Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

LENNIE

T here was a shitload of howling and moaning going on. No, not me and Payton. Well, not at this exact moment.

It was Finnigan. Who, at this point, was not allowed in the bedroom. And the cat was not shy about making his complaint known.

"I think Finnigan wants to come in and snuggle with us."

"Not yet," Payton replied. "I'm not ready to share you."

"That's a given," I chuckled, then squeezed him tighter. "But joking aside, that's what I want. To be exclusive."

"Well, we are married," Payton smiled and kissed my chest. "And darling, to be clear, if another man makes a move on you, I won't hesitate to use my flat iron as a weapon."

"Ooh, vicious. I like it," I replied, running my hands down his smooth back. "And the same goes. You think I'm protective in bodyguard mode, but you haven't seen full husband mode yet."

Payton rubbed his body against mine, and I cupped his ass.

"Husband mode, eh?" He teased me, biting his lower lip. "We skipped over the boyfriend part."

"We did. And do you want to know a secret?"

"Always."

"I love that you're my husband," I admitted. "Saying that turns me the fuck on."

"Lennie."

I tilted my hips, offering proof. "Yes, Angel?"

Payton kissed me languidly, and soon we were making out, lost in each other, lost in our pleasure.

"Are you asking me to be your one and only?" Payton whispered against my lips.

"Do you, Payton, take me, Lennie, to be your awfully wedded husband?"

Payton laughed out loud in response and the sight of his gorgeous smile, aimed at me, had me fucking giddy. His happiness was mine.

"I think you mean lawfully," he quipped. "And, since we are married, and you're my husband, I have to ask, does this mean no flirting with anyone else, ever?"

His expression was guarded, but I knew Payton. And as possessive as I felt about him, I wasn't going to stifle him in any way.

"Angel, I don't want you to be anything but yourself. You can tease and flirt with anyone you want, all you want, as long as that's as far as it goes. No one else gets to touch you."

Payton didn't reply. He slid his hands up my chest, higher, until he cupped my face. Then he leaned in and devoured me.

"Show me I belong to you," he whispered. "Fuck me."

I groaned loudly as my dick grew to a raging hard-on. "Lube? Condom?"

Payton leaned over and yanked on the drawer of his nightstand.

"Lube. But no condoms."

"You don't have any, or you don't want to use one?"

Payton grabbed the tube of lube and flipped to his back. Then he slicked up his hands and started without me.

"I want your cum," he teased me, letting out a filthy moan when he slid his finger into his ass. "Does that answer your question?"

I was so caught up watching him finger fuck himself that I forgot what we were talking about.

Until Payton slid his other hand over my dick and stroked me off. It was good, but fuck, yes, I wanted to come in his ass. Only, if he kept touching me this way, I'd be coming before I got the chance to do just that.

I removed his wicked hand and placed it on my hip, and then I grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount over my fingers.

"My turn, Angel."

Payton started jerking himself off, and I slid one finger in his ass, then two. A dark flush stained his cheekbones and fuck, he was so beautiful and all mine. He licked his swollen lips and thinking about how they looked when they were wrapped around my dick, then covered in my cum, had my balls drawing up tight.

I pushed my fingers in deeper, then crooked them.

"That's it, Len. Don't stop," he groaned. "Please."

I fucked into him with steady strokes, watching him come undone. He was so sexy like this, his blond curls messy, his long, lean form splayed out on the sheets. Payton deserved to be worshiped, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

I leaned down, unable to resist, and licked the rim of his asshole.

"Oh God," he whimpered.

I added a third finger, making sure he was good and ready for my cock.

"Len."

Reluctantly, I removed my fingers and added more lube to my hand, then slicked up my dick. I was so hard it was damn near painful. And when I finally notched the head of my dick to his hole, my thighs began to shake. I didn't want to hurt him. And having sex without a condom? Nothing between us? Oh, baby.

I slipped his long, gorgeous legs over my arms, and then I realized that I wasn't the only one who was trembling.

"You okay, Angel?"

"I will be once you fuck me with your enormous dick."

I couldn't help the laugh that poured out of me, and why was that the most incredible feeling ever? Because there was simply no one, no one, like my Payton.

And once I slid all the way inside him? Bare? Fuuuuuuuck . My eyes rolled back in my head. I could die now. Good. Gone. Nirvana achieved.

"I'm gonna stay here inside you forever, m'kay?" I panted, staring down at him.

"I agree with that plan," he whispered.

I thought watching him finger his ass was hot, but the view of my dick sliding into his hole was even better. Pumping my hips, I started out with short, slow strokes, giving him time to adjust. But Payton's heels dug into my ass, urging me on.

"Naughty," I growled and playfully slapped his butt.

"Exactly," Payton whispered as he stared up at me. "Harder, Len. I need you."

I punched my hips forward, until my balls slapped his ass, and Payton's moan was so decadent it made me shiver. I was hot and desperate for him, and there was nothing else I wanted than to give him everything he needed.

Leaning down, placing my hands on either side of his hips, I fucked into him in a fierce rhythm; the bed shaking underneath us. I bent down, kissing his chest and licking his nipples. His tortured groans and whimpers drove me wild.

And then I took his lips in a decadent kiss, ravaging his lips, while I rutted into him with abandon, needing to be as deep as I could get, claiming what was mine.

"Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes. Don't stop."

No fucking way.

"Angel."

He slid both hands around my back, holding on tight.

I reached for his dick, but he shook his head. "Don't need that. I'm gonna come."

My own climax raced to the finish line as I thrust harder, faster, the heat of his ass strangling my dick.

"Len!" Payton cried out and jolted in my arms, hot cum lashing my skin.

I leaned back, took hold of his hips, and pounded his pert ass until my balls drew up tight. The pleasure was so intense that I screamed as I came hard, releasing my load deep in his ass.

And when I saw my cum leaking out of Payton's hole? There was no mistaking that he was mine.

"My cum… on you… hottest thing ever," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "Sorry, I'm gonna pass out now."

Payton wrapped his legs around my waist and held on tight as I collapsed on top of him. Not wanting to crush my husband, I rolled over and pulled him with me, switching our positions. Payton kissed my cheek and snuggled closer.

And me? I was so content I fell fast asleep in his arms.

Payton

I should've been exhausted, but instead of sleeping, like my husband, I was wide awake.

My husband.

I was still wrapping my brain around that. Lennie loved me, and this relationship was real. I couldn't stop staring at him. So thankful that this incredible man was mine.

For the first time in years my guard was gone, and I was ready to take that leap of faith. With Lennie.

I gave him one last kiss, slid out of bed, and opened the bedroom door, letting my cat in. Finnigan ignored me, hopped up on the bed, and made himself comfortable on Lennie's stomach.

"You ungrateful wench," I joked.

Finnigan closed his eyes, not having any of my attitude, and joined Lennie in dreamland.

Since I was sticky as hell, I headed for the shower. But I didn't recognize the man standing in front of my mirror. I looked…happy. Not the fake kind, like when you need to put on a good face at a party, but real happiness. The kind that comes from deep inside. The kind that made me deliriously high and at the same time, grounded, secure.

Is this what a real adult relationship feels like? If so, I was all in.

After I showered, I walked through the bedroom and headed for my closet. Both my men were still asleep, Lennie snoring so loud he drowned out Finnigan's purrs. I was tempted to take a picture of the two of them since the adorableness was off the charts. But I didn't want to risk waking them.

Turning back to my wardrobe, I looked for something to wear. Then I remembered that the silk robe I favored was still packed in my suitcase. As I searched my closet for another robe, I noticed one particular outfit that I'd yet to wear at all. A hot pink latex skirt and crop top I'd recently purchased. A total impulse buy. I thought it would be perfect for one of the band's private after-parties. Maybe for the world tour stop in Paris? Nothing shocked Parisiens, latex least of all.

I pulled on the knee-length skirt, and then the top. Given how tight the garments were, it took me more than a minute to get them on. The top had long sleeves and a high collar, but no back, save for the small piece around my ribcage. And the skirt showed off my legs and ass. The matching set was slick and sexy, and with heels and a pair of dramatic earrings, it would be stunning. I wanted to see the full effect, so I slipped on a pair of black leather stilettos and took one last look.

"Oh my God."