Pecan Pie, page 2
I palmed his ass cheeks in his boxers and squeezed, unable to help myself. He had such a tight, firm ass—one you wanted to sink your teeth into.
I squeaked when he suddenly tossed me down on my bed, and I bounced, looking up at him with wide eyes. With a low growl, he crawled on the bed toward me. I wiggled, desperately needing him, especially when he looked at me like he was right then.
Like he wanted to consume me.
My shirt was the first thing to go, and then my jockstrap was, leaving me naked. I trembled and moaned when he licked the bead of precum from the tip of my cock.
“Lube,” he rumbled, glancing up at me.
“Nightstand.”
He quickly reached into the top drawer and grabbed it. As he smeared some on his fingers, I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs back toward my chest, baring all my most intimate parts to him.
A rumble of pleasure sounded from his chest that had me whimpering, more precum leaking from my prick.
“Anyone touched you since you’ve been with me?” he asked, his finger probing at my taint.
I shook my head. “Even got tested,” I gasped as he breached that first tight ring of muscle. “Clean.”
“Good. I am, too, and I want you raw, baby boy.”
I whined. My poor dick couldn’t take much more of his dirty words.
He sucked me into his mouth as he loosened me up for his cock. I knew he was large—larger than most—so he had to prep me a bit longer than most other men would need to. But he never seemed to mind—not now, and not two years ago. In fact, watching him, I knew he loved spreading me open like this, taking his time, watching me pant and writhe on the bed, needing him so, so badly.
He leaned up, popping me out of his mouth. He hadn’t let me come—kept backing off before I could. And I knew it was because he wanted me to come with him inside of me.
“You ready for me, baby boy?”
I eagerly nodded my head. He shoved a pillow under my ass and then lubed himself up before nudging at my taint. I arched my back as he slowly worked his way inside of me.
“Ah, fuck,” he hissed, his hand tightening on my hip. A choked sound ripped from his throat. “You feel so good, baby.”
I whimpered, needing him deeper. He leaned over me, taking my lips in a soothing kiss as he continued inching his way inside of me, being careful with my body as always. Even when we hit round five two years ago, he had still eased his way inside of me.
It had made me feel so cherished, and I was glad to see he hadn’t changed a single bit.
“Almost there, baby boy. How does it feel?”
“So good,” I whimpered. And then, I felt him push the rest of the way in. I linked my legs behind his back and grasped at his shoulders. And then, he began to fuck me into the mattress, his abs rubbing my cock every time he thrust.
That combined with his cock rubbing my prostate, I came undone within mere seconds, crying out his name, actual tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. But he didn’t stop. He continued pounding into me, licking my tears up at the same time, and within a few minutes, I was coming again. And that time, he spilled inside of me.
We lay together for a few minutes, both of us trying to catch our breaths and calm our heart rates. He pressed kisses to my face, whispering his love for me, which just made me soar on cloud fucking nine.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to me, baby boy. I love you—love you so goddamn much.”
I grasped his face and pulled his lips to mine. “I love you, too,” I whispered, tears slipping from my eyes again as he proceeded to kiss me with all the passion and love he had in his body.
4
Buckley
I moaned into the couch cushion as Shea ran his oiled hands over my back. I’d spent the day cleaning up his backyard. He’d had sticks and small limbs everywhere as well as leaves, and it had driven me nuts. And even though I knew he wasn’t going to stay here much longer—not with how determined I was to take him back with me—it still irked me to have his backyard looking like it did.
But I remembered a couple of years ago when he said he was working for a douchebag, homophobic asshole, and if he was still working for him, then chances were, Shea just didn’t have time or the energy to fuck with anything else—like the upkeep of the yard.
“Are you still working for that same company?” I asked him as he dug his thumbs into the sides of my neck, right at the beginning of my spine.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “I just obtained my master's last spring, but it hasn’t made a bit of difference.”
I grunted. It pissed me off when people couldn’t see how amazing and hardworking Shea was. “Well, you don’t have to work for him any longer if you don’t want to,” I told him.
His hands stopped moving, and I felt him tense. “What are you talking about, Buckley? I have bills to pay, and I have no savings. Of course, I have to keep working for him.”
I rolled over and gripped his hips, holding him in place. He was frowning down at me like I’d lost my mind.
“You know I wasn’t joking when I said I wasn’t leaving without you, right? I have to go back to work Monday, which means I have to leave.” I poked his nose. He scrunched his face up in the most adorable way. “That means you are coming with me.”
He shook his head. “I’d have to break my lease. And what am I going to do with all of my things? I don’t have money for a storage unit. And breaking my lease,” he repeated, going back to that. “It’ll ruin my credit.”
“I’m sure your lease has a marriage clause in it,” I said nonchalantly.
His gorgeous hazel eyes almost bugged out of his head. I had to roll my lips into my mouth to bite back a laugh. He was so cute. “Marriage?” he squeaked.
I nodded. “We’ll get married, obviously.”
He made to get up, but I tightened my hold on him. He looked a bit panicked. It was sort of adorable. But every argument he put up against me, I had one to sway him.
“Buckley, we barely know each other—”
I cleared my throat. “Baby boy, you like ham with your eggs in the mornings. And while ham and bacon come from the same animal, you don’t like bacon. You eat ketchup on your scrambled eggs. You like Hallmark movies because they always end in a guaranteed happily ever after. Your favorite color is baby blue—the same color as your bedsheets. You have an infatuation with anything lavender scented, and you always make your house smell accordingly to whatever holiday or season is near.” He blinked back tears. He hadn’t known, but I’d been paying close attention to everything he said and did. “You’ve been alone here since your friends got married and moved with their husbands.”
He opened and closed his mouth like a confused, lost fish for a moment before a tear slid down his cheek. “You’ve been paying that much attention?” he croaked.
I nodded, sitting up. He linked his ankles behind my back, clinging to me like a cute, little Koala bear. “Baby, I want to know everything there is to know about you. And I know I want to marry you. I’m not spending any more time away from you now that I have you again.”
He cupped my stubble-covered jaw. “You know I can be bratty sometimes, right? Especially when I’m really tired? And I’m a bit of a micro-manager.”
I smiled at him and brushed our noses together before stealing a quick kiss from his plump lips. “My life needs micromanaging, baby. So, I don’t care.”
He sniffled. “We’re really doing this?”
I nodded. “I’ll marry you this weekend to show how serious I am,” I told him, honesty ringing in my tone.
He nodded. “Okay,” he whispered. A big grin stole over his face, melting my fucking soul into a puddle of goo. “I’ll marry you, Buckley Deacon.”
I kissed him harder this time and laid him back on the couch, intending to make love to my sweet baby boy.
Epilogue
Shea
Noah and Asa grinned at me as I nervously looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a baby blue tuxedo, per my fiancé’s request. When I’d called Asa Thursday evening, he’d quickly called Noah and added him to our call. And then they—with their husbands—flew in Friday so Asa and Noah could see me get married.
I was so, so happy to have them as my friends.
“Crazy we all fell for military men in a town that doesn’t even have a base,” Noah laughed.
Asa rolled his eyes. “People leave this town with a quick ticket—the military. And some of us get lucky when they come back.” He looked down at his large, diamond ring. “I know I got fucking lucky.”
“Mouth, bratty boy,” Rip warned as he walked past the room, making Asa flush. I laughed. Rip always seemed to pop out of nowhere when Asa was being bratty or cursing. He was like smoke.
“Here,” Asa said, pulling something from his pocket—a tube of lip gloss. “Put this on. Your man won’t be able to keep his eyes off your lips if you do.”
“It’s true,” Noah said. “Asa and I got together a few months ago so our men could finally meet, and Linc couldn’t keep his eyes off my mouth.”
I flushed. They talked so openly about sex now, whereas I still blushed at the mere thought of it. Taking the tube from Asa, I quickly applied some to my lips, handing it back to him when I was done. I rubbed my hands down my tuxedo before nodding once at myself in the mirror.
“If I don’t get out of this room now, I won’t ever leave it,” I confessed.
Noah snorted. “Well, come on. The wedding march is about to begin anyway.”
He was right. Two minutes after we parked ourselves behind the doors that led into the main part of the church, the wedding march began. Asa walked out first, wearing a white dress that fit his frame perfectly. Noah went next, wearing a white tuxedo.
And then, it was my turn.
I stepped through the doors. It was a small, intimate event, so it was really just the minister, me, Buckley, Rip, Rip’s grandmother, Lincoln, Asa, and Noah. But I was still extremely nervous, and my steps faltered for a moment.
But when my eyes locked on Buckley’s, my feet began to move on their own. He calmed every nervous thought I had, and I breathed a little easier.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him; I had no doubt about that.
“You look sinful, baby boy,” he whispered once I neared him. As soon as I placed my hand in his, he helped me up the steps and then gently turned me to face him with a hand on my hip. He arched a brow. “Is that lip gloss?”
I flushed and nodded. He groaned. “You’re killing me, baby boy—slowly but surely.”
I giggled. He grinned and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Then, with his large, calloused hands holding my smaller, softer ones, we turned our attention to the minister.
I was ready to tie myself to this man forever.
“Buckley Deacon, will you have Shea Garrison to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort and keep him, and forsaking all others remain true to him, as long as you both shall live?”
I blinked back tears, and one spilled over onto my cheek when I noticed Buckley was trying not to cry as well. “I will,” he rasped, gently squeezing my hands in his. I knew it had to be killing him not to lick my tear off my cheek. The man had an obsession with doing that.
“Shea Garrison, will you have Buckley Deacon to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort and keep him, and forsaking all others remain true to him, as long as you both shall live?”
“I will,” I croaked, tears clogging my throat.
Buckley softly smiled at me.
The minister smiled at both of us. “With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband.”
Buckley didn’t even let him finish what he needed to say. He grasped my face in his hands and slanted his lips across mine, licking at the seam of my lips. I whimpered, eagerly kissing him back. And I flushed when he licked that tear off my cheek before diving back to my lips, feasting on them like I was a meal.
“Mmm,” he moaned when he parted our lips, a wicked smirk on his face. “Strawberries.”
I blushed. He just grinned and wrapped me up in his arms. “I love you, husband.”
I gripped the back of his tuxedo jacket, sniffling, trying so hard not to cry more. “I love you, too,” I whispered.
He pressed his lips to the top of my head.
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