Page 31 of Promised Secret (Promises, Promises #3)

DAN

Five years later

“Where is your husband, dear? It’s rare to not see you two together,” Auntie Mae said from behind me in the grocery store checkout lane. She was Ryan’s mom and the biggest gossip in town.

Sometimes I wondered if the town solely ran on the gossip she fed it. If she’d gotten a job as a reporter, she would have made a killing with how scarily quick she got her intel.

I swore she knew the moment something happened in town, which was why it hadn’t surprised me when the entire town found out Clay and I got married, even though we’d secretly eloped.

Privacy in Kither Springs? What’s that?

I couldn’t even get mad, though. Auntie Mae was good people. In fact, she was one of the main forces that got our town to accept Clay and my shift from stepbrothers to boyfriends so quickly.

I heard anytime someone even skirted in the territory of shit-talking us, Auntie Mae was there knocking some sense into them.

She wasn’t the only one who had our backs. Our amazing friends were always there to defend us, and our parents were our biggest supporters.

Lao-ba even threatened to ban someone from the clinic for giving me a lecture about living in sin and all that jazz. My lao-ba never once in my entire life threatened to refuse service before, and his doing so to stand up for me made me secretly happy. It showed just how much he loved me.

The man ended up apologizing, probably not wanting to drive all the way to the city for his basic care. We were bound to provide emergency care to everyone, but owning our own clinic meant we technically could refuse general service.

I finished paying for my groceries, then turned back to Auntie Mae, flashed her a smile, and replied, “He’s at home. Speaking of, he’s waiting for me, so I’ll see you around.”

“Bye, dear. Give Clay my love!” she called to my departing back.

There weren’t many people on the street since it was still early morning, but a few early risers were already out in town.

They greeted me with smiles before heading their own way.

There were no weird looks about the man who married his stepbrother, not like it’d been a few years back.

Everyone pretty much accepted that Clay and I were in love, and if they had a problem with it, they had an entire wall of supporters they had to get past.

“Honey, I’m home!” I called when I reached home. Clay didn’t respond, but I knew he was waiting for me.

I didn’t go to find him immediately. It was still early. I took my time putting away the groceries, then fed our pet rats a round of treats.

Captain and Hook passed away a few years back. It was one of the worst things about having pet rats, since they had such short lifespans.

Even though I was the one who wanted to adopt them in the first place, Clay had taken their passing harder than I had.

It’d gotten to the point where Clay swore off getting any other pets—especially such short-lived ones as rats—until we were presented with more rats who needed adopting, and Clay fell in love.

The trio squeaked happily as they took the treats from my hands. Their little noses twitched in the air, probably looking for their other daddy. I couldn’t blame them for loving Clay so much. He spoiled them rotten.

After the babies were stuffed full of treats and had returned to their hideouts for their beauty sleep, I washed my hands with the new fancy soap Mom got us.

It was some homemade honey soap she’d gotten at the farmer’s market yesterday with Lao-ba.

I had to admit I liked how soft it made my hands, something I was sure Clay would love, too.

I checked the clock. It’d been an hour since I left to grab some groceries from the store, and we still had two hours before we were due for Sunday brunch. There was plenty of time.

Finally, I made my way to the bedroom. My cock plumped with each step with anticipation for what awaited me. I pushed our bedroom door open to find Clay waiting for me on our bed.

I was rock hard at the sight. Clay lying there spread eagle–style with each of his limbs tied to the four posters of our bed, butt plug in that glorious ass of his, and his hard cock pointing straight into the air as if greeting me. A pool of precum made a mess of the hair on his stomach.

Clay probably heard me coming in as he made a throaty noise. It was all he could really do with his mouth gagged and an eye mask covering his vision.

He was a feast all laid out for me, and I wasn’t one to deprive myself.

“You look so fucking perfect for me,” I said, taking a step closer to him. I undressed myself on the way and dropped pieces of clothing behind me. My movements were quick and efficient. I didn’t need to make a show of it, since it wasn’t like Clay could see me anyway.

Completely naked, I climbed onto the bed and knelt in the space between his legs. “How are you doing, baby?” I asked as I ran a hand up his leg. The muffled noises amplified when I dragged my palm over his hip bone, completely ignoring his raging erection.

“Aren’t my hands soft? I used the soap your mom got us,” I said, tweaking his nipples. I was met with muffled cries, but I didn’t hold his lack of answer against him.

“I’m forgetting something, aren’t I?” I asked. I stretched over him, the action causing my hard cock to press against his. More delicious noises came from Clay’s throat. They turned absolutely feral when I switched on the vibration mode to his butt plug.

Clay jerked at the sudden sensation, but his bindings kept him from going far. I could feel another burst of sticky precum dribble from his cock. I pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?” I whispered and took his earlobe into my mouth. “You can’t come until I say you can. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

Clay’s body shook in reply, but he didn’t come.

I smiled and dragged my lips down his cheek, to his neck, and down to his firm pecs.

His muscles hadn’t diminished over the years.

Quite the opposite, in fact. I loved rubbing my hands over the smooth, warm skin there.

I loved the feeling of him being alive under me.

I played with his pecs for a minute and enjoyed the way he trembled under my touch. When I got my mouth on him, Clay jolted again. I ran my tongue over his smooth skin and licked him while he writhed below me, all the while neglecting his cock.

When I finally moved my mouth over his pelvis, his cock was red and angry, and looking like it could explode at any second. But I knew Clay would hold back for me. I swallowed his length and throaty noises sounded in the room.

After five years, I knew Clay’s body like it was my own. Which also meant I could stop my BJ before he could come. Clay thrust his hips in the air, trying to make contact again. I gently pressed them back onto the bed and nibbled on the soft skin of his inner thigh.

“You’re doing amazing, baby,” I told him, then sucked him back down my throat. His precum was thick, and I knew he was going to have an explosive orgasm when he came…when I let him come.

I repeated the process a couple more times, deep-throating him and stopping right before he could explode. I’d edged him so many times in the past, Clay knew I wasn’t going to stop until he was brought to his limit. He let me take full control of his body, and I reveled in that trust.

When his balls were heavy and my own cock hard enough to poke through steel, I finally stopped my playing. His dick was coated with so much of my spit and his precum that I couldn’t tell it apart anymore.

I gave myself a stroke and took him in all spread out for me.

I was so turned on that things would end quickly when I got inside him.

But even lasting a minute would be better than my first time topping him.

I’d been so fucking turned on that first time he presented me his hole, I’d come before my tip could fully get inside of him.

It was so embarrassing at the time, but I could laugh about it now. I was ashamed to say my stamina as a top hadn’t improved much since then. Just the thought of being inside Clay—that he was completely mine—it drove me crazy with lust. I wanted to paint his insides the color of me.

Speaking of…

I spread his thighs as much as I could with him being tied up and kissed where his hole was being stretched by the butt plug.

The base of this butt plug wasn’t much thinner than the girth at the tip, meaning he wouldn’t need more prepping.

And after wearing the plug for the last hour, I knew he was ready for me to slide right into him.

I pulled out the obstacle blocking me from getting inside and almost came at how sexy his hole gaped before twitching back to its original size. Clay made more throaty noises above me while I was licking and sucking the place I was about to mess up.

He wanted the blindfold and gag off so that he could see me when we made love. I liked looking into those pretty green eyes when I slid home, too, so I gave in to his request.

“Dan,” was the first thing he said when he could speak again. The way he spoke my name was full of need and desire, and I wanted him to always speak my name like that. “I need to come. Please, please, please.”

“Yeah, baby. How could I say no to you?” I kissed those begging lips and lined myself up. “Come for me,” I murmured as I pushed myself inside of him.

Clay screamed my name just as I lodged myself deep inside of him. His hole squeezed me like a fucking vise and I knew I was done for, too. I took his mouth again, kissing him as I spilled my seed inside and claimed him as mine.

“Wanna hold you,” Clay murmured a few minutes later when we’d both calmed down enough to think clearly again. I grunted but didn’t move. I was plopped on top of him, too boneless to care that his cum was creating a sticky mess on our stomachs.

“Dan,” he said again, this time wiggling his chest so that I couldn’t get a second of peace on those comfortable pecs of his.

“Okay, okay. I’m getting up,” I told him, and slowly pulled myself out of him.

My essence dribbling out of his hole had my mouth watering again.

I wanted to slowly lap it up and stretch him until he was worked up and begging for my cock again, but I knew Clay wouldn’t be in the mood for another edging session when he had his mind on something else.

Standing, I undid his left hand first, before going to release his left foot. I could feel his hot gaze on me, and when I turned around, I found Clay staring at my ass.

He licked his lips, voice hoarse as he asked, “How much time do we have?”

I walked to his right side and snatched his phone from the bedside table. I hadn’t realized how long I’d edged him for. I flipped the phone over and placed it back down.

“We have time,” was all I replied as I undid the last of his restraints. “We have to shower, anyway.”

Clay smiled and was off the bed as soon as he was free. He scooped me up, practically ran to the bathroom, and only set me down once we were inside the shower. I couldn’t even get a word out before he was pushing my chest against the shower tile and spreading my cheeks.

I peered over my shoulder to see Clay already on his knees, his pink tongue leading his face as he found my hole. He was ruthless in stretching me and had me ready in minutes.

“Clay, I wanna—”

I couldn’t get the rest of my words out quickly enough, because he already knew what I wanted. I wanted to see him while he was inside me.

Clay flipped me around and lifted me, so my back was supported by the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist just as he speared me on his already-hard cock. We both moaned, the echoes in the bathroom making them sound even more lewd than usual.

“Fuck,” Clay muttered when I’d taken him to the hilt. His strong hands held me up, but my forehead landed on his shoulder for support. “I love you, Dan.”

My heart melted as it always did when I heard those words from him. He was the man I had an almost unbearable crush on for most of my life, and now he was my husband.

“I love you, too, Clay. So fucking much,” I said, voice rasping.

Clay kissed me, but he still didn’t move, opting to just stay inside of me.

Being connected like this was comforting for him, and if I were being honest, it was comforting for me, too.

So I played with the hair on the back of his neck.

I wasn’t going to rush him when we had all the time in the world.

We had a lifetime of this.

We’d make it to brunch, probably on time. Right now, my attention was entirely on the man who made up my entire world.

We were, in fact, not on time for brunch. We’d ended up back in bed, wrestling over who would get to top again. But hey, at least our lateness was because of fighting in bed instead of bickering like we had in the past. I counted that as a win.

Who was I kidding?

As long as it was with Clay, everything was a win.