Page 23 of Single Greatest Threat
Shaw’s permanent smile grew. “I know. We have four hours until our flight leaves. I have to make a stop.” He stopped at the gate of a prestigious neighborhood a few blocks over from his house. The gate swung wide as Shaw approached, proving his new sensor worked.
“Where are we going?” Joesph looked adorably confused.
Shaw kissed his hand. “You’ll see.” He turned into a driveway and parked outside the three-car garage. Shaw motioned for Joesph to stay in the car. “Wait just a second.”
Joesph eyed the house. “Okay.”
Shaw quickly moved to the trunk and pulled out Joesph’s wheelchair. He knew Joesph likely didn’t need it for this. But they had a long way to go through airports, since they never put wheelchair pickup anywhere convenient. Plus, he needed Joesph to see something.
Joesph looked twice as confused when Shaw opened the door with his chair waiting. He gave Shaw a questioning look as he swapped from the car to the wheelchair. “Are you sure we’ll make our flight? Whose house is this?”
Shaw huffed. “Can you wait half a second? Dang.”
Joesph held his hands up in surrender. “All right. I trust you.”
Appeased, Shaw steered Joesph to the door. The sidewalk was more than wide enough for the chair and there were no steps. As he unlocked the door, he saw the way Joesph fought not to ask more questions. He didn’t have the luxury of silence any longer when he pushed Joesph into an empty house.
“What do you think? It’s completely wheelchair accessible. You should check out the kitchen. Oh, and it has the perfect space for our home office.”
Joesph spun his chair and focused on Shaw. “This is gorgeous, but we’re technically on our honeymoon and you’re supposed to be relaxing. Not worrying about the future.”
Shaw rolled his eyes. Joesph could be too overprotective at times. “Would you go look? You’ll love it.”
He rolled himself from the wide foyer to the living room. He made it look effortless on the sleek wood floors that were perfect for wheelchair use. From the living room, he rolled into the kitchen. “Oh, wow. I do love it. The cabinets and countertops are all within reach.”
“Good. It’s your wedding gift.”
Joesph spun so fast, Shaw couldn’t believe he kept the chair upright. “What?”
He was more than a little proud of himself for pulling off this secret without giving himself away. “Yeah. While we worked on wedding stuff, our realtor was hard at work. I toured a few places while you were at your doctor’s appointment. One wire transfer later, wedding gift.”
Joesph blinked. “Like that? No closing date? You just bought a house.”
One day, Joesph would realize how money moved mountains. “I’m sure plenty of things went on behind the scenes, but I wasn’t needed for it. That’s what lawyers are for.”
A smile exploded across Joesph’s face. “I love how you just said that, like we’re not lawyers.”
Shaw shrugged. “Even the best attorneys need representation. Only idiots represent themselves.”
For a moment, Joesph simply stared at him. “But really, are you serious? This is a whole house. I can’t afford to buy you a house for a wedding gift.”
“First of all, I got the best gift imaginable when I got you. You gave me that. Secondly, we don’t need another house. We already have two we need to sell, and now we have a third for us to share. So that gift wouldn’t work for me. Third, you absolutely can afford to buy me anything. We’re married. Everything is ours now.”
Joesph shook his head. “I can’t believe you bought me a house.”
Shaw shifted from foot to foot. Joesph didn’t sound like he wanted Shaw’s gift. “I mean, if you don’t like it, I’m sure there’s something we can do.”
Joesph pushed his way from his chair. “What are you talking about? I’ve only seen two rooms and I absolutely love it. It’s from you.” He made his way into Shaw’s arms. “You’re the most incredible guy and I don’t deserve you.”
Shaw blew out a raspberry. “You totally deserve me.”
Joesph swiped a kiss across his lips, laughing. “I totally deserve you.”
Shaw locked his arms around Joesph’s waist so he couldn’t get away while he took the kiss he wanted. Their wedding night had been long and strenuous. That didn’t stop Shaw from going hard, like no one had touched his dick in years. His hands slid to Joesph’s ass. He hauled him closer so Joesph could see what he did to Shaw. Shaw found Joesph hard for him too.
“Damn. Are you sure you want to go to Curacao? We could just stay right here. Surely there’s somewhere in this huge place where I can take you down.”
Joesph groaned. “Don’t tempt me like that. I’m a weak man and we need this vacation. We need to walk away from everything for a while. If nothing else, our health needs us to take a break.”
“But you feel so good.” Shaw squeezed Joesph’s ass. “I don’t want to be good.”
Joesph kissed his neck, making things worse. Finally, he took a step back. “We have to focus on something else. I’m really proud of you for inviting your parents to the wedding. I know how hard that was, but it was the right thing to do. One day, you three will work through this, but they would never forgive you if you had gotten married without them.”
Shaw nodded along, not really hearing a thing. “It only takes fifteen minutes to get to the airport. I can easily get you off in under ten. That leaves us plenty of time to get through security.”
For a moment, Shaw wondered if he angered Joesph with his inability to stay on topic, since Joesph stared at nothing, expressionless. It turned out he worked on the math in his head. “Yeah. Okay.”
With all the permission he needed, Shaw had Joesph half from his clothes, his ass on the counter, and bobbed on his dick in no time. Joesph gripped the edge, looking like a dying man. “Fuck, Shaw. You weren’t joking. I don’t think I’ll make it anywhere near ten. Play with yourself. I want to watch you come.”
Nothing but happiness and pleasure lived inside Shaw. He had been so close to ending it all only a few short months earlier. There was no way he could’ve foreseen this future for himself. Joesph’s creamy salt coating his tongue made him wonder how he ever thought he could be anywhere Joesph wasn’t. He definitely couldn’t have pictured himself like this during those dark days—dick in hand and about to blow on the brand-new kitchen floor of the house he would soon share with the greatest of men. One bad decision had nearly stolen this from him. Life was funny sometimes. Right now, it was perfect. It was fucking bliss.