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“That it makes you happy,” he said. “Being with me, I mean. I doubt a divorce makes anyone happy, even when they need one.”
I remembered his words from the night before, spoken in the darkness while he thought I was sleeping.I miss happy Beck.
Finally, I could respond to the intimate confession he’d made.
“I’m happy as long as we have each other,” I said. “That’s my only condition. Even if this…doesn’t last forever, Wes, I don’t want it to come between us.”
“It won’t,” he promised.
It was the kind of promise that was easy to make, but difficult to keep. But I didn’t doubt him. Wes had always had my back, and I knew he always would.
* * *
WES
This wasn’thow I imagined my divorce taking place. I was lounging, naked in bed, with my equally naked stepbrother cradled in my arms. Our skin was still damp from the shower, sticking a bit where we touched.
I’d indulged in access to his whole body for the first time since we were in Las Vegas. Beckett had a wiry frame, but it hid a lot of muscle he’d built on the job. He was lean but strong, slender but hard.
It seemed counterintuitive that I’d be so turned on by his firm muscle when I was used to softer bed partners, but there was no denying how hard my cock got when I’d scrubbed his back and massaged that tight ass…
“Wes, did you hear me?” Beckett waved his phone in front of my face, a reminder of a much less pleasant reality. “I’ve got the forms pulled up here. We just have to fill them out.”
My warm bubble popped. “It’ll be done? Just like that?”
“I guess so.” Beck tilted his head back to gaze up at me, his eyes soft. “It doesn’t mean we don’t care about each other. It’s a formality. Just paperwork.”
I made a noncommittal sound. Beckett was right that it wouldn’t change our relationship. It wasn’t as if I was ready to be married. If Beckett and I hadn’t been stepbrothers, I was pretty sure our attraction would have taken a more normal course. We’d kiss, hook up a few times, date. We wouldn’t even consider marriage, not for a long time, anyway.
But since it was already done… Well, undoing it felt sort of like giving up on our relationship before it ever began.
“Are we sure this is legitimate? Maybe we should go to a real lawyer,” I said. “We don’t want to find out this was a scam and we’re still married twenty years from now.”
“Like Tucker and Laurie?” Beck said. “It kinda worked out for them.”
I chuckled. “True, but if we’re going that route, I say we skip the part where we think we’re divorced for two decades, and we just spend all those years together.”
An image of us kicking back with beers, both of us old and gray, popped into my head. It wouldn’t be the worst thing, would it?
“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” Beck said, catching on to my attempts to dissuade him.
“Well, yeah.” I grinned sheepishly. “But mostly I’m just happy you’re not pushing me away.”
“Uh-huh.” Beckett sounded skeptical, but he nuzzled into my neck and sank his teeth into my flesh enough to make me gasp. My cock stirred again. When he lifted his head, his eyes were glazed with lust. “You might have to push me away now.”
“Not a chance.”
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a deep, wet kiss.
He instantly went pliant, allowing me to take charge. I rolled us, flattening him beneath me, and drank in his whimper of need.
“Your ass is mine now,” I whispered in his ear.
He shuddered beneath me. “M-my ass?”
“Figure of speech, Beckett. I wouldn’t assume you’d let me fuck you.”
“I would,” he said, surprising the hell out of me. We had both lived as straight guys up to now, and I was pretty sure neither of us had much experience with the receiving end of anal.
