Page 35 of Point of Contact

Trevor woke slowly to the feel of Carl’s lips nuzzling the sensitive skin behind his ear, and he gave a lazy stretch.

“Morning, honey.” Carl strung tiny kisses down Trevor’s neck to his shoulder. “You know what today is?”

Trevor arched his head back to give Carl access to his throat, and he shivered when Carl slid his hand beneath the sheet to brush his fingers over Trevor’s belly, drifting them downward. “Mmm.” He groaned as Carl cupped his balls in a gentle massage. “No, what’s today?”

“Oh, nothing. Only that three months from this very day, you’ll finally be my husband.” Carl encouraged Trevor to lift his leg to give Carl more room to move. Shivery heat moved through him as Carl rubbed the wet tip of his cock with his thumb, smearing the fluid beading there. “I can’t wait.”

“Yeah?” Trevor breathed, thrusting into Carl’s encircling fist. “Anticipating our wedding night, are we?”

Carl gave a throaty chuckle, pushing Trevor to his back and coming down over top of him. Trevor spread his legs and wound them around Carl’s waist, draping his arms around his neck and opening his mouth for a plundering kiss.

“Yep,” Carl said against Trevor’s lips. “And I plan to anticipate it as much as possible between now and then, believe me.”

Their lovemaking was fierce and tender, and when it was over, Carl lay sprawled across Trevor’s chest, his face buried in his neck. Trevor stroked his hair as they drifted, and Carl lifted his head. “I love you. And I really can’t wait to marry you.”

“Mmm. Me either.” Trevor’s voice was husky with satiation, and Carl gave a satisfied grin at the sound.

“Fucked you that good, did I?” he asked smugly, and Trevor gasped in mock outrage, smacking his ass. That led to wrestling, groping and more kissing, and when the doorbell rang, they were both breathless with laughter and arousal.

Carl pushed off the bed, grabbing for his robe. “I’ll get it. I had those fabric samples shipped express, so I’ll need to sign for it. Seems kind of early for Fed Ex, though.” He disappeared out of the room, and Trevor glanced at the clock. Eight thirty.

He got out of bed and headed for the shower, humming. Three months until he married his love, and a little less than two months until his son came home. Trevor replayed Riley’s surprise phone call of a week ago in his mind.

“Got our ex-fill date, Dad!” He made a drumroll sound. “July 12th!”

“Wow! That’s when you’ll actually be here? Be home?”

Riley laughed. “Nah, that’s when we’re supposed to head back to Italy. I’m not sure when we’ll actually be flying out for Colorado, but you know I’ll keep you posted.”

“I know you will, son. I’m circling July 12th on the calendar right now. So close, yet so far.”

“Tell me about it,” Riley said drily. “But there’s light at the end of the tunnel, Dad. Easy peasy.”

“Easy peasy,” Trevor echoed. “Take care of yourself, Riles.”

“Always. See you soon, Dad. God, it feels so good to say that!”

Before Trevor could reply, the call dropped.

Now, he lifted his face into the hot spray of the shower, wondering what to do to celebrate Riley’s homecoming. Throw a party? Whisk him right off to Hawaii? The next time he called, Trevor would ask him what his preferences were, find out how long his post-deployment leave would be.

“Trevor, get out here!” Carl called from the other room. “You have to see this!”

Trevor grabbed a towel and dried off before slipping his robe on, gratefully taking the cup of coffee Carl handed him when he got to the kitchen. A box with the top split open was on the island, and Carl rooted enthusiastically through it, pulling out different fabric samples and holding them up.

“Now we can decide on the tablecloths and chair covers for the reception,” he crowed, draping a swatch over the back of one of their dining room chairs. “I needed the visual to help me make up my mind on the color.”

Trevor feigned enthusiasm, content to let Carl fuss about the wedding details, his mind full of ideas for Riley’s homecoming. Suddenly his vision was filled with blue as Carl dropped a piece of fabric over his head.

“You’re not even listening to me, Estes! I swear, the wedding is off!”

He pretended to flounce away, and Trevor leaped from his chair, grabbing Carl and pressing him back against the counter, the blue swatch still hanging from his head.

“Don’t even think about dumping me,” he growled, shoving his hands inside Carl’s robe and bending down to kiss him roughly. “You’re mine.”

Carl mock-struggled, but Trevor held on tight. Things were just starting to heat up when the doorbell pealed again, and Carl sighed, pushing Trevor away and tightening his robe. “Shit, I’ll get it. I wasn’t expecting another package, but—”

He headed for the front door, and Trevor grabbed his cup of coffee, taking a long, satisfying sip before yanking the fabric off his head and adding it to the rest of Carl’s silly swatches. He really did need to pay more attention to the details, since it was important to Carl and—