Rialto (Unbreakable Bonds 8)

Hollis framed his face with his hands and kissed his nose. “The brownies are more than enough. Like I said, I don’t need them. I just need you. I always need you.”

“I don’t like it when you sleep in the guest room. We need to make a pact that we never go to bed angry from here on out.”

“Done. Couldn’t sleep in there anyway. I need you with me.”

Ian leaned against him again, wallowing in the knowledge that neither of them was able to sleep while angry. He looked out the kitchen window at the darkness outside and felt like they were cocooned in their own perfect bubble. He sighed and kissed Hollis’s shoulder. “We really do need to talk about our feelings when it comes to my past with Jagger. I’m sorry you felt you couldn’t tell me about seeing one of his enforcers.”

“I was shocked to see him, to be honest. I thought of saying something, but like I said, it’s just not something we ever talk about. I had no proof that he had anything to do with what’s happened with Rialto, and I didn’t want to upset you more.”

“I’m thinking of trying therapy again,” Ian said quietly. “If this has shown me anything, it’s that I haven’t gotten past it all myself.”

“If you think that’ll help, then I’m all for it.”

Ian looked up at him and smirked. “But it’s not for you, huh?”

Hollis grimaced. “I’m not sure therapy and me would be a good mix. I can try if you truly want me to, but just knowing we’re pulling all this out into the open is good for me. I don’t want to fight with you about any of that. Honesty from here on out is needed.”

“Agreed.” He grinned up at his husband. “Neither of us lasted long in our first real fight.”

“It sucked. I was just lying in there and feeling like an idiot. Missing you.” He kissed Ian and pulled him in tight to his body. Since Ian was only in pajama pants, their chests slid together and Ian loved feeling all that warm skin and hair. Hollis deepened the kiss, his tongue winding with Ian’s.

The oven timer dinged, and Ian reluctantly pulled out of his husband’s arms. “Hold that thought.” He quickly checked the brownies to see if they were done, pulled them out, and turned off the oven. He held his hand up to Hollis. “Time for makeup sex?”

“Hell yeah,” Hollis breathed as he pulled Ian back into his body. The kissing took on a new level of passion then, and Ian knew they were both feeling the guilty remnants of their earlier argument. He wanted all that negativity out of his head, so he wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck and threw everything into their kiss. Tongues slid together and Hollis’s hands stroked up and down his spine before he gripped Ian’s hips and ground against him. Ian could feel how rigid Hollis already was and pressed hard against him.

Hollis groaned, kissing his jaw to his neck. He sucked the skin into his mouth briefly before moving to Ian’s shoulder and opening his lips over skin. “Love you,” he whispered reverently. “No more fighting.”

“No more,” Ian agreed as he nuzzled into Hollis’s soft hair.

Hollis returned to his mouth, sliding his tongue between Ian’s lips. Ian opened wide for him, and the kiss went on and on until they had to pull back to gasp air into their lungs. They stared at each other for long moments, the passion between them scorching Ian from the inside out.

Ian stared just a bit longer before he kneeled and pulled down Hollis’s boxers until Hollis could kick them off. He took hold of his beautiful cock and licked the end, the flavor of pre-cum bursting on his tongue. The tile was cold under his knees, even through his pajama pants, but he didn’t care. He buried his nose in the pubic hair at Hollis’s root and took in the scent of his man. Musky and warm—it was his favorite smell in the world.

Hollis stroked his hair, then grasped his head and led him back to his cock. Ian took him into his mouth, using his tongue to love on the silky skin. Hollowing his cheeks, he took Hollis deep, relishing the sound of Hollis’s moan above him. He pulled him deeper and worked to swallow around the head, choking as Hollis moaned again. His husband loved it when he choked on his dick, and Ian wanted to smile but his mouth was too busy.

He wrapped his hand around the base and went to work, bobbing his head as that slick cock slid in and out of him.

He loved giving Hollis head, loved the sounds that came out of the man, loved that he could bring such pleasure to him.