all over, he came instantly; his rhythm faltering as he orgasmed into Jayme’s mouth. Jayme sucked him dry before releasing him and grabbing the lube from the nightstand.

He panted with his eyes closed. He distantly heard the snap of the lube cap and a minute later, Jayme was grabbing the backs of his knees; and thrusting his knees toward his chest. Tripp moaned and opened his eyes, so he could watch Jayme enter him.

Jayme pressed forward, his cock forcing its way past the tight ring of muscle. Tripp sucked in a sharp breath at the quick pain that faded into pleasure an instant later. Jayme rocked his hips, going slow until he was all the way in; then he picked up the pace.

He reached up and grabbed the back of Jayme’s neck, pulling him down. Jayme let go of his legs, and let him pull him into a heated kiss. Their tongues dueled as Jayme continued to thrust into him.

Jayme dragged his lips down to Tripp’s neck, as he gathered him up in his arms. Jayme slowed his movements, they were no longer fucking. Jayme was making love to him. He held Jayme tight, knowing that he needed this moment.

Jayme picked his head up and looked down at Tripp; his green eyes showing all the different emotions he was feeling. “I was so fucking scared that we weren’t going to make it to our wedding day. That I’d have to cancel everything, and plan a funeral instead,” Jayme whispered brokenly.

Tripp’s eyes welled up and spilled over. He nodded, not knowing what to say. It had been a close call. He sniffed, and Jayme brushed away the tears running down his temples.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped.

Jayme shook his head and closed his eyes. He dropped his forehead to Tripp’s. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Tripp gasped when Jayme shifted his knees and thrust in a little deeper. “Jayme,” he breathed.

“You’re everything to me,” Jayme murmured.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Jayme moaned, his hips stilling as he came inside of Tripp. Tripp clutched him tight, never wanting to let go. Jayme seemed to be feeling the same way, because he just laid there on top of him for several minutes; his face tucked into Tripp’s neck.

Jayme eventually got up to get cleaned up, grunting and groaning as he went. He came back from the bathroom with a rag for Tripp. After they were both cleaned up, they climbed back into bed; and snuggled together before falling asleep.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jayme

TIME FLEW by, and before they knew it; their special day had arrived. This was not a traditional wedding. Jayme and Tripp got ready together. They both wore slim fit navy suits with white shirts, and brown dress shoes. He wore a gray tie, while Tripp opted for a gray bow tie. Tripp was clean shaven, while he left a five o’clock shadow on his face.

They stood in the lobby of their venue waiting to be told it was time to walk down the aisle. They decided they were going to walk down together, instead of having their parents walk them down.

Tripp shifted on his feet, while he straightened his bow tie. “Are you nervous?” Tripp asked.

He shrugged. “A little, I guess.”

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“It’s okay to be nervous, Babe. This is a big step in our lives.”

“Yeah, I know. But I keep thinking I have no reason to be nervous. I know I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you.”

He smiled. “Maybe it’s because you’re about to profess that in front of fifty people?”

Tripp swallowed hard. “Yeah, maybe.”