Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
I spun around again and wrapped him in my arms before kissing him deeply. We joked a lot, but I would never let a day go by without showing him my love and gratitude. Lyle had been through some serious shit in his lifetime, including an ex who used him like a punching bag. I promised myself I would always make him feel safe, cherished, and wanted.
“Ah hell, Watson, not in here; you’ll spoil all the food,” a deep voice groaned. I parted from my beautiful blushing man to see our friend Mike scowling at me.
“Aw, I love hearing my new last name,” I cooed, rubbing my nose against Lyle's, as his blush deepened. I’d taken Lyle’s last name when we married, and my stomach flipped every time someone used it. But Mike wasn't impressed. He crossed his thick arms across his chest and huffed.
“What's the matter?” I asked, genuinely perplexed. Since Mike came out and married his Dom, Jonah, the sight of affection never bothered him. Unless...“Someone didn't get his turkey stuffed?” I guessed, and the way his eye twitched told me I was right.
“It's not even getting basted,” he whined, just as Jonah entered the room.
“What's that, Mikey?” Jonah asked, and his husband stood up straighter. “You're not complaining, are you?”
“No, Officer.”
I loved watching their interactions. Mike was a whole head taller and a good bit broader than Jonah, yet he submitted to the smaller man without question. Their relationship was special and worked for them; they each got everything they needed and I was thrilled for my friends’ happiness. Even if Mike didn't exactly look happy at the moment.
“Good.” Jonah turned his smile to Lyle and me. “He's just cranky because I've had him under lock and key all week.”
“Literally!” Mike grumbled, throwing up his hands.
Jonah smiled at my confused look and explained, “He's in a cock cage.” I grimaced at the thought of being stuck in a device that would keep a person's dick from getting hard.
“What did you do to get punished like that?” I asked Mike, now feeling bad for the big guy, even though he was scowling at me again.
“He's not being punished,” Jonah insisted, although it sure as hell sounded like a punishment to me. “He’s wearing it now so he can be rewarded later.” He stepped closer to his husband, the hitch in his step from where he got shot months ago barely visible. “Just think, Mikey; I'll take it off later and you'll finally be free. It will feel so good. I bet I won't even have to touch you to make you come.”
I thought poor Mike was going to explode right there in the kitchen. His eyes were dark as they looked down at Jonah, and his chest heaved with deep breaths. He announced, “I need a beer,” then ripped a hole in the side of the box I'd carried in, and snatched a can. He cracked it open and drained every drop before tossing the can away and shuffling in towards the living room. Jonah snickered as he followed him.
I wondered for a moment if we all knew a little too much about each other's sex lives, but quickly pushed the thought away. I was glad we were all comfortable enough with one another to share every part of our lives without judgment. All any of us wanted was happiness for those around us, and we had all found it in our life partners.
I slowly planned to Lyle, whose cheeks were burning red and his mouth was hanging open. He finally looked at me and said, “I don't care what kind of reward you think it is; if you ever try to slap a cage on my dick, I'll tase you right in the balls.”
“Aww, I love it when you talk sweet to me.” I kissed his forehead and Lyle chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “Don't worry, sweets; I wouldn't dream of caging firecrotch. It deserves to be praised, not punished.”
“Now who's sweet talking?” Lyle marched his fingers up my chest. “Keep it up and I'll let you stuff my turkey later.”
“Why not right now?”
He rolled his eyes again, but then blinked when he saw I was serious. “We are not fucking in our friends’ house! It's Christmas!”
“This is the only present I'll ask for,” I promised, drawing an ‘X’ over my heart. “Come on, sweets; let me fill your stocking.” I could see it in his eyes; he was thinking about it. He was just as filthy as I was and I loved it. “You already denied my request for road head on the way over here.”
“Yeah, because we'd probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere with your dick hanging out.”
“Fair point,” I conceded, bobbing my head back and forth. “But nobody can die here!”
“If Gage catches us, he'll kill you for ruining Ty’s dinner plans.”