Page 85 of Poles Apart

Jacob coughed, and he opened his eyes. Ok, that was probably taking it a bit far, but he couldn’t resist. They would need to give it a proper wash when they got home, but this would have to do for now.

“I would love to marry you, Dom. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and Abby. I wasn’t living before. I was just existing, then you came back into my life, brightened my world and made me the happiest—and horniest—person alive. I can’t wait to do this.”

Dom slipped the ring onto Jacob’s finger. It took a little effort as it was still tacky, and as he pushed it home, he leaned in for a kiss.

Aware of who was watching, they kept it clean, a gentle press of lips, but as they say, sometimes less is more, and the love he felt coming from his now fiancé was immeasurable.

As they broke apart, he leaned forward and whispered in his fiancé’s ear, “Well, that brings new meaning to the words, suck my ring.”

Jacob laughed and brought Dom’s hand to his mouth. “Fuck Dom. You only had to ask.”

The End