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“We thought so,” Farmer replied, and Marsh would be shocked as shit if the two weren’t moved in together there by the end of the summer.
They exchanged a few more words, then after a round of hugs, Press and Farmer wandered back to the party, leaving Marsh and Levi in the kitchen, finishing their drinks to the sound of their friends and family laughing and having a good time, enjoying the wedding day Levi deserved.
That Marsh was so very happy to give to him. But right then, Marsh wanted to give him something else more.
“So...” he drawled at Levi’s ear. “How long do we have to stay at our own party before it’s acceptable to sneak out? Because as much as I love this, I’d love to fuck my husband more.”
Levi kept him in suspense for the two minutes it took to finish their drinks, to take their glasses to the sink, and to wash them out. When he returned to Marsh’s side, he took his hand, kissed his knuckles with a sly smirk, then spun on his heel as fast as their son had earlier and bolted for the garage door, dragging a laughing, head over heels in love Marsh behind him.
Fifteen
The last time Levi stood in this hotel room, his world had been spinning out of control. A circus, he’d thought that day as he’d gazed out the balcony doors at the ocean. The seventy-two hours since Emmitt Marshall had swaggered into his life had been a dizzying blur, and that afternoon, an hour before their first wedding, the tilt-a-whirl had been on max speed. Until Marsh had offered him a ring and his help.
Had begged him to take it.
Levi’s world had stopped spinning. Sure, there’d been other dizzying moments on that first case together and in the year since, but standing here today, gazing out the same open patio doors at the moonlit ocean, Levi had never felt steadier.
Marsh stepped behind him, his chest warm against Levi’s back, his arms twining around his waist, holding him close. “I hope it’s okay I brought you here tonight.”
“It’s perfect.” He laced his fingers with Marsh’s, their rings softly pinging as they slotted next to each other. “I was just thinking how much has changed.” He leaned his head back on Marsh’s shoulder. “How steady you made my world.”
“You made it that way, Levi.” Marsh kissed his temple and squeezed him tighter. “You had the courage to say yes, to risk everything and trust me when you had no reason to. You’re remarkable, baby.”
“So are you. You put yourself out there, saw a person in need, a way to save me and so many others, and you went for it. You always go for it.” Levi turned in his arms and coasted his hands up Marsh’s chest, the heat beneath the cotton warming his palms. “I’d say we both won.”
“Best play,” Marsh said with a smile. “In chess terms.”
Levi chuckled. “If you say so.” No matter how many hours he spent on the periphery of Marsh’s games with David or Brax, chess would never be Levi’s forte. But he did occasionally pick up terms. “I’d say romantic chess is more in order. Sudden attacks and sacrifices, if I recall correctly?”
“You do,” Marsh said with a smirk.
Levi curled his hands in Marsh’s shirt and yanked, the pearl buttons unsnapping, baring Marsh’s golden bronze skin to Levi’s hands and lips. He spread the shirt wider, fingers sneaking under the lapels, teasing his nipples, while he kissed across his collarbone, into the hollow of his throat, and down between his pecs.
Marsh hissed and cupped the back of his head, fingers carding through his hair. “What about the sacrifices?”
“Do forty-year-old knees count?”
Marsh laughed out loud, the sound going straight to Levi’s heart—and his dick.
He wanted—needed—his husband.
Levi sank to his knees. A sacrifice, but not as painful as it could have been thanks to the hotel carpet, and the second he got Marsh’s flush, erect cock out of his jeans, Levi forgot all about his aging joints. Leaning forward, Marsh’s cock brushing his cheek, he nuzzled the crease between his thigh and groin, savoring the heat and musk of Marsh’s skin. He inhaled deep, then traveled a path designed to tease and torment, his lips teasing Marsh’s balls, his tongue swiping over his taint, before he buried his nose in the crease on the other side of his cock.
“Jesus, Wolfy, you’re killing me.” Marsh tangled a hand in his hair, then slid it lower, palming one side of his cock, pressing the long, hard length against Levi’s cheek. “You feel how hot I am for you? How much I want you?”
Groaning, it was all Levi could do not to give in and take Marsh in his mouth, to taste all that heat and the salty precome he could smell. He executed another swift attack instead, hands diving over Marsh’s hips and spreading his cheeks. Marsh preferred to top, but his needy grunts whenever Levi swirled a finger around his rim were intoxicating. Made his own hole clench to be filled.
“I see you squirming,” Marsh said from above him. “Like you did in that chair the other morning. You need it, don’t you? My cock inside you, filling you up, making that hole mine.”
“Please,” Levi whimpered into the wiry hair at the base of Marsh’s cock.
“It is now. All the yeses you said in front of our friends and family today. You made it official. Your heart and your hole are mine.”
Finally giving in, Levi licked a slow stripe along the underside of Marsh’s cock and, when he reached the tip, swirled his tongue. He opened his eyes and locked gazes with Marsh’s dark, heated one. “Take it, then.”
If Levi thought his moves were bold and sweeping, they were nothing compared to Marsh yanking him up off the floor, ripping open his shirt, and tossing him onto the bed, Marsh’s big body covering his in the blink of an eye.
But then Marsh stilled, a hand on his cheek, gaze intense as he stared down at him. “I’m yours too. Never forget that. I dirty talk and dominate because I know that’s what you need, but make no mistake, you own all of me, Levi Bishop, heart and soul. I will do whatever it takes to earn every one of your yeses.”
