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“We better stop,” I murmured against his mouth.
Reaching behind him, he wriggles his hand into the opening of my pants and wraps his fingers around my cock. “We should. But I’m not ready to yet.”
I take in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Trenton.”
He runs his hand up and down my length at a torturously slow pace, and I drop my head against the back of the couch and lift my hips. I try to match his pace. Seeking out a release that could easily relieve the stress from today. But just like a car crashing into a brick wall, his words from nearly a week ago choose this very moment to tumble through my mind, I want a traditional wedding.
I grab his hand, stopping his movement.
“Did I do something wrong?”
My head snaps up. “God no, babe. It felt amazing…”
“Then what is it, Ollie? You’ve never refused me before.” He pouts and tries to appear teasing, but I know he’s worried that maybe I am second guessing tomorrow.
I place my palm on his cheek and rub a thumb over his perfect cheekbone. “Sit up, Trenton.”
Begrudgingly, he does as I ask, wrapping his arms around his shins like a child who’s just been scolded.
I resist the urge to push him down and take that bottom lip into my mouth before dragging my lips lower. “You’ve done nothing wrong. If anything, I want you more tonight than ever before. But this isn’t about me. This is about what you want.”
“Isn’t it obvious what I want?” He gestures between both of our hard cocks, plainly on display through the thin pajamas.
I can’t help the chuckle that rumbles in my chest. “It is. But a traditional wedding doesn’t include fucking the night before. As it is, we’re not even supposed to be seeing each other right now. I think we can let that slide given we live together, though.” I reach for his hand. “We should save this moment for our honeymoon.”
Disappointment flashes across his face before he lets out an exasperated sigh. “I guess you’re right. I suppose I can wait one night. As long as you can.”
“It’s going to be the longest night of our lives, baby.”
“Tell me about it.”
With his hand still in mine, I rise from the sofa and place a kiss atop his head before pulling him to his feet and leading him up the stairs.
Once we’ve reached the landing and are in front of the first door of the short hallway. I draw him to me, pressing my mouth against his. The kiss is long. Love pours out of us with each second we’re connected. My will power to keep from slamming him against the wall and fucking him until he screams out my name is hanging on by a very thin thread.
If you don’t let go of him now, you never will.
My breaths come fast when I break free and lower my forehead to his. “I’ll take the guest room.”
Kicking the door open behind me, each step backward into the room extends our arms farther and farther until only our fingertips are touching. “Good night Trenton.”
I let go.
“Good night, Oliver.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
TRENTON
I pull at the edges of my tux and adjust the cuffs for what is probably the millionth time. Waiting for the music to start and the doors to open so I can make my way down the aisle to where Oliver, Mattie, and my brothers are. After all the worrying, I finally gave in and asked all of my brothers to be my best men. We aren’t blood, but we will always be as close as family can be, maybe more as we chose to be brothers even after the legal obligations of my parents ended. It’s only right that they are all at my side as equals. I only wish that mom and dad were still alive to witness my happiest day as well.
Fuck. Are they delaying on purpose to see me sweat? Did Oliver change his mind? Oh. god! What if–
My frantic thoughts are cut off by the sound of the piano. Fucking finally.
The ushers open the double doors to the church sanctuary and I enter, my eyes immediately locking with Oliver’s. My nervous anxiety from moments ago fades away and everyone else ceases to exist. Without conscious thought, I go through the motions of the service on autopilot. All I care about is the man in front of me.
I say all the right words at the appropriate times, until finally it’s official. I am now Trenton Walsh. Oliver is legally mine, and I’m his. The smile on his face is most definitely a mirror of mine as he pulls me tight to his body and we kiss for the first time as husband and husband.
