"God...Rayne."
He pushes a finger in, and then he adds another, knowing how I like that stretched-full feeling. Then he's brushing my prostate, and I'm moaning and seeing stars. He's pulling me into his mouth and swallowing me down; he's got me lodged there where it's oh so hot and warm, and he's sucking at my base. He's moving me in and out of his mouth, licking up and down, pushing the tip of his tongue against my slit, tracing my cockhead's rim and tonguing the little groove under the flange until I'm rocking with my legs, I'm pushing up at him, and Vance is choking on my hard cock. Vance is laughing as he's choking, and I'm moaning, "Sorry. God, V."
But his fingers aren't in deep, not where I need them. I'm moaning and I can't stop, and then I've grabbed his head. I want to push him down, but I can't do it—not tonight.
He must know what I’m wanting, because I feel him laugh around me. That vibration brings me to the edge, and then he hums again and shoves his fingers right where I want them, and I can't stop it. I can't even feel it starting. One second, I'm trembling, needy, and then I'm shouting and my body's boiling over, and he's swallowing it down and I'm rubbing his head. He sucks me once more, almost a caress, before moving his mouth off me.
He grins, wiping his mouth. "That was fucking hot, Sky."
I blink down at him and realize there are tears on my cheeks.
"Vanny. You're a monster." But I'm smiling. I'm embarrassed, sort of. Losing it here on the roadside.
He works his fingers in for a parting tease, and then he slowly draws them out and reaches over to the console and grabs some stuff to clean up.
As he sinks back down into the floorboard space, he kisses my hip and gives me another coy grin.
"McD. I got so lost I almost forgot we were stopped here," he says, pouring water on a towel. "But I think you might have gotten more lost."
I can't help the shudder that moves through me as he cleans me up. I'm still breathing hard as he cleans his hands and I clean mine. He sits beside me in the passenger’s seat for just a second—really more on me—and hugs me hard against him.
"Love you," he whispers against my scratchy cheek.
I kiss his mouth. "I love you more, Rayne baby."
"Husband." He grins.
Rayne is climbing back into the driver's seat when blue lights flash behind us.
It's a gay officer. Thank God. I feel thankful the second he appears at Vance's window. There's a rainbow flag pin on his lapel. He asks for Rayne's license and then he looks back up, narrowing his eyes at both of us. And then he laughs and hands it back.
"No questions, asked, no answers needed." He claps Vance's shoulder. "Have a safe drive home, sir.” His brown eyes slide to me. “You might wanna put your shirt on, pastor."
And that's it.
"Thank God for San Francisco," I say, pulling my shirt on.
"Thank God that almost everybody likes you."
I snort. "Nobody knows me."
"Well, they think they do. And they like what they've seen."
I lean my head against the headrest, and Rayne takes my hand. He strokes my fingers, and he drives so smoothly I'm almost asleep when the car’s tires bump over the lip of the driveway. I feel Vance’s hand in mine stiffen.
15
Vance
It's almost 5:30 a.m. when I turn onto our street and steer us slowly through the amber glow of streetlamps. There's this moment where I can't believe this is my life. I'm holding my husband's hand as he sleeps in the seat beside mine. I can feel his ring against my finger. Yeah, he's got a fucking ring. Because he's married—to me.
God, that feels good. How did I not know how good it would feel? I mean, I knew recently, and I was wanting us to do this. But...before. How did I not always know that this was what was missing? Not necessarily the married part; I'm not sure that matters. But the mine. The sense of being able to rest because you know the person is with you, and you'll be there for them. The fucking…permanence.
I wonder for not the first time if things would be different without all the bad shit that went down this year—for both of us. Sometimes I really don't know if all this would have gone the way it did had I not found Sky in his bed half dead from sepsis.
And what about what happened to me? It changed...not things between us, but it changed the way that other people saw us. There's a bunch of people out there now who think I'm some kind of hero. Including a lot of the guys we hung around last night. All that stuff makes me feel weird, so I try not to think about it. But for sure, what happened sort of validated Sky and me.