Page 53 of Brokered Betrayals

Royce prepped, stretched, and notched his cock against Sawyer’s hole. He kept his gray eyes locked on him as he pushed inside. Full lips parted on an exhale that was half sigh and half moan. “Been too long.” Royce stopped halfway inside, his cock throbbing in time with Sawyer’s racing heart. “Damn, I need this. I need you, baby.”

“I’m right here. Take me.”

Royce snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep. “Need you.”

“Show me.”

They moved together then, bodies gliding and hands roaming. Incredible sex was nothing new, but this felt…next-level. Sawyer crossed his ankles over Royce’s firm ass and used his heels to spur him on, to plunge deeper and fuck harder. It still wasn’t enough. The same desperation Sawyer had felt earlier surged higher, and he rolled Royce onto his back and straddled his hips. Royce’s gray eyes darkened with the passionate tempest brewing inside, and Sawyer gave himself over to the maelstrom of emotions taking over his body. There was a world happening outside their bedroom door, but neither of them was aware of it. Sawyer found the perfect angle so that Royce’s dick hit his prostate just right. He planted his palms on Royce’s chest and rode him with reckless abandon.

Royce ghosted his fingertips over Sawyer’s chest and rubbed his nipples with his thumbs. “So fucking sexy.” His hand drifted lower until it brushed against Sawyer’s bouncing cock. “Need me to jerk you off?”

Sawyer shook his head. His pleasure had built to a blinding crescendo. He was right there. Just needed one more. Rightfucking there. His breath snagged in his throat as he came. His first spurt landed on Royce’s chin and neck. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s it, baby.” Royce gripped his hips and bounced him up and down his shaft. “Use me.”

Sawyer rode out his orgasm until he had nothing left to give. Royce dug his heels into the mattress and thrust upward, shooting his release into Sawyer’s tight channel.

“This is my favorite kind of mess to clean up,” Sawyer said. He swiped his finger through the mess he’d made on Royce’s face.

Grabbing Sawyer’s wrist, Royce said, “Gimme?” He licked the finger clean and tugged Sawyer down for a deep kiss.

They lay snuggled together for several minutes before reality returned.

“Cleaning, huh?” Royce asked.

Sawyer laughed and rolled onto his back before they ended up stuck together. “Our house is a mess.”

“Correction: our home looks like a family with a newborn lives here.”

“I want to have family dinners again on Sundays with Dane and Cayden. I don’t want them to feel displaced now that we have a baby.”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about that too. I miss them.”

“Me too,” Sawyer said. “So, we tidy up a little and figure out which casserole we want to thaw out for Sunday.”

“My vote is for the chicken and stuffing Jo made us. That’s one of my favorites.”

“We can serve it with mashed potatoes, some kind of vegetable, and rolls,” Sawyer said. “We’ll need to put a grocery order together.”

“Uh-huh,” Royce said around a yawn.

Sawyer turned his head and glared at Royce, not that he noticed Sawyer’s ire with his eyes closed. “Don’t go to sleep.”

“I’m not. Just resting my eyes until my legs recover.” Royce yawned again and reached for the covers shoved at the foot of the bed, where they’d left them at Darla o’clock that morning. “Might as well cover up.”

“Your dick is slick with your orgasm, and my spunk is all over you.”

Royce gave a halfhearted shrug and another yawn. “Can’t be assed right now. Maybe we should take a power nap before we clean. Just thirty minutes.”

“Fine. I’ll set a timer so we don’t sleep until dinner.” Sawyer leaned over the bed, grabbed the first article of clothing he reached, and came up with a shirt. He mopped up most of the mess on both of them and tossed the shirt back onto the floor.

Royce covered them up and turned onto his side. Sawyer spooned in behind him and was out like a light until a ringing phone woke him up. He was disoriented at first because the room was darker than he’d expected after a little nap. That’s when he realized he’d forgotten to set an alarm on his watch, and they’d slept much longer than they’d planned. With winter’s shorter days, it was hard to judge the time, but he’d bet it was at least three o’clock.

Royce sat up suddenly beside him. “Oh shit. Where’s the baby?”

“At my mom’s.” Sawyer threw back the covers and swung his legs out of bed. “That was probably her calling because she hasn’t heard from us for so long.”

“It’s more likely your dad calling because he wants his wife back,” Royce said, nestling deeper under the blanket.