Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom 2)
“It’s yours!” Jamie shouted, his voice breaking as he hit his peak, his body jerking and shuddering underneath Marcus, driving him out of his mind and past the breaking point.
Black spots danced in front of Marcus’s eyes and euphoria battered him like a boat against the rocks, robbing him of every sense besides touch. He couldn’t see or hear or do a goddamn thing but pump the pressure that had been torturing him into the man who created it every moment of the day. Just by existing. And as the frustrated weight in his lower body eased, eased, eased, the ever-present ache in his chest became more noticeable. It beat in his ears, his fingertips. It echoed throughout his whole body “Jamie, I love you. I love you so much.”
Jamie turned face up and they breathed into each other’s mouths for a moment. The future was written in his fiancé’s eyes. Bold and big and happy. Real. Forever. “I was going to say you can keep my heart in a cage. But the truth is, I think it was in a cage before. Before I let myself love you,” Jamie said, his throat working. “You turned the key and let it out. Now it feels…like it has so much more room to beat. Like it could keep growing forever because you’re around to fill it up.”
Marcus swallowed hard but couldn’t quite clear the crowded feeling from his throat. He made a mental note to get on his knees later and thank God for sending him Jamie. For making him the kind of man who could make this incredible person happy. Thank God, thank God, thank God. “So…” Marcus brought their mouths together for a thorough kiss. “Next week?”
“That’s right,” Jamie said, his gaze roaming over Marcus’s face. “Next week, we’ll become Mr. and Mr. Diesel.”
Marcus laughed into Jamie’s shoulder, his heart so full it could explode. “When we’re married, I automatically get the chair next to yours on the beach, right?”
“Every time.” His fiancé’s nod was jerky. “We’ll write it into the vows.”
Marcus grinned. “Thanks, Jamie.”
Eyes suddenly serious, Jamie clasped the sides of Marcus’s face and pulled him down into a hard kiss. “I love you, Marcus O’Shaughnessy.”
It took a moment to gather himself. “I love you back, Jamie Prince.”
THE END