AllFreeNovel
Share Us
You know, they say sons marry their mothers. I'm thinking Marcus seems about as bullheaded as Mom. So good luck. You'll need it. Oh, and if you and the New York fruit could arrange to be home the week before Christmas to help with the tree deliveries, we could use the extra hands.
Thomas burst out laughing at Marcus' look of affront. "He's comparing me to your mother?"
"Well you do have that kind of disapproving purse to your lips right now. . . There are definite resemblances. I mean, her hair isn't as well conditioned as yours, but maybe you can give her tips on that. "
"Horse's ass. Remind me to bring a crate of New York apples and oranges for the obnoxious little cripple. "
When Marcus shoved at him, Thomas ducked away and put the picture down with the other gifts.
It made him think of something else, though. While he tried to push the thought away, of course Marcus saw the shadow of it cross through his eyes.
"What is it, pet?"
"I guess that holds true for me too. I'm like your mother. Just because someone tells you that you have to act a certain way to prove you love them, doesn't make that the honorable thing to do, or the right thing. Sometimes, making them realize you need to do the right thing and can still love them is what's right. I'm so sorry, Marcus. " He faced him, met him eye to eye. "Thank you for fighting for us both until I figured it out. "
"Well," Marcus shrugged, finding himself at a loss.
Thomas touched his face. "You aren't getting all weepy on me, are you? You Yankee boys, you cry a lot. Now Tyler Winterman, he seems a big strong Southern guy, no tears. . . And he can tie a cravat too, which you know is very important for my day-to-day fashion requirements. "
Marcus caught his wrist. "Don't test me, farm boy. " He shot him a smile. While he knew Thomas was teasing him, he nevertheless felt the need to add, "You're mine, pet.
Mine to protect and love. "
"Same goes. I'm yours. Master. " Thomas moved closer, his dark brown eyes getting that intent focused look that made Marcus' thoughts immediately shift to what they might be doing to celebrate their first night married. "And I'm going to take care of you too. Whatever way you demand, and a lot of ways you won't. "
"I can think of a few demands now. " As Marcus closed the gap to taste Thomas' lips, Thomas' fingers dug in at his waist in that strong, urgent way Marcus knew so well.
Strength and gentleness. His farm boy. Strong, sexy exterior and a steel core, with a generous, shy heart that was all his. Forever.
His family.
