Page 56 of Killer Honeymoon

To pass the time, they worked together to restore their house to its former pristine glory.

“Now?” Royce asked after they finished.

“Nope,” Sawyer said. “I’m hungry.”

They made BLTs and french fries and came up with a strategy over lunch.

“I think we should go in there looking and smelling like rich dudes seeking a high-risk poker game,” Royce said.

Sawyer dragged his last fry through the remaining pool of ketchup. “Sounds like an excellent plan.” He stood up, carried his plate to the sink, and headed toward the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

Sawyer whisked his shirt over his head but kept walking. “Now it’s time.”

Royce pushed back from the table so fast his chair crashed to the ground. He caught up to Sawyer before he reached the hallway. Sawyer laughed when Royce pulled him into his arms and ghosted a finger over his lips.

“The only thing more beautiful than seeing your lips curve in a smile just for me is seeing them wrapped around my cock.”

“You charmer,” Sawyer teased, though he was utterly enchanted by his man.

Royce pushed him against the wall and caged Sawyer’s head between his hands. “Less talking, more kissing and sucking.”

Sawyer pushed off the wall, forcing Royce to take a step back. He grabbed his hand and led Royce to the bathroom. Sawyer turned on the water to let it heat up, then focused on stripping his husband bare. He was so eager to touch and suck that he nearly stepped into the shower fully dressed before checking the temperature.

Royce snagged his wrist and dragged him back. “I love that you want me so badly, but maybe you should take your clothes off first.”

The steam filling the bathroom said they had enough hot water for a quick shower at least, so Sawyer stripped down like someone had started an invisible clock. Their hands were all over each other as soon as they stepped beneath the hot spray. They washed each other’s hair and used soapy hands instead of washcloths to clean one another’s bodies.

“Heaven,” Royce groaned.

Sawyer paused the trail of kisses he was placing along Royce’s collarbone to say, “The water does feel nice.”

Royce laughed and gripped Sawyer’s ass with both hands. “I was talking about your finger teasing my pucker.”

“Oh,” Sawyer said, pressing the pad of his finger harder against the opening. “Missed me, huh? I had horny plans for us down in the cellar until the trio of trouble showed up on our doorstep.”

Royce tilted his head back, and Sawyer went to work on his neck. “I saw those sleeping bags down there.”

Sawyer gazed up at him. “I assure you sleeping wasn’t the activity I planned to use them for. You know how a good thunderstorm makes me horny.”

“Sure do.” Royce slid a finger down Sawyer’s ass crack and traced a circle around his rim. “What were you going to do to me?”

Sawyer kissed Royce’s lips before dropping to his knees and repeating the gesture on Royce’s hip. He glanced up at his gorgeous husband and said, “Any damn thing I wanted.” Sawyer didn’t wait for Royce’s response; he parted his lips and sucked him down deep.

Royce choked on his breath, then reached down to trace the lips stretched around his cock. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

Sawyer reached between his legs, fisted his cock, and set a pace which had them both climaxing in an embarrassingly short amount of time. After the last drops were spent, he leaned his head against Royce’s thigh to catch his breath. Royce threaded his fingers through Sawyer’s hair, massaging his scalp. He wanted to stay right there forever.

“Water temperature just dropped a few degrees,” Royce said. “I don’t think we should push our—”

The memory of Sawyer taking ice-cold water to the face was fresh in his mind. Sawyer was on his feet and stepping onto the bathmat before Royce finished his sentence. Royce shut off the faucet and followed him.

A few minutes later, they stood buck naked in the master closet, surveying the clothes Sawyer had packed. “What should we wear to Hooligan’s tonight?”

“Something that says ‘I’m rich and gullible. Please take advantage of me.’” Sawyer pulled down two short-sleeve, white button-down shirts from the rack, but none of their pants or shorts fell right. He turned, and his eyes landed on the flamingo and shark shorts tossed haphazardly on the bed.

“You can’t be serious,” Royce said after following Sawyer’s gaze.