DANE
Four months later...
Nick saunters out of the bathroom with just a towel hanging loosely around his hips. He's a picture of perfection. Solid, tanned muscles. A lean, young body. His brown hair is wet and hangs in a messy way over his eyebrows, giving him a roguish look. My gaze travels down his sculpted chest to the defined V in his lower abdomen. A V I've licked more times than I can count. If I could worship a letter of the alphabet, it'd be V.
He stops at the edge of the bed and smirks. "Enjoying the view, old man?"
"You know I am. Just thinking about getting that towel away from you and inside that tight ass of yours," I tell him, as though we're talking about the weather.
His cock flinches beneath the towel. "Who says it won't be me in your ass tonight?"
I sit up and tug off my T-shirt. "I was hoping we could sample a little of both. I'm extra hungry tonight." When I toss it at him, he laughs and then drops his towel. Our humor fades as he grabs the bottle of lube and climbs into bed with me. For a moment, we lie facing each other. His fingers run over my shoulder as mine thread through his hair.
"Any regrets?" I ask, my voice husky and raw. I have none, but once I was sure, I was sure.
"I'm not exactly marriage material, but now you're stuck with me," he says with a grin. Despite his playful words, I hear the pain hidden in them. Still, even after all this time together, he doubts himself. It doesn't help that his father is a shitty human and continues to treat him like scum. Thank fuck his dad moved on to another law firm. I don't think either of us could continue working with him after all he's put Nick through. And thankfully, the temporary contract was just that. Temporary. At the end of the trial, he was gone.
"I married Janice," I tease. "Anything's a step up from that."
He growls and it only serves to make my dick hard. "Fuck you, old man."
"You'll get your wish." I lean forward and kiss his pouty mouth. "I love you, and I knew who I married. I married you. And today was the best day of my life."
His body relaxes and we lose ourselves to a kiss. Today, we cut out of work early and went to the courthouse. In Max's office, with Dorian and Mel as our witnesses, Nick and I were married by Judge Rowe. Simple yet binding. I always knew he was mine. Now the law agrees with me.
"I can't shake the dread that one day, I'll fuck it all up," he admits, his voice hoarse with emotion.
I slide my leg between his thighs and kiss him hard, as though I can pour my reassurances right down his throat, into his heart. He groans when our dicks rub against each other. His is naked and mine is barely clothed by my boxers.
"You're not going to fuck it all up," I assure him. "I won't let you because I'll be there every step of the way."
He rolls me away from him, onto my stomach. He kisses his way down my back before grabbing the waistband of my boxers and tugging them down my thighs. Once I'm naked, he pours lube on his cock.
As he strokes it all over, I can hear the slick sounds it makes. Then, his lubed fingers are sliding down my ass crack, sliding against my hole. He's a much more generous lover than I am. Always priming me to take him. Sometimes, I lose myself to the passion. It works though, because Nick gets off on a little pain.
His fingers are soon replaced with his cock. Slick and unsheathed. A tremor of excitement ripples through me. We'd gotten tested before marriage to make sure we were disease-free, and now that we both have the all-clear, I want nothing between us.
