Page 11 of The Marquess and the Earl (The Unlikely Betrothal #3)

Chapter 11

N ate watched George’s expression shift to one of confusion, and he fought not to laugh at him.

“What? You know such a thing isn’t possible,” George replied.

“Who says it isn’t?”

“Every vicar in England, the law, all of society, the very people downstairs regaling each other with the stories of us both running to a burning building, just to name a few. Do you require more?”

Nate loved watching George wave his hands about.

“You just listed the reasons we can’t legally or publicly wed. I am asking if you are willing to make vows to each other that we will spend our lives together. To vow that we will figure out how to navigate this life and decide our future together. I don’t need to sign a register to uphold the vows and promises I make to you as your husband.”

George appeared to contemplate what he said, and Nate enjoyed watching his mind work.

“You’re right.”

“And as I have said before, I usually am.”

George kissed him, and Nate would be a lucky man if he did so every day for the rest of their lives.

“I wish to marry you,” George finally said, biting his bottom lip, which only sent a rush to Nate’s cock.

“Well, you shall make me the happiest man in all of England.” That was an understatement.

“When do you wish to marry?” George asked.

“How about tomorrow? I don’t want to mar our happy day with all that occurred today. We can both think about what we’d like to say and promise to each other. And then do so right here.”

George laughed. “Perhaps we shall be the first couple to marry in bed.”

“It will make the bedding far easier,” Nate said, pulling George to him to kiss him again.

George was the one who broke the kiss that time. “As much as I want to anticipate my vows with my betrothed, all you get after what occurred is me lying in bed with you. Watching you appear almost dead before me, I willed for you to take the air from my lungs. I won’t risk you overexerting yourself before we are certain you are well.”

Nate scooted over further on the bed. “Remove your banyan and get in,” he said, patting the bed beside him. “I will agree to your conditions for today, but I make no such promise tomorrow.”

“Very well.”

George removed the banyan, and Nate instantly regretted agreeing to such a request. His cock stood proudly, and he smirked, seeing that George was equally affected. He’d have to get creative to convince his love that they deserved just a bit of pleasure.

George crawled into the bed, and Nate pulled him against him and placed kisses along his jaw and neck. “Does it count as exerting myself if you do all the work?” Nate whispered in his ear.

George’s hard cock jumped against his thigh, and he knew the man was contemplating what he said.

“I suppose not. What did you have in mind?”

Nate pulled him on top of him. “Straddle me.”

George placed a knee on each side of his hips, so he straddled him, their cocks brushing against each other.

Nate put his hands behind his head, ready to watch what George would do. “Stroke yourself. ”

George fisted his cock, and Nate’s own shaft twitched. He bit his bottom lip, watching George make long slow strokes, leaning his head back, enjoying himself.

“Tell me what you are thinking about,” Nate ground out, his voice gravelly.

“You,” he said, releasing a small mewl, “inside my arse.”

The urge to flip George over on the bed had never been stronger, but he would uphold his promise and know that he was going to do that very thing tomorrow.

George used his other hand and began stroking Nate’s cock. Nate drew a quick breath and thrust himself into Nate’s hand.

“Now, my future husband,” George chastised. “That is crossing the line into exerting yourself. I shall have to take you into my mouth if you don’t stop.”

Nate responded by thrusting himself into George’s hand again.

“Very well.” George shifted so that he settled between Nate’s legs. He sucked Nate’s entire length into his mouth and Nate’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. George moved his mouth up and down on his shaft, licking and sucking.

Nate opened his eyes and looked down to watch. George shifted so his hand went between his legs. “Yes,” Nate said, encouraging him. “Fuck your hand while you suck my cock. ”

George moved his hips to rock into his hand and sucked Nate’s length all the way to the base. He moved his mouth on his length a few more times and Nate filled his mouth with the warm proof of his climax. George swallowed all of it and thrust a few more times into his hand before he groaned and spent on the bed.

George removed himself from the bed and returned with a cloth to wipe away the mess and tossed it aside before climbing back into bed.

“You are going to rest now,” George said, his tone offering no negotiation.

Nate wrapped his arms around him and encouraged him to settle in close. “We both are.”

The next morning, Nate woke up with George’s back pressed to his front. He had his arm draped over his waist. His cock became aware of their position, and he tamped down the desire to take him right away. The next time they coupled, it would be after they said their vows and formed the marriage of their hearts.

They each took trays in their room the previous evening and didn’t return to join the other guests. After what had occurred, their hosts wouldn’t be offended that they each wished to rest. They would do the same thing for breakfast and make an appearance downstairs later. George had the idea for them to each inform their valets they would sleep in and didn’t wish to be disturbed until they rang for them.

Nate relished that they shared a bed and had the privacy of the morning together by themselves. George moved and every part of Nate’s body was aware.

“Nate,” George whispered, turning over to face him, wrapping his arm around Nate and rubbing his back.

Nate leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on George’s lips, then nuzzled his neck. “Are you ready to marry me? I can’t wait much longer.”

“Very much so.”

“Well, come on, then,” Nate pleaded, climbing out of bed. He pulled George to the edge of the bed.

George shook his head and laughed but shifted his feet to the floor and joined Nate.

“Should we dress?” George asked.

“No. Everything I am is laid bare before you, just like this.”

George wrapped his arms around him and kissed him with such need that Nate’s knees sagged. Nate allowed the kiss for a few moments and then stepped back. “Vows first, then all the pleasure you can handle.”

George bit his bottom lip in response, and Nate’s cock jumped. Nate clasped his hand and dragged him to stand just beside the window, then pulled the drapes back so the morning sun shone on them. The light gave George’s hair a touch of golden glow and his cheeks were flushed. He had never looked more handsome or more tempting. And George would be his.

“Please allow me to go first. You’ll say something so perfect, I shan’t compete,” George said, clasping Nate’s other hand so they stood before each other naked, both hands held between them.

Nate nodded, urging him to speak.

George drew a deep breath and stared into his eyes with nothing but tenderness and love.

“Nathaniel Baring, I didn’t realize just how much I lacked a part of myself until I found you. You have made me feel whole, as well as loved and treasured. It is you who I wished for when I didn’t even know what I wished. What I vow to you is to go through every aspect of our lives together, working through any challenges we face together. I vow to love and cherish you and remain true to you for all our days.” George’s voice caught on the last few words, and Nate wiped away a tear from George’s eye with his thumb .

He continued to cup his cheek and gazed into his eyes, swallowing hard to find his words.

“George Knox, I can’t promise you what the future holds, nor predict what difficulties may lie ahead. What I can vow to you is that as long I breathe, I will ensure you are safe and loved. I vow to be by your side and do everything in my power to give you the life you deserve. I also vow to love and cherish you and shall remain true to you for all our days.”

Nate shifted the hand on George’s cheek to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to him, their kiss sealing their promises to each other. Nate pulled back and grinned at him. “How does it feel to be a married man?”

“Is it actually official if it hasn’t been consummated?” George asked, reaching between them and gripping Nate’s cock.

Nate drew a breath and pressed his lips to George’s again, backing him towards the bed. He swept his tongue into George’s mouth and tasted every bit of him. He sucked George’s tongue into his mouth, massaging his tongue against it until George gripped his shoulders and groaned, sagging against him.

Spinning George around, Nate pulled George against his body, then sucked and licked on his neck from behind. He’d never tire of the salty taste of his skin. George leaned his head back on Nate’s shoulder, giving Nate better access to continue marking his neck with his mouth.

Nate ran his hands down George’s sides, massaging his way to George’s hips. He gripped them and pulled George’s arse harder against his throbbing cock, teasing himself. He shifted a hand to George’s front and took his cock in hand.

George moaned and thrust himself into Nate’s fist. Nate kissed his way up to George’s ear. “You are so fucking hard,” he whispered, increasing the pace as he stroked George’s cock.

“I want you,” George whimpered between moans.

Needing no further invitation, Nate released him and stepped to the dresser and pulled out the oil. He returned to George and resumed his position behind him, giving him a couple nibbles on his neck. “Bend over the bed, love.”

George eagerly did as Nate commanded and bent over, resting his elbows on the bed, and his arse on display for Nate. His forever. Nate massaged the cheeks of George’s bottom, his perfect creamy skin and soft moans almost more than Nate could handle.

He opened the jar and dipped his fingers inside, coating them. Carefully, he pressed two fingers inside George’s warm, tight hole. George pushed back against him, trying to take his fingers deeper .

“Eager, are we?” Nate teased.

“I’m ready. I want your cock.”

Nate fucked him with fingers a few times, licking his lips at the muffled sounds George made, attempting to keep from being heard.

He withdrew his fingers and dipped them into the oil again to coat his cock. He stroked himself a few times, his cock harder than the finest steel with anticipation. Nate closed the jar and tossed it to the side of the bed.

Gripping George’s hips, he positioned himself at the puckered opening and slid himself inside, coming more undone inch by inch until George had taken all of him. He withdrew and thrust back inside, all the way to the hilt in a single fluid motion. He saw stars burying his cock inside of the man he loved. His husband.

George shifted forward, then pushed himself back hard against Nate’s front. Nate stilled and watched him repeat the action a few more times, taking his own pleasure from fucking Nate’s cock with his arse.

“You are begging to be fucked, husband,” Nate said.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

Nate placed both palms against the small of George’s back, pushing him to flatten his chest against the bed, angling his arse just a bit higher. Nate immediately thrust hard into George, who had his mouth covered to prevent the entire house from being made aware of the ecstasy taking place behind their walls.

Nate thrust hard and fast. Each thrust one of love, one of possession, one of joining together forever. He watched his cock move in and out of the perfect arse before him, attempting to record to his memory everything about their first coupling after promising themselves to each other.

Everything about Nate’s movements was primal, pounding, and needy. He pushed hard to hold George in place, knowing his climax was coming.

“Nate,” George moaned. “I’m going to…”

Nate became unhinged by his words and drove into him harder. When George cried out, biting down on his hand, Nate crested the pinnacle of his own climax as deep inside of George as he could be. Slowing his thrusts to ride the wave of the most intense release he had ever had in his life. When he could get his wits about him, he leaned forward and placed several kisses along George’s back.

Carefully, Nate withdrew and went to the washbasin for a clean cloth, which he dipped into the cool water. George hadn’t moved from his position, bent over the bed, and Nate chuckled at the sight.

Returning to George, Nate wiped the oil away from around his arse and helped him to lie on his side on the bed, so he could clean George’s stomach where he had spent on himself. Nate then cleaned his cock and set the cloth to the side.

After climbing into the bed beside George, he kissed his forehead.

“I love you,” George whispered, his eyes heavy when he grinned at Nate.

“I love you.”

They lay together for a few moments, running their hands lazily along each other’s bodies. Nate’s heart swelled at the intimacy of it all and the affection between them.

“What will we do when we leave here?” George asked, worry crossing his handsome features.

Nate pulled him closer and wrapped his arms around him. “What if we travel for a while? We’ll go somewhere where no one knows us, just two bachelors rutting around another country.”

George pulled back from him. “Need I remind you that you are now a married man?”

“Well, that’s our secret, and the only rutting I’ll be doing is with you.”

“When can we leave?” George asked, settling back against him.

“We must stay for the rest of the house party so as to not draw attention to ourselves. Perhaps a sennight after? That should give us time to settle our estates and arrange our travel.”

Pain marred George’s expression. “I don’t wish to be apart from you for a sennight.”

“I know, love. We will be as quick as we can. We’ll figure it out,” Nate said, nuzzling his cheek against George’s head, reassuring him. “Does this mean you won’t be offering for Lady Lily now?”

“Shite. Of course not. I hope you are right about Lord Callan. The poor girl likely suspects a proposal from me is forthcoming.”

Nate laughed. “As I say, yet again. I usually am.”