Page 84 of The Defiant Curse

Taking his face in his hands, he softly kissed him on the mouth, sharing that gentleness. When he broke it, he shared with him.

“You assumed. You should just ask. Hey, can I fuck your ass? The answer is ALWAYS going to be yes, Graham. You’re my husband, and we share each other. If you want to be in me, just say it. I’m never going to say no.”

He rested his forehead against his.

There was a weight removed from his heart.

When D’Artangnan came back, he’d been a new man, literally. Michael was different in a few ways.

“I’ve missed sharing that intimacy with you. I’d like to have that back, too,” Graham stated.

Michael smiled.

“Okay,” he said, wanting his husband to have everything he craved and needed. As his partner in life, his joy was his too. “Have at me.”

Graham hugged him.

“I love you so much, D’Artangnan,” he whispered as he said it. As he was straddling his lap, he shared his heart. “Thank you for sharing you.”

Michael held him.

“We’re each other’s one and only for a reason, Graham. What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine. That’s how a relationship, a marriage, works. Where do you want me? Because I’m excited to share my body with my husband.”

He was excited too.

“I like face-to-face,” he admitted.

Well, then, that was exactly what his husband was getting. Either way, he was getting off, so, there were no losers in this game.

Sliding down, and taking Graham with him, his husband moved between his thighs and found Michael’s mouth with his. The kiss took them back up the climb, as did the wandering hands. Before both men knew it, they were rolling around the bed, and back in that same position.

The bedding was a mess, but they were the happiest they’d ever been.

They were home.

Together.

When he felt the nudge, Michael relaxed and let his husband take control.

The feeling of him filling him again, after all of these years was probably the highlight of his day. He’d missed this, and now, it was back too.

“D’Artangnan,” Graham whispered, as he filled his husband’s ass, and the feeling…

God.

He’d missed this.

He’d missed this connection to him in the worst way. So much so, that it brought tears to his eyes.

It was special, and it was perfect.

Then, he began moving.

As he did, Michael moaned in pleasure. His erection was caught between their bodies, and once more, he was filled with that overwhelming need to explode.

Neither spoke.

The moment was just too perfect. They were finally complete and whole again.