Page 51 of Adored

Gamble made up his mind for both him, and for Poe—who deserved a chance to be a father.

“Maybe we can consider a family if we ever have some safety, and The Hunters take out Von Donore.”

Poe knew they’d navigated another rough moment in the best way possible.

“I think you’d make cute babies,” he admitted. “I wouldn’t mind being a father.”

Gamble had so much faith in this man. He swore he’d never procreate again, but here they were, in a castle, and he could picture kids running amuck here.

“I think you’d make an adorable heir to the dukedom,” he stated. “When we’re safe, and after we get married, let’s discuss it,” Gamble stated. “I don’t want your bloodline to end. It’s a good, brave bloodline. Your brother was a hero, and you’re tenacious.”

Poe blushed.

This man made him feel good about himself and the world. Because of Gamble, he wasn’t mourning.

He wanted to live.

He wanted to laugh, live, and love, like Elizabeth had written on Rufus’ cast.

Glancing over at the dog, he was lying on the hard floor, and that parenting instinct had kicked in. Poe picked Rufus up, much to his annoyance, and Poe made a little bed of pillows in the corner.

The whole time, Gamble watched.

It was sweet.

When he turned, Poe explained.

“He’s not staying on our bed,” Poe admitted. “He can rest there.”

Gamble laughed.

“Don’t want doggy fur on your PJs, Doc?” he asked, thinking that was it.

Only, that had nothing to do with it.

Poe had different plans.

“No, I don’t want him in the way while we christen this room,” he said, moving toward him and into his body. “We’ve yet to fornicate in a bed. I think it’s about time we experienced that too.”

All of the talk about a family made Poe want to be in contact with his man.

Close.

Contact.

The man pressed to him was all Gamble needed to have his libido roar to life. Oh, he wanted him naked in bed with him now.

He wrapped his arms around Poe and began making love to his mouth.

It was wild, it was wicked, and it was definitely out of control.

Like how he felt.

“Be you,” Poe whispered, reminding him that he deserved all of Gamble. “I want the wild man,” he said. “Take control, and show me. I want to share our whole world.”

Well, ask and he would receive.

Kissing him, his one hand was on Poe’s ass, and the other in his hair. He worked his mouth over, the kisses feverish, wild, and out of control.