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Ian sped up, his mouth open as he panted. His eyes shut and his head tilted back, his hand rubbing fast on his dick. Hollis felt scorched, inside and out. He dug his fingers into Ian’s hips, watching him stroke himself, and felt the telltale tightening of his muscles as he grew closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over me.”
Ian’s brown eyes opened, his gaze locking with Hollis’s. He raised up and down, the friction hot on Hollis’s cock. The whole time he stared at Hollis, his breaths coming in short pants that increased as his movements did. When he suddenly went taut, Hollis felt that swell of lust and love he always experienced with Ian. Sex with other people had never been like it was with Ian, and he knew it was because of their deep connection. The love they had for each other.
A sharp cry of pleasure ripped from Ian’s lips as he came all over Hollis’s stomach and chest. Some of it hit his chin, and he let go of Ian’s hip to swipe it up with a finger he sucked into his mouth.
Muscles clamped onto Hollis’s dick as Ian rocked on him, and his hands slid to Ian’s ass, his fingers roaming down to feel where they were joined. He felt himself thrusting inside Ian and groaned. He plunged up into the man over and over, felt his orgasm tightening his own body. When it crashed over him, he came hard inside his husband, pleasure curling his toes into the comforter underneath him.
Slumping over him, Ian slid in the mess he’d left on Hollis right before he kissed him. Hollis knew he tasted like Ian’s cum and it was so erotic, he thrust his hips one more time. But he’d grown sensitive, so he slowly pulled out of Ian. He held on to the man, breathing hard and reveling in the bliss of a good orgasm.
“You fucked all the worry out of me,” Ian murmured into his mouth. He pulled back and grinned at him. “Was that the plan all along?”
“I always plan to fuck you. Worry or not. I can’t imagine a time when I won’t be thinking about the next time I get to do this. It’s always so damn good.”
“It is, isn’t it? Never felt anything like this with anyone else.”
“That’s why you married me.” Hollis winked and raised up to kiss Ian again. His own lips were sensitive from all the kissing, but he didn’t care.
“I married you for so many reasons, but yeah, that’s definitely one of them.” He buried his face in Hollis’s neck. “Love you,” he whispered.
“Love you too.” Hollis wrapped his arms tight around Ian, relieved to feel his husband’s pliant, relaxed body, knowing he’d let go of some of the stress.
Nuzzling Ian’s soft hair, he breathed in his familiar scent, so damn thankful to have this life with him. He’d never expected to have anything like this and every single day, gratitude expanded in his chest. He didn’t know what he’d ever done to deserve someone like Ian, but he wouldn’t change a thing that had brought him to this place. He was a lucky, lucky man.Chapter Three“I think you should go with easy to clean over expensive—at least until Daci is older,” Ian said as he pushed the stroller between the different furniture settings in the store, hyperaware that a salesperson followed them at all times. It was as if he’d latched on the minute they’d walked through the front door and deemed himself their annoying shadow. Ian knew the poor guy worked on commission, so he definitely understood his drive to be attentive. It was just that he lurked too close, and Ian and Andrei could barely talk about a piece before he was jumping in.
The store was surprisingly busy on this beautiful, sunny Saturday morning and with so many people milling about the furniture, Ian guessed the salesman might be following Andrei out of recognition. He’d become something of a local celebrity, being married to Lucas Vallois. Or he could be trailing him out of appreciation for the gorgeous Romanian man.
Andrei, dressed in casual, loose jeans and a red button-down, reached to feel the arm on a copper-colored sofa. He had his wavy black hair pulled back in a short tail at the nape of his neck, and he looked well-rested and happy. Daci was apparently sleeping through the night now. “If Lucas were here, he’d go with expensive and just plan to replace anything ruined.”
“We’re more practical than Lucas.” Ian smiled down at the baby as she cooed and rattled a toy in her stroller. She was nine months old and got prettier every day with her black curls and dark, dark eyes. A little replica of Andrei and it was no wonder Lucas was completely smitten with her. “You’re so precious,” he told her softly.
