Chapter Thirty-Two

Tommy

Blake had his shoulder pressed against mine, the weight of his body leaning into me, and I couldn’t help but slide my arm around his broad shoulders and squeeze his arm. Everyone was watching Jackson and Maverick take their first dance together as husband and husband. I had never seen my brother as happy as he was at this moment. The smile on Jackson’s face, the love shining in his eyes, was wonderful to see. Jax tucked a piece of hair behind Maverick’s ear, careful not to disrupt the crown he still wore, and then kissed him like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Blake sighed softly. “They look so in love. It’s really sweet.” He beamed at me before he turned his attention back to the grooms.

I want that. The happiness, the forever, the everything. With you.

“I know we’ve touched on it before, but how would you feel about marrying me, Bug?”

His green orbs lit up, and his smile pulled his face into actual sunshine. He was all bright and shiny. I wasn’t proposing yet. I only wanted to make sure that we were on the same page. That when I was ready, Blake would say yes. Share his life with me.

Blake nodded. “You know I want that. So very much, Tommy.”

“Good.” I rubbed my nose against his. “I need to get myself prepared first.”

His brows dipped. “Prepared?”

“Yeah, prepared.” I squeezed him closer to me. “Get my mental health under control so I can leave Canfield with you.”

“You want to leave?”

“With you I do.”

Blake slanted his lips over mine. “Where do you want to go?” he whispered.

“Wherever you want, baby. The world is our oyster,” I murmured, and when Blake kissed me again, I hummed happily into his mouth.

He blushed and ducked his head before he spoke again. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you.”

I gripped his chin between my thumb and forefinger, dragging my tongue over his full lips. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Blake whispered, then tears suddenly welled in his eyes. “I never should have gotten so upset with you. You were just trying to help. We wasted years we could have had together. So much time was lost because of that.”

I shook my head. “I know, but you don’t have to say that to me anymore. The past needs to stay there, in the past.”

“Thank you.” He sniffled softly, then chuckled. “Maybe I should start seeing a therapist, too. It might do me some good.”

He wasn’t wrong. “I could talk to Jamie and see if he has anything open.”

“Are you sure?” Blake’s eyes went wide. “I mean, I don’t want to step on your toes or anything. He was your therapist first, so if you want me to find someone—Oh.” He moaned when I gripped the back of his neck and claimed his mouth again, licking my way inside.

“What’s mine is yours, Bug,” I promised.

It was right at that moment the DJ called for the rest of the wedding party to join the grooms on the dance floor. I stood up and held out my hand, and Blake immediately took it. I led him across the room, and when I dropped his hand to wrap my arms around him, Blake’s face lit up brighter than a summer sky. Everyone else soon joined us, Killian and Matthias, Beau and Dean, Asher and Wyatt, but I only had eyes for the man whose head was currently on my shoulders, drawing circles against my back with the tip of his finger.

Wait, no, they weren’t circles. They were hearts.

“I love you, Gretzky,” Blake whispered. “I would marry you tonight if you asked. I don’t need all of this to show the world that we’re soulmates.”

I tipped his head back. “Mine,” I growled. “Say it.”

“Yours, always yours.”

Always mine.

***

I shoved Blake onto the bed and crawled up over his body. He was wearing entirely too many clothes right now. I needed to get this tie removed, this jacket, the pants! I grunted in frustration as I tried to remove everything all at once, my hands unsure where to start first. I didn’t want to remove my lips from Blake’s. I needed to stay tangled up in him.

“Tommy!” He laughed softly as I yanked the bowtie off and nearly ripped the buttons from his shirt. “Slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

I dragged my teeth over his jaw. “Need you so bad.”

“Then let me get undressed for you. This thing is a rental, and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it.” Blake tried to move from beneath me, but I pinned him down.

I shook my head. “I can pay for a new one.”

I tugged the rest of his shirt open and sent buttons flying across the room. I licked a stripe up his chest, and the sound Blake released went straight to my aching cock.

“Tommy!” He barked out a laugh that turned into a soft whine when I sucked hard on his nipple. He threaded his fingers into my hair and brought my mouth back to his.

I stopped to stare at Blake, taking in his hooded eyes, the way the pupils had nearly blocked out the green, and the swollen plumpness of his lips. He smiled as we watched one another, then Blake climbed to his feet. I removed the rest of his clothes, at last dragging his briefs down his thighs. His cock smacked against his abs.

“I love you,” I whispered and clutched his head between my palms. “You want to get married tonight; we can do that. Tomorrow? Whenever you want, baby, I just need you in my life.”

A blush appeared on his cheeks. “Baby, huh? That’s the second time you’ve called me that today.”

“That’s not a yes, Blake.” I dropped one hand and wrapped my arm around his waist to pull his chest flush against mine.

Blake shook his head. “It’s not a no either, Gretzky. You really want to get married today? Share an anniversary with your brother? Mav will be so pissed.”

“Well, no.” I honestly hadn’t thought about that. “Baby—”

“Again, with the baby.” Blake smirked.

I shrugged. “I can go back to Bug if you don’t like it.”

“Oh, but, baby.” He started to unbutton my shirt. “I like it. I love it when you call me baby, Bug, it doesn’t matter. As long as it means I’m yours. That we’re together.”

I chuckled. “Mm, baby, I can’t wait to get inside of you. Feel that hot ass wrapped around me. Milking me for all it’s worth. You want that?”

Blake nodded. “Yes, please.”

“So polite.” I kissed his mouth again. “So handsome.” Kiss. “So mine.” Kiss.

He groaned as he tugged my shirt out of my dress slacks. “Tommy, just let me get you naked. I want to feel your skin against mine. Lick you all over.”

“Have at it.” My dick jerked in my briefs as Blake slipped my shirt over my shoulders and pressed his mouth to my neck.

He nipped, sucked, and licked every inch of bare skin he could find, then he dropped to his knees before me and looked up at me, his olive eyes asking for permission. I gave a quick nod, then Blake had my pants around ankles, along with my underwear, and my cock in his mouth. My head fell back as pleasure coiled in my body. Blake’s fingers were firm against my thighs as he caressed the muscles. His mouth was hot, insistent, and already close to bringing me to release. Something I didn’t want yet.

“Stop, wait.”

His jaw went slack.

“I’m already on edge, Bug.”

Blake dragged his tongue over the tip of my erection. “You want to fuck me, Gretzky? Shove that big, thick cock inside my ass until I scream and come all over the sheets.”

“Get on the bed.”

“You’re bossy.”

I chuckled softly as Blake did as I told him. He spread out on the mattress; one arm tucked behind his head while the other hand gripped his length.

“Don’t touch that yet.”

“Or what? What are you going—Tommy!” Blake exclaimed as he laughed. I finished removing the rest of my clothes and launched myself at him.

I nipped at his earlobe. “I love you, Blake.” He trembled beneath me, his hands gripping my shoulders. “We’re going to live out the rest of our lives together. The two of us, forever.”

“I love you, too.” Blake’s voice shook slightly. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much.”

I kissed him again, my tongue finding his, and a soft whimper escaped his throat. How did I go so long without Blake in my life? The feel of his mouth, the scent of his skin, the way he submitted to me. Tears burned my eyes, and I dropped my face against his shoulder as I tried to gather myself together.

“Gretzky?” Blake whispered. When I shook my head, he wiggled out beneath me and turned on his side. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

I glanced at him, my blond rockstar, as his green eyes searched my face. “Let’s never go years without talking again. If I get upset, I’ll tell you. I can’t bear the thought of not seeing you again. No more secrets.”

“Hey.” Blake traced my scar lightly, and I closed my eyes. “We’ll never go without talking again. Not a minute, hour, day, or month.”

I chuckled. “You can’t promise me that. There will be plenty of times we won’t be able to talk. If you’re practicing or recording.”

“I sure can promise you that. I’ll keep my phone on so you can be there. Or”—he kissed my nose—“You can come with me, like when we were younger.”

I chased after him for more, once again shoving Blake onto his back and climbing over him. “I used to love that. Like I was getting a glimpse into the band that others couldn’t.”

“I liked having you there, watching me. Giving me support without saying it.” He dragged a hand through my hair. “Make love to me, Tommy.”

So, I did.