Page 13 of Killer Honeymoon
Sawyer’s chuckle vibrated against Royce’s flesh, and it heightened his resurging arousal. “You always do,” he quipped between kisses. “Let me guess. Now that your second favorite body part is appeased…” Sawyer’s voice trailed off as he skimmed the back of his hand down the front of Royce’s T-shirt. The barest hint of knuckles brushing against the cotton had the same effect as someone dragging a match across a striker. Royce was on fire, but Sawyer’s wicked smile said he was just getting started. “I think it’s time to appease your favorite appendage,” Sawyer said, then pressed his lips to Royce’s throat. This time, Sawyer sank his teeth into the tender flesh while ghosting his knuckles over Royce’s burgeoning erection.
There was something Royce wanted to say, a claim he wished to dispute, but Sawyer wrapped his wicked fingers around Royce’s shaft and lazily stroked upward. His thought was critical, so Royce mentally grabbed it before it drifted away on a cloud of lust. Royce pulled back enough to look into Sawyer’s eyes but not so far that he broke his husband’s hold on his dick. He wasn’t an idiot.
“I’m not looking to pick a fight so early in our marriage,” Royce said, “but I need to clarify an assertion you just made.”
Sawyer quirked a brow, and his lips twitched at the corners as if he were fighting off a smile. “This should be interesting because the only ‘assertion’ I’ve made is that your dick is your favorite appendage, and your stomach is a close second. I’m ready for your rebuttal.”
Royce chuckled because he loved it when Sawyer’s legal geek surfaced. Usually, he’d play along, but Sawyer held his entire universe in his hand and not just the appendage Sawyer had referenced. Royce cupped the back of Sawyer’s neck and pulled him close again. “My favorite body part is the heart you hold in your hand.” The fingers around Royce’s cock flexed, but it didn’t seem like a voluntary gesture. “My dick and stomach are a very close second and third, but they’re not my favorite.”
Sawyer looked at him with his melted-chocolate gaze. “I promise to take excellent care of it.”
Royce couldn’t resist canting his hips forward to encourage more exploration. “Which one?”
Warm laughter rumbled from his husband’s chest. “Them,” Sawyer amended. “I promise to take care ofthem.”
Royce released a dramatic sigh as if he’d really been worried. “How does Sunday shower sex sound to you? We can get squeaky clean before we hit the road.”
“Perfect,” Sawyer replied.
And it would’ve been. Their kisses were hotter than molten lava, and the two of them sparked enough electricity to light up Savannah. But when Sawyer dropped to his knees to take Royce’s cock into his mouth, a blast of icy cold water hit Royce’s back with the impact of a Mack truck.
“Cold! Cold! Cold!” Royce cried out, hopping from foot to foot.
“But getting hotter,” Sawyer replied, seeking out the dick bobbing in front of his face.
Royce’s body protected his husband from the arctic blast until Royce’s brain computed the situation. When he turned to reach for the faucet, Sawyer took the brunt of the cold water to his face until Royce managed to turn the water off.
“Fuck!” Sawyer yelled as he scrambled to his feet. “What the hell was that?”
Royce blew out a frustrated breath through his chattering teeth. “That’s the water heater going out midcoitus.”
Sawyer reached outside the shower and grabbed their towels. “Please don’t let this be an omen,” he said while toweling his wet hair.
Royce wrapped his towel around his neck, then reached for Sawyer’s lean hips. “Hey,” he said. Sawyer peeked his head out from beneath the navy-blue terrycloth. “This is a minor nuisance but an easy fix. No omen. I’ll get dressed and head over to the hardware store to buy a replacement water heater. It won’t take me long to swap them out. We’ll be on the road to our honeymoon before you know it.” Royce eased his head inside the towel tent.
Sawyer sighed. “You’re right. Just a minor detour, not a roadblock.”
“That’s the spirit,” Royce said and swatted him on the ass. “I’ll ravage you once we get to Gatlinburg. I’ll make you come so hard your shouts of pleasure will echo through the mountains.”
“I’m holding you to that,” Sawyer called after him.
The emergency DIY repair required two trips to the hardware store when Royce discovered the plumbing fittings on the new heater didn’t match the fittings on the old one. “Easy fix,” he called out on his way out the door for a second trip.
“Famous last words,” Sawyer shot back.
Two hours later, they’d loaded down the SUV with luggage, a cooler, and multiple forms of entertainment for the long drive. Bones had darted under the bed in protest as soon as Sawyer rolled the first suitcase out of the closet. Royce sat on the bedroom floor where Bones could see him.
“Your daddies won’t be gone long, beautiful boy,” he cooed gently. Royce imagined the look of disgust on the cat’s face at his lame attempt to coax him out. He chuckled and headed into the kitchen, returning with a chunk of biscuit he’d pilfered. “Look what Daddy has for his Bonesy Bones.”
Sawyer chuckled from the doorway. “You nearly had him with the biscuit but then blew it with the cutesy name. You know he hates it. I bet Bones is imagining all the terror he’ll rain down on your belongings while we’re gone.”
“Me? Why am I the bad guy?” Royce asked. He lay on his stomach and peered under the bed. Bones’s eyes glowed with menace. “I wanted astaycation for our honeymoon, Bones. Your other daddy insisted on avacation. He twisted my armandmy testicles. What could a guy do?”
“He’s good and pissed. He won’t come out for either of us.”
Royce refused to give in and wiggled the chunk of biscuit. The glowing eyes got closer as Bones inched his way toward him. “That’s my good boy. Uncle Topher promises to take excellent care of you. Come here and let me love you.”
The doorbell rang and Sawyer said, “I bet that’s Toph now.”