Page 62 of The Sinner's Son

“Did you save room for dessert?” Royce asked. “I haven’t eaten all the chocolate mousse yet.” Though it had been a close call after he found Oreos stashed in the pantry. Hell, he’d hidden them so well that he’d forgotten about them. Crumbled cookies would be perfect to mix into the mousse.

“Get the Oreos,” Sawyer said as he retrieved the whipped dessert from the refrigerator.

Royce didn’t bother asking how he knew about the discovery. He probably told on himself when he slept. Or…Sawyer had stumbled upon the stash and hit it a few times. Or…it was Sawyer’s stash all along. Maybe Royce hadn’t forgotten about it because he hadn’t hidden the cookies there. He studied his husband’s expression and realized it was too innocent.

Dolly ran into the kitchen, working her toy over like she got paid per squeak. Royce looked down to see which of her plushies she’d tormented them with and saw a fuzzy pink purse he hadn’t bought for her. He looked at Sawyer, whose innocent expression turned into a guilty smile before his eyes.

“When did you have time to buy that?” Royce asked.

“Um, yeah, I forgot to tell you something during all the excitement yesterday.”

“I’m listening now,” Royce said cautiously.

“Remember how I told you not to hang the sonogram on the refrigerator until after the reveal, but you did it anyway?”

Royce chuckled and shook his head. “This isn’t how confessions go, Asshole. And what does that have to do with Dolly’s toy? Did you steal it or something?”

“Evangeline swung by yesterday to spoil Dolly and Bones with new treats and toys,” Sawyer said.

“Oh no.” Royce knew exactly where this was going.

“Yep. She saw the sonogram on the refrigerator and called me at work. She was very upset that we hadn’t told her.”

“This is on me,” Royce said. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, good,” Sawyer sighed, placing a hand over his heart. “So glad you agree.”

Royce narrowed his eyes, sensing a trap. “Agree about what?”

“That this is your fault, which is exactly what I told my mother,” Sawyer said, bolting to the left to avoid Royce’s reach.

Countering his move, Royce ended up on the opposite side of the kitchen island, where he could stare his husband down. “You said what?”

“I told herIwanted to tell you right away but thatyouinsisted that Evangeline O’Neal wait to get the news like everyone else.”

“Excuse me?” Royce knew that was complete bullshit, but he played along, feigning his outrage. Forget the chocolate mousse. Royce was about to have some delicious fun with his husband, and it would be dairy-, fat-, and carb-free. Sawyer’s chest rose and fell, his excitement turning his dark eyes into shimmering black diamonds. Stalking around the island, Royce kept Sawyer in his sights as he tried to predict which way he would go.

“And then I confessed that you told Eddie about Lil Plum first.”

Sawyer cut and run before he even finished the sentence, and Royce was in hot pursuit. It had been a few months since they’d played this game. Royce had taken him down to the rug and mounted him the last time. But he’d let the fun play out and chase his prey a little longer. Sawyer misjudged his speed taking a turn into the hallway and nearly clipped his shoulder against the wall. Royce’s growing erection should’ve made it harder for him to run, but it only made him pump his legs faster. Sawyer did crash into the doorjamb as he cut a hard turn into their bedroom, but it had nothing to do with clumsiness and everything to do with the enormous gray cat hauling ass to escape their room before they fucked like animals.

Royce leaped over the fleeing feline and sprinted through the door, sensing his prey was near. Nostrils flared as he spotted the rounded, muscular ass he was about to plow. He lunged forward, crashing into his husband’s back and tackling him to the mattress.

“Did you hurt anything precious when you crashed into the door?” Royce asked.

Sawyer bucked under him, pushing that sweet ass against his erection. “See for yourself.”

Royce reached around him and slid a hand under Sawyer’s pelvis, stroking the perfect hard-on he discovered there. “Oh yeah. You’re in fucking form.”

“It’s all talk until you prove it,” Sawyer taunted.

And so Royce did, dragging Sawyer’s shorts down before removing his own and then using his bodyweight to keep his husband pinned while reaching for the lube. Asnickfrom the cap, a drizzle of cool liquid over Sawyer’s puckered entrance, and Royce slid a finger all the way inside him. Sawyer groaned and pushed his ass against Royce’s hand, urging him to do more. A quick nip on Sawyer’s neck reminded him he wasn’t in charge, which only seemed to make him wilder.

“I won’t go easy,” Royce warned.

“Who asked you to?”

“And I won’t be fast.”