Page 33 of The Sinner’s Son (Sawyer and Royce: Felonies and Fatherhood #2)

“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 her I wanted to tell you right away but that you insisted 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.

A snick from 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.”

“Thank fuck,” Sawyer said. “It would be a big letdown if I only got a few pumps after you chased me down and threw me to the bed.”

“So feisty,” Royce said as he plunged two fingers into Sawyer’s tight channel, working his hole just the way they both liked.

Slower, faster, harder, and gentler. Changing the tempo and intensity until his man’s entire existence was focused on the nerve endings in that tight little pucker and the happy button Royce kept pegging. “Give me your dick.”

“Ask nicely,” Royce said.

Sawyer writhed and humped the mattress, looking for the friction to make him come. “Dick now.”

Royce bit his lip to keep from laughing at Sawyer’s desperation. He eased his fingers from his ass, and Sawyer watched over his shoulder as Royce slicked himself with lube. Instead of pushing straight in, Royce rubbed the head of his dick around the rim of his sensitive opening.

“Shove that cock inside me and make me come.”

Royce slowly pushed in, watching the first few inches sink inside him.

It took all his willpower not to bury himself deep and rut inside Sawyer until they both found release.

But that would be too easy, and their sensual game would be over too soon.

Royce eased back and pushed in, keeping his thrusts frustratingly shallow.

Sawyer bucked under him, trying to get more of Royce’s dick. “You won this round. Now, fuck me properly.”

Royce nuzzled against Sawyer’s neck. “Not sure you can use fuck and proper in the same sentence.”

Sawyer released a savage growl and used the power of his legs to drive them both backward, off the bed, and landing in the fancy velvet chair he insisted on putting in the bedroom.

When Royce’s ass landed on the soft fabric, he understood the merit of having the chair in the room, especially when Sawyer rode his dick reverse-cowboy style.

The beauty and magnificence of Sawyer, and the play of muscles as he used Royce’s body to pleasure himself, stole his breath.

He spread Sawyer’s cheeks, watching that glorious ass work his cock, gripping him tighter as his climax drew nearer.

Sawyer bounced harder and faster, his thighs slapping against Royce’s.

His breathing changed, coming quicker and choppier.

And then he stilled, moaning Royce’s name as his channel clamped around Royce’s dick as he climaxed.

Royce grabbed Sawyer’s hips and thrust into him, needing more friction to get off. Sawyer’s body went pliant, heavy and sated against him, making it hard for Royce to get any leverage to move. He detected a snort and knew what his husband was up to. “Ride my cock.”

“Can’t feel my legs,” Sawyer protested, adding a yawn and somehow making his body heavier. “You let all the air out of my muscles.”

Royce dug his fingertips into the ticklish spot in Sawyer’s ribs, and he bolted upright.

Using that momentum, Royce demonstrated his strength by taking Sawyer to the rug on his hands and knees.

He wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s upper chest to hold him in place and fucked him to orgasm.

They collapsed onto the carpet and stared up at the ceiling, panting to catch their breath.

“This is going to hurt tomorrow,” Sawyer whispered.

“Tomorrow?” Royce asked. “My postcoital glow hasn’t even left yet, and I’m already aware of rug burn on my knees and a throbbing in my hamstring.”

“I might’ve broken a toe when I tripped over the cat.”

“Poor Bones,” Royce said.

“Poor Bones?” Sawyer lifted his foot to show that his big toe had turned an ugly shade of purple. “I’ll be lucky if I can walk tomorrow.”

“Eh, it will make it easier for me to catch you so my hammy can heal.”

Sawyer’s glower turned into a grin as they laughed about their ridiculousness. “We’ll likely have to dial things back a bit when Lil Plum arrives.”

Royce chuckled. “Or at least save the rowdiest stuff for when she goes to Evangeline’s house.” He pinned Sawyer with a dark look. “If she ever talks to us again.”

Sawyer waved him off. “She’s deliriously happy for us and understood why we wanted to wait to make one big announcement.”

“Two if you consider the one we need to make at work,” Royce said. “I have an idea.”

“I’m afraid to ask, but…what is it?”

Royce rolled over onto his side and propped his head up on his elbow, ignoring the twinge in the back of his thigh. “A mock crime scene.” When Sawyer scowled, Royce held up a hand. “Hear me out. Nothing gross. But there are clues they need to find to figure out what we’re trying to announce.”

“You want us to play a live version of Clue in the precinct?”

“I was thinking more like a scavenger hunt, and the items will reveal our special news,” Royce said. “But your idea isn’t bad.”

“Wait. That wasn’t my idea. I was trying to get clarity on yours.”

“No, no,” Royce said. “I’m not a glory hound who needs to steal someone’s credit. Let’s run with yours.”

“Ro, we’re going to order dozens of sugar cookies that are shaped like onesies. We’ll have the baker write a cutesy message in icing, and we’ll pass them out.”

“That’s kind of tame,” Royce said. “Where’s the pizazz?”

Sawyer lifted his leg and showed off his gross toe. “Your idea of pizazz gets us in trouble sometimes.”

Royce’s hamstring spasmed as if to prove Sawyer’s point, which he conceded with a sigh.

“And my idea includes eating sugar cookies. No one is eating cake or cookies that came from a fake crime scene. Besides, our sweet Lil Plum isn’t a crime.”

“No, she’s our precious miracle,” Royce said. “You’re always so smart.”

“Married you, didn’t I?” Then Sawyer grimaced. “Ow. It’s throbbing.”

“Again? Damn, I’m good, but not that good.”

“My toe, Dickhead,” Sawyer said.

“Here, let me help you up. We might need to get that checked out.” Royce tried to roll to his knee, but his hamstring spasmed, and he landed back down on the rug, holding the back of his aching leg.

Sawyer’s body shook with laughter. “We’re too young for those necklaces that alert emergency services when we fall.”

“Damn thing would get the paramedics here every time we had sex,” Royce said.

They shared a laugh for a few more minutes before they joined forces to get off the floor. They limped into the kitchen to retrieve ice for their injuries and eat dessert. Royce grabbed the Oreos and the bowl of chocolate mousse, and Sawyer grabbed the ice packs.

“Good call on the chair, by the way,” Royce said, then winced on his next step.

“I can tell.”

“So worth it.”