Page 62 of Brokered Betrayals
Darla’s lips curved up into a smile, and a dimple winked in her cheek.
“Yes,” Royce whispered. “She might be asleep, but it still counts. She’s crazy about me too.”
“No one can resist that Locke charm.”
Adelivery update notification popped up on Sawyer’s phone that made him deliriously happy. “Derrick has my package, and I’m next in line to receive my delivery.”
Royce dropped the remote on the coffee table and aimed a menacing look in his direction. “Excuse me? This sounds an awful lot like a porn setup.”
Sawyer shimmied his shoulders and waggled his brows. “Derrick does sound like the name of a porn star with a massive package.”
Royce turned his body toward him. “Explain yourself before I get really jealous and probably pissed too.”
“Language, my love,” Sawyer crooned.
Royce jabbed his finger toward the baby monitor on the coffee table and said, “Our daughter is sleeping in her bassinet in our bedroom with her guard cat on duty. She’s six weeks old andcouldn’t repeat the word even if she’d heard it. Pissed, pissed, pissed. That’s what I’m going to be if this Derrick shows up and whips out a massive schlong.”
Sawyer tackled Royce onto the couch and straddled his hips. “Don’t be mad, baby. I’ll let you watch.”
“I’ll go to prison,” Royce declared. “I mean it.”
“Your schlong is the only one I want.” Sawyer cupped Royce’s face with both hands and kissed him, but he kept his mouth firmly closed in protest. “I don’t know jack about Derrick other than he works for FedEx.”
“And has a massive package to del—”
Sawyer cut him off with a hard kiss. “It’s a custom gift I ordered right after we confirmed Kelsey’s pregnancy. It’s something I saw on Etsy and had to have, even though there was a long waiting list.”
Royce glanced over at the monitor, confirmed Darla was still sleeping, and kissed a trail along Sawyer’s neck. “Our buddy Derrick can drop the box on the porch and get out of here.” He gripped Sawyer’s ass with both hands and thrust his hips upward. “I’ve got your package right here.”
Sawyer snickered. “I can’t take you seriously when you break out the cheesy porn lines.”
“Really?” Royce nipped that sensitive spot just below Sawyer’s ear and sent a delicious shiver down his spine. “How about now?”
“Meh.”
Royce’s dark chuckle rumbled against Sawyer’s flesh, and his pucker flexed in anticipation of the hell he was about to pay. Royce slid a hand under his waistband and pressed a finger against his entrance. “Liar,” he whispered. “I feel how badly you want me. I can make you forget all about your custom…whatever.”
Sawyer’s breath quickened, and his hips canted toward Royce’s erection of their own volition, proving his husband correct. “The package isn’t for me though. It’s for you.”
Royce put both hands on Sawyer’s chest and shoved playfully. “Well, why didn’t you say so?” He sat up and straightened his clothes and hair. “How do I look?” He snagged Sawyer’s phone off the coffee table. “If the notification tells you his name, does it also show you a picture?”
“Yep.”
“Whoa!” Royce turned the phone around to show a smiling Black man who looked too much like Shemar Moore for Sawyer’s comfort. “I bet Derrick gives new meaning to daddy.”
Sawyer snatched his phone with a huff and tucked it into his pocket. “I bought something really special for you to share with your daughter, and you’re going to ruin the surprise with tawdry remarks.”
Royce immediately sobered up. “I’m sorry.” He leaned forward to kiss Sawyer lightly on the mouth. “Take off your clothes, and I’ll make it up to you.”
Sawyer huffed a put-upon sigh. “I’d let you try, but my gift is so generous that I have to sign for it.”
Arching a brow, Royce said, “I didn’t even have to sign for my new iPhone. They just left that fucker on the front porch. What did you buy?”
“Amy from the Daisy Patch cares more about us than our phone carrier does.”
“Unless we don’t pay our bill,” Royce said. “Then they’d care a whole lot.”
“True.”