Page 10 of Killer Honeymoon
“Yet.” Royce reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the chunk of sourdough he’d pilfered and wrapped in a napkin for Bones. He extended the treat to their feline, who snagged it with his paw and devoured it with a lusty growl. Royce looked over at his smoking hot husband. He gripped the bottom of Sawyer’s corset vest and tugged him closer. “I know the feeling, Bones,” Royce said before kissing Sawyer long and hard. They broke apart, breathless and wanting. “I’ll feed the beast and grab the champagne. You strip down to nothing but the vest and get on the bed.”
Sawyer pressed a quick kiss to Royce’s lips, then took a step back, peeling off his jacket. “Don’t be long.”
“I won’t.”
Feeding Bones was quick, but wrestling with the champagne stopper took longer than planned. “Please don’t be asleep. Please don’t be asleep,” he chanted quietly as he finally made his way to their room with the champagne bottle and two flutes. Sawyer had set flickering candles on every hard surface, bathing the room in a warm, romantic glow. Royce started to ponder where Sawyer had pulled them from and how he’d had time to set the scene and strip down, but then noticed his husband sprawled on the bed wearing nothing but the corset vest and Royce’s sky-blue briefs. Sawyer was lying on his stomach with his hands shoved under his pillow and his head facing away from Royce. His position showed off the sexy crisscrossing laces in the corset vest and Sawyer’s superb ass.
“Please don’t be asleep,” Royce repeated.
“Come over here and find out.”
Every instinct in Sawyer urged him to roll over and watch his sexy husband approach their bed, but he wouldn’t deny Royce his heart’s desire. He turned his head on the pillow instead and was glad he did. The intensity smoldering in Royce’s eyes as he stood in the doorway triggered goose bumps all over Sawyer’s skin. His husband seemed to only have eyes for his ass, so he flexed those muscles to put on a little show.
“Careful,” Sawyer teased. “You’ve got quite the death grip on the flutes. I’d hate for you to break them and cut yourself. An ER visit is no way to spend our first night together as husbands.”
Royce snapped his gaze up to meet Sawyer’s, but he remained rooted to the spot. The ten-foot distance felt more like ten thousand in the silence. Sawyer’s pulse picked up, rushing in his ears as self-consciousness became a dark devil whispering doubt in his ears.
“I nearly dropped them just now,” Royce said. “Still might. You are…” His voice drifted off like he couldn’t find the right words. Then Royce swallowed hard and said, “You are the most magnificent thing I have ever seen. I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
Sawyer relaxed and took a calming breath. “Why don’t you come over here and take a closer look.”
Royce kept his eyes locked on Sawyer as he prowled across their candlelit room. It reminded Sawyer of the first time he’d seen Royce on his motorcycle. He’d decided to tail a suspect on a hunch but hadn’t told Royce or anyone at the precinct. When his instinct proved correct, Sawyer had called dispatch for assistance since Royce hadn’t given him his number. Royce had rumbled up to the scene on his Harley before the patrol units arrived and swaggered up to him just like he now approached their bed.
Royce stopped at the side of the bed, set the champagne and flutes on the bedside table, but didn’t move to touch Sawyer. Electric anticipation thrummed through him, building to a crescendo and making his skin so sensitive that the brush of air from the ceiling fan felt like a caress. Even Sawyer’s hair follicles hurt like he had a fever. He wanted to snake out an arm to pull Royce onto the bed, but he clenched his fists beneath the pillows. Sawyer knew his patience would pay big dividends. He breathed through the urge and kept his gaze on his husband.
Slowly, as if his limbs were too heavy for anything quicker, Royce reached out and trailed a single finger over the vest’s crisscrossing laces. Heat bloomed each time his fingertip brushed over Sawyer’s bare skin, leaving smoldering hot spots in its wake. When Royce reached the last crisscross, he hooked his finger through the lace and tugged. The fabric cinched tighter around Sawyer’s torso, but it was anything but painful. Those little hot spots along his spine turned into raging infernos of lust that threatened to burn him alive if Royce didn’t do something.
With his finger still hooked in the laces, Royce’s free hand got in on the action, caressing Sawyer’s ass.
“Are those my briefs?” Royce huskily asked as he traced the crack of Sawyer’s ass.
“I knocked out something borrowed and something blue with one item.”
Royce took a shaky breath, then gripped Sawyer’s right cheek hard before shifting to the left and doing the same. Royce twisted his fingers in the laces, pulling the vest even tighter as his other hand dipped lower until the tips of his fingers brushed against Sawyer’s balls. “I like that you stole my underwear, but I especially love knowing something of mine”—Royce paused and cupped Sawyer’s sac—“is hugging you tightly, even when I can’t.”
Sawyer groaned and spread his legs wider, granting Royce better access and earning a playful slap on his ass.
“Less slutty,” Royce teased, a phrase they both used when one of them was acting too eager.
Sawyer chuckled. “Not sorry.” He doubled down by spreading his legs even more. Royce had barely touched him, and he was already resisting the urge to grind against the mattress for relief. Royce rewarded his boldness by slipping his hand under him to grip his leaking cock through the fabric.
The bed dipped as Royce climbed onto it fully clothed.
Sawyer pushed up to his elbows and looked over his shoulder. “Aren’t you a little overdressed for what we have planned?”
Royce didn’t answer, not verbally anyway. He released his grip on Sawyer’s vest to work the briefs down his legs and toss them aside. Then Royce positioned himself between Sawyer’s legs. The outline of Royce’s erection beneath his pants taunted Sawyer and stoked those fires impossibly higher. To know he aroused a man like Royce Locke was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Royce gripped Sawyer’s ass in both hands. He massaged the globes as he pushed them together and pulled them apart. “You’re mine now.”
Sawyer could’ve responded that he’d belonged to Royce since day one, but they both knew this union was different and their bond tighter. As if Royce had read his mind, he reached up and hooked a lace again, twisting and tightening to emphasize his point, then he slid his hand under Sawyer to grip his cock again, this time with nothing between them. Sawyer groaned and lifted his ass a little higher. Royce lowered his head and sank his teeth into his right ass cheek.
“I’ve been dying to do that all night,” Royce said, his breath ghosting over Sawyer’s tingling flesh. And he must’ve enjoyed it because he gave Sawyer an identical love bite on his left cheek. “I want to feel you everywhere all at once. I need to be inside you, but I ache to feel the burn of you stretching me open on your cock.”
Sawyer bucked into his touch. “Okay. You’ll need to lose your clothes first.”
Royce chuckled and released Sawyer to ease off the bed. Sawyer rolled onto his side to enjoy the show as Royce disrobed much too slowly for his liking. Sawyer’s lust spiked with every article of clothing that hit the floor. When Royce shoved his underwear down his long, toned legs, Sawyer sat up and stroked his fingers over Royce’s dick.
He was hard as steel and soft as velvet, a contradiction that never failed to entice Sawyer. Royce stepped forward, cupped Sawyer’s face in both hands, and kissed him deeply. Until then, their kisses had primarily been G-rated. But the moment called for more. Sawyer swirled his tongue around Royce’s, pulling it deeper into his mouth and sucking it like he would Royce’s cock.