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He kissed away the one tear which escaped.

“Will you wear one, when we’re married?” I asked.

“Yes, sweetheart, we’ll pick one out for me soon. But now, I have to fulfill one of my promises.”

I vibrated. “To ravage me until I scream your name?”

“That, and so much more,” he promised.

Chapter 10

Graham

It’sapparent to me once I wake up, Neko isn’t in bed with me. There’s a minuscule part of me ready to panic. The protective side who would tear through the bedroom and down the stairs searching for him while screaming his name at the top of my lungs until he appeared. But it all receded when I heard the faucet in the bathroom turn off.

Heightened awareness and dread were constant whenever Neko wasn’t near. In the month and a half since our engagement on the night of my birthday, Chaos and Mayhem kept me updated on the ex, without Neko knowing. They’d tracked his phone outside our house for nine minutes the night I caught the suspicious car leaving without its lights on, confirming he’d started stalking Neko’s movements.

We added several cameras covering all angles inside and outside, motion sensors around the house, and three new deadbolts; at the garage, back door, and front door. I’ve caught the same car on security camera driving by several times. Each time I’ve documented it in a file, along with the videos I saved, before I reported his movements and sent over the evidence to the police.

But he must’ve received a warning because for the past two weeks, there hasn’t been a trace of him. With anyone else, they would let their guard down, thinking it was a fluke. But I knew better. Three years after their breakup and his subsequent arrest, he tracked Neko’s life through his channel, took note of the people he interacted with, and wasted time circling our neighborhood hoping to spot him, so I knew a visit from the cops wouldn’t discourage him.

“Ahem.”

I lifted my head from the pillow and choked on my tongue. I scrambled up for a better look and almost fell out of bed.

Neko, the most desirable man I’d ever laid my eyes on, stood there looking wide awake at seven in the morning, wearing a tee with ‘Cute Gay Unicorn’ on the front. The white material draped down his slender form as he leaned against the doorframe with a smile tilting the side of his mouth.

With slow movements, I lowered my gaze down his torso and said, “I can’t help but notice you’re missing your pants, sweetheart.”

A dramatic gasp burst from his throat as he bunched up the material of his shirt in his fists and lifted it, revealing a candy pink jock with white straps. His marvelous cock trapped in the soft-looking cotton in the front. And when he turned to show off the back, I found myself jealous of the two bands plumping his globes, disappearing between his legs.

“Hm, it seems you’re right, love. It might have something to do with my plan for this morning.”

With my cock growing hard in my boxer briefs, I kicked off the comforter and moved from the bed. Or let’s be honest, I scrambled toward the other side, getting tangled in the sheets and comforter, before rolling off the bed.

I’m drawn to Neko on an elemental level. But knowing he’d chosen me to share his life with, to trust in a physical and emotional relationship, left me with the knowledge every day how much of a lucky bastard I was.

What intrigued me wasn’t his sexy-as-fuck underwear or the cocky way in which he knew the display would draw me close to him, but the desire sparking in his beautiful hazel eyes, for me alone.

Without stopping, I strode forward until I buried my face against his neck and breathed in his warm skin and the lemon scent from his body lotion. There were more times than I could count when I became mesmerized, watching him rubbing the silky cream all over his skin, an exotic dance that never failed to ignite my blood.

“And what does your plan include?” I choked out.

“Well, I set my alarm at six this morning, knowing Hensley and I have the stream at noon. Then I dragged my body, incapable of processing my wakefulness at such an indecent hour, mind you, into the shower where I scrubbed my skin clean. And then using these fingers…”

He paused, wriggling two digits on his left hand, before he leaned forward. The next words whispered in my ear.

“I’mclean. Maybe even brushing against my prostate once or twice, but I stopped myself because I vowed to wait for you before I came. I forced myself to rinse and towel off, but I thought I heard you wake when I couldn’t keep the moans from escaping my throat as the fluffy material kept brushing over my cock.”

A loud growl escaped my throat, and I nipped at the sensitive skin on his neck, causing a loud gasp. My siren sound.

“And what’s supposed to happen?”

My fingers traveled along the top band of his tempting jock, following it down the curve of his ass, until my finger brushed the outside of his crease. His hips tilted back, but I kept my fingers dancing along the straps and away from temptation. With my other hand, I cupped his hip and slid my splayed hand up his ribcage until my thumb drew close enough to another of his erogenous zones.

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

As he opened his mouth, I flicked my thumb against his hardened nub and brushed the other against his hole, both whispers of touch against his heated skin. His hips jerked forward, and it was my turn to moan as his trapped cock brushed against my clothed one.