Page 27 of Only You

TWENTY-TWO

“Okay, so Cason was right. An outdoor wedding in December is a little much,” I say as I cling to my coat with my glove-covered hands.

Remy, who’s sitting next to me, wearing his parka, a stocking cap, gloves, and sporting a little red nose, doesn’t seem to be complaining at all as he watches Kellan and Phillip recite their vows to one another. He just takes my hand in his and watches in awe.

It is beautiful. I can’t lie.

Kellan and Phillip skipped the whole best-man thing, since the only guests here are Cason, Raegan, Kieran, Braylen, Remy, and me, and then a couple of people from both their places of work.

Oh, and the social worker who took over for Phillip, along with her husband, are also here.

It’s a small, intimate affair, with folding chairs in their backyard and a beautifully decorated arch.

The grooms stand with one officiant in front of us while it literally snows on all our heads, but the ceremony is beyond perfect.

When they’re declared married, we all cheer and then race inside their house for a quick reception before Kellan and Phillip take off for their three-night honeymoon, scheduled to be back just in time for Christmas Eve.

We pop open a bottle of champagne and a bottle of sparkling grape juice and toast the happy couple. I wrap my arm around Kellan, pretty much putting him in a headlock. “Happy for you, man.”

He laughs heartily at that. “When are you popping the question?”

Both our eyes drift over to Remy, where he’s pouring more grape juice for Braylen as he lets out a loud belch and giggles like crazy. “Maybe take it easy on the bubbly juice,” Remy says but fills up the glass anyway.

Braylen just starts to chug it down again, and Remy looks adoringly at the little boy. I turn back to Kellan. “Soon.”

He grins knowingly at that, not at all surprised. “Good. Who would have thought?” he wonders, looking around the room at our friends and family. “Never thought when I walked into that rehab center, I’d end up here.”

“No?” I look around too. Braylen is jumping on the couch with juice sloshing in his cup—thankfully, he drank it down quite a bit.

Kieran is reading—of course. Cason is laughing with Chelsea and her husband, both mechanics at our shop.

Phillip is trying to clean up messes—the guy can’t relax, even on his wedding night.

Raegan is happily chatting with one of Phillip’s coworkers.

It’s total chaos—but beautiful chaos. “I did.”

He looks over at me like I’m full of shit. “No, you didn’t.”

I laugh and release him from the headlock. “I did. I could tell how much you loved your siblings from our first talk. I had no doubt you’d make this happen.” I shove him playfully because feelings are gross.

He chuckles and then shoves me back. “Yeah well, that had a lot to do with you.”

Emotion creeps up, but I clear my throat quickly and just shake my head at him. Both of us shift around uncomfortably from foot to foot until finally the awkwardness is broken when we’re joined by our better halves.

An hour later, they climb into their car to head for a cabin on the lake, a cabin I’m pretty sure they won’t leave for the next three days, and Remy works with me to get all the kids to bed before we head into Phillip and Kellan’s room.

Phillip assured me they changed all the bedding this morning when I repeatedly asked him that. I love Kellan, but I don’t need to sleep in his jizz-covered sheets.

We strip down to our underwear, and Remy gets comfy under the covers before I grab the lube I brought from my bag and flip off the light, walking over to join him under the covers.

I lean over and kiss him softly, the kiss intensifying almost immediately, but his hand pushes against my chest all too soon. “We can’t.”

“We so can,” I say with a grin. Even though it’s dark, I’m betting he knows exactly what my face looks like. “Aren’t you turned-on with all the romance of the day and shit?”

He laughs quietly, keeping his voice in a low whisper. “I am, but the kids...”

“Are sleeping,” I say, and he huffs.

“I highly doubt they’re sleeping,” he says, but I can hear the smile in his voice. “We really shouldn’t.”

I kiss him again, rolling us so his body is tucked under mine. “We can be quiet.”

“No, you can’t,” he says, teasing me.

“I can, and I will,” I say, kissing down his neck slowly, breathing in the scent of his soap and the cologne still lingering on his skin. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” he says into my ear, kissing his way back to my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about something.”

“What?” I ask absently against his lips, wanting to get back to the kissing but also wanting to know what’s on his mind.

“I love being inside you.” I grin, nipping at his bottom lip.

“Good. Then get inside me.”

A soft chuckle follows and then... “But I was thinking I want to feel what it’s like for you to be inside me.”

The lust already starting to take over goes to an all-time high as I think about sinking into his sweet body.

“You know we don’t have to do that.” I gain some of my composure.

I don’t want him to think I need this. I’m more than happy to take his dick any day.

Turns out, I’m a little bit of a cockslut—well, for Remy’s cock anyway.

“I know.” He sounds certain. “But I want this. If you want to, of course. I don’t want to pressu?—”

I cover his mouth with my hand before he can finish. “No pressure. When we make love, it’s for both of us, right?”

I uncover his mouth and can see him nodding even in the dark. “Right.”

I kiss him hard. “You sure you want your first time here?”

“We’ll wash the sheets,” he teases, but then he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him, kissing me, soft and slow. My body responds instantly as we push down our underwear, leaving us both naked.

I really kind of hate that we have to be quiet. Damn Phillip and Kellan for having to go on their honeymoon and leaving us here on the night Remy wants to try this. I mean, yeah, I know I’m not being logical, but I’m trying.

I slick my fingers, kissing him long and slow. He’s taken me in every position we could come up with all over our house. From behind in the kitchens. On our sides on our couch. In the shower—many, many times. In our bed. But this is the way I need him right now.

Underneath me on his back, where I can kiss him and know he feels safe and protected. Loved and cherished the way he deserves. I open him slowly with one lubed finger and then two. He asks for a third, and I oblige, relishing in the tight heat that envelops my fingers.

He pushes onto them, pleading quietly for more, panting against my mouth as we kiss sloppily. And soon, I’m slicking up my cock, removing my fingers and sliding into him, inch by inch.

His channel tightens around me, gripping me with each push inside. It’s almost too much pressure around my dick, the tight heat fitting like a glove. And when I bottom out, it takes everything in me not to come deep inside him.

I don’t think he’d mind, but I need this to be good for him. I need to try to make it last. I let him adjust while kissing his neck softly, and then his hands go to my back, guiding me to move inside him.

“Harder,” he gasps against my lips, and though I don’t want to hurt him, I test it out.

Pushing into him and then pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back inside.

He cries out, and I cover his mouth with my hand.

Repeating the move over and over. I thrust into him, and his cries are muffled by my hand.

I lie down further onto him, crushing his body into mine as I find the crook of his neck, muffling my own moans of pleasure.

“I need you to come,” I say, turning my head toward his ear and breathing the words. Begging him to come as his tight ass surrounds my aching shaft. “I’m too close.”

He says something I can’t really hear as I slam into him, but when his back arches off the bed and he presses against my body, I feel a splash of cum between us, his ass turning into a vice grip. Then I lose it, coming deep inside him.

I’m breathing heavily and still on top of him, stroking slowly in and out, milking the last of our releases when there’s a loud bang on the wall followed by Cason’s voice. “Thank fuck! You know you could at least put a pillow between the headboard and the wall!”

I snicker at that as Remy covers his face with his hand and groans, “Oh my God. I’m not going to be able to look at them at breakfast tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you will.” I say, kissing his hands and lifting my weight up off him. “Or we’ll just have breakfast and all the meals delivered and hide in here until Kellan and Phillip get back.”

“Sounds good,” he says, his words quiet and muffled with his hands still over his face. I gently pull them down and lean down to kiss him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispers against my mouth.

I settle next to him, and he snuggles up to my side, my cum still leaking out of him after I pulled free from his body—neither of us in a hurry to clean up.

“I think I want this.”

“What’s that?” I ask with a content smile on my face. Whatever it is, I want it too.

“Marriage. Kids. Trying to sneak in a quickie when the kids go to bed.”

I grin, hugging his body closer to me. “I want that too. With you, Remy, I want it all.”

“We’ll have it all, Tatum.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

My eyes drift closed, and I dream of that future. Something I didn’t really allow myself to do for most of my life. I didn’t think I could ever have it. That happiness was meant for everyone else—but not me.

I’m thankful as fuck that wasn’t true.