Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

LENNIE

A fter the gallery event, Evert wanted to hit a couple of bars. He met up with friends at a local honkytonk, and I waited on the sideline, counting down the hours until I could go back to Payton.

When I dropped Evert at his place, around two, I was tired but wired. Thankfully, it didn't take long to get to Payton's. And when I opened the door to his condo, Finnigan was lying in the hallway, like he knew I was coming.

"Hey pretty boy, were you waiting up on me?"

The cat got up and rubbed against my legs while I locked the door. I reached down and picked him up, then headed for Payton's bedroom. He'd left a light on for me.

I placed Finnigan gently on the foot of the bed, then made my way to the bathroom. Once I was done washing up, I padded back into the room and slid between the sheets. I was about to turn off the bedside lamp when Payton rolled over and latched onto me like an octopus.

"You're home."

I clutched him tightly to me, my emotions bubbling up without warning. "I sure am."

His place, my place, it didn't matter. Home was Payton's arms. As long as he was with me, I was happy.

"How was tonight?" Payton asked.

I kissed his head, and he snuggled in closer. "Evert's photos are amazing. He sold a lot. And after the gallery, he met up with friends at Foster's Way. Remember that place?"

Payton sat up and straddled my waist, his curls mussed, his eyes sleepy.

"Of course, they have line dancing. We met up with Wayward and Killmine, and you watched me ride the mechanical bull."

That night was burned into my memory. I'd never been so distracted at work before. I should've known then that I was in trouble with this man.

"Well, I wanted to make sure you didn't fall off and hurt yourself."

"Is that why your eyes were latched onto my ass the whole time?" Payton quipped.

My cock began to fill, and I didn't care if it was two in the morning. I needed him. Now.

"How about you show me those riding skills, Angel?"

"You're not too tired?" Payton asked coyly.

"Does it feel like I'm tired?" I rubbed my aching cock against his naked ass. "Wait. Are you sore?"

Payton shook his head, scooted down the bed, and pulled down my briefs. He tossed them aside, but they landed on Finnigan, who promptly hissed and fled the room.

I reached for the nightstand and threw the lube on the bed.

"I'm all yours, sweetheart."

Payton raked his nails down my chest and teased my nipples. When he bent over and licked one, then the other, I nearly came off the bed. He had a wicked tongue, and he knew how to use it.

Grabbing the lube, he slicked up his hand and then my cock, stroking me off until I was sweating and swearing up a storm, desperate to come.

"That's it, Angel. Take what belongs to you."

Payton sat up and notched the head of my dick to his hole, slowly sinking onto my cock, one tormenting inch at a time.

"Fuck yes," I moaned.

"So goddamn incredible," Payton whispered, his eyes full of desire.

I groaned, unable to form any more words. Payton leaned back, one hand on the mattress between my legs, the other sliding up and down his dick as he rode me, fast and furious.

I grabbed his thighs and thrust my hips to meet him, fucking into him. The sound of our bodies slapping together and the heat of his ass strangling my cock was too much.

And watching Payton, completely uninhibited, taking what he wanted, was so fucking sexy. My climax burned higher and higher. Payton's body clenched up tight as he came, cum lashing on his hand and my abs. Watching his pleasure sparked mine, and I lost all rhythm as the orgasm took hold of me.

"Payton!" I shouted, coming hard, rutting into him.

I couldn't get close enough, deep enough. And when Payton collapsed on top of me? I wrapped him up tight, and I wasn't letting go. Not ever.

"Payton," I whispered his name this time. "Angel?"

"Yes, love?" he replied and looked at me.

I paused, soaking up his affection. "I am, you know. Your love. I love you, Payton DeLaine Rizzoli."

Payton gave me a devouring kiss. "Well, then I guess it's a good thing we got married because I love you too, Leonardo Andrea Rizzoli DeLaine."

"That sounds right. But it's quite a mouthful."

"You are," Payton replied with a sinful grin. "But I can handle it."

Then my sexy husband showed me exactly what he meant.

Payton - the next day

Lennie and I had breakfast and then headed back to his place so he could grab a change of clothes. Then we checked up on Valen and Petyr before heading to work. Thankfully, both guys were feeling better. Not great, but at least they were able to eat again. We insisted on giving them the rest of Nonna's soup and Lennie assured his friends that it would set them right.

Both Valen and Petyr were more than happy to hear that Lennie and I were official.

After visiting our friends, we made our way to the studio before noon. Only this time, Lennie was holding my hand as we entered the building. Heads turned as we passed colleagues at reception, wishing them ‘ good morning .' The studio grapevine was about to explode. Well, by now, everyone knew we were married, but they probably didn't expect that it would take.

Lennie slipped his arm around my waist as we made our way to Zoe's office. "You sure know how to make an entrance, Angel."

"Darling, it's not me. Or us," I replied with a cheeky grin. "They've just never seen you smile before."

Lennie reached down and pinched my ass in retaliation.

"Don't start that here," I warned him. "Or I'll drag you into one of the sound booths."

"Why not? I can't tell you how many times I've caught the boys in the band doing the exact same thing. I'm surprised this place doesn't have a vending machine that sells lube."

I laughed at that and leaned in to kiss him.

"I see the honeymoon isn't over."

I looked over my shoulder to find Brodie standing behind us, his usual smirk in place.

"No, it's not," I bragged. "But since Lennie and I are forever, our honeymoon can wait. Your hair, on the other hand, can't."

"What's wrong with my hair?" Brodie asked, reaching up to play with his dark curls.

Lennie chuckled and shook his head at me.

‘ You're so bad ,' he mouthed.

I stuck my tongue out in return. Hey, I was married. I didn't say I was totally mature.

I turned to Brodie. "It's looking less rockstar and more porn star."

"And that's a bad thing?" Brodie quipped.

"I'm all for that 70s look, but I can't see your cheekbones. You need a trim on the sides, and texturizing on top. Let's go up to the photo studio and get it done."

When we reached the tenth floor, Jesse was already there, along with Evert, Holloway, Ronin, and Faise. Regan and Dawson were nearby, having what looked to be an intense conversation with Averell Jones, the head of the label's marketing team.

Evert was setting up the scene for his photo shoot and waved us over.

"Hey Payton, Lennie," he greeted us.

"I'm ready to get to work, what are you thinking style wise?" I asked Evert.

"I want the guys to look like it's the end of the night, after a long performance. Slick skin, wet hair, smeared makeup."

"Of course," I replied, and motioned for the band to join me. "Brodie, you're up first, since I have to cut the mane."

"When are you gonna get to me, Payton?" Ronin teased. "I thought I was your favorite."

"I told you before, Ronin, I only service one man at a time," I teased.

"Does Lennie know that?" Ronin waggled his eyebrows.

Lennie didn't reply, but his rude hand gesture said a lot. God, it was good to be back at work.

"Hair and makeup only, honey," I retorted. "I'm a happily married man now."

Lennie leaned down and gave me a kiss before walking over to talk to Regan.

"It's real?" Holloway asked, eyes wide. "You guys are staying married?"

"We are."

I'm pretty sure the wattage of my smile could power the entire studio.

"Called it!" Brodie yelled, and Holloway gave him a high five.

Regan's voice suddenly interrupted us. "Payton, a word, please!"

"Ooh, trouble's calling," Faise teased. "And for once, it's not about Ro."

Ronin pulled Faise into his arms and kissed his fiancé quiet.

I headed over to talk with Regan and Lennie. "What's up?"

"Lennie told me about your decision, and I want to offer you both my congratulations," Regan replied.

She smiled, which, for the security boss, was rare.

"Thanks, Regan."

"But," she added, her face stern again. "I want to reiterate that when Lennie is on duty, he can't be distracted. If there are any personal issues between you, whatever they might be, you need to work it out on your own time. Understood?"

"Totally," I replied, a hand over my heart.

"Good. Now, we have a world tour to get ready for. Lennie, meeting, my office, ten minutes."

"Yes, boss."

Regan sauntered off, waving to Averell and the guys on her way out.

"I better get the guys ready," I said to Lennie. "Evert's waiting."

Lennie pulled me in and gave me a languid kiss. "Text me when you're done, and I'll meet you down here. You want to have dinner out tonight?"

"Like a real date?"

"Not like. A real date." Lennie squeezed my waist. "What are you hungry for?"

More of this man.

"I have an incredible appetite for Italian."

"I know just the place," Lennie smiled at me.

"Darling, I'm not talking about food."

"I know, Angel." He kissed me again. "Later. First, I want to take my husband out. Because he deserves all the dates."

For the first time in my life, I couldn't think of a flirty reply. And you know what? I didn't need one. For me and Lennie, love trumped all.