Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I myself had easily given up my life of bachelorhood. I hadn't even once been tempted to look in the rearview mirror upon the life I'd left behind. If anyone was having doubts, it was Sam, and that was only because he seemed certain that I would buckle under the pressure of being responsible for a special-needs child.
Ryan's mobility issues meant that he needed a lot of hands-on care, something I hadn't really understood when I’d first started seeing Sam. But as the weeks had gone on, I'd marveled over the fact that Sam had cared so well for his son on his own. Nothing about the job was easy, but it was rewarding all the same. Ryan's trust was everything as far as I was concerned. I loved listening to him talk about dinosaurs and learning all the different expressions and sounds that were his way of communicating with us. I'd never considered myself father material, but the more I watched first Sam and Ryan interact, and then later Ryan play with other kids, I'd started to wonder if maybe it was something I'd been too dismissive of.
"Are you talking about Father of the Bride?" Sam asked.
"That's the one," I said. While Sam wasn't a huge fan of scary movies, it turned out he loved romantic ones. It didn't matter how small the romance was, he was all in if it had even the tiniest romantic subplot in it. Since I hadn’t watched many movies growing up, most of them were all new to me. Not that it would've mattered, because I took more pleasure in watching Sam's reaction to the films than anything else.
"So you're saying my plan was to sabotage Elliot's wedding?"
"What? No—" I began.
"Okay, so then, you're saying I freaked out about the cost of the wedding and that's why I insisted on having the reception here at the house. Because I’m a cheapskate."
"Um," I said lamely.
"Did you even watch the movie, Matias?"
Since I was damned if I did and damned if I didn't, I did what I did best and held my tongue. But only for so long as it took me to close the distance between us. I didn't stop when I reached him. I merely wrapped my arms around him and covered his mouth with mine. Like clockwork, Sam sighed and then his arms wound around my neck. I swore I heard him mutter “No boundaries,” but then he was eagerly kissing me back.
"I have something for you," I murmured against his mouth.
"I noticed," Sam said huskily.
I laughed and said, "Something else." I released him long enough that I could take his hand and pull him toward the garden shed.
"Hang on," Sam said as he dragged me to a stop. "Are you seriously thinking I'm going to put out while we have guests inside waiting for us?"
I turned around and stepped back into his space. "Yeah, I do," I growled. Not surprisingly, Sam shivered in anticipation. Between the gunshot wound to my side and everything that Ryan was going through, our sex life had fallen by the wayside and I had no issue with that. But I also knew that we needed to get back to a sense of normalcy just like Ryan did. Moving forward with the wedding had been a good first step, but Sam and I had our own future to think about and I was eager to sow the seeds of that particular discussion.
I kissed him hard and waited until he was once again pliant in my arms. This time when I led him toward the shed, he followed without argument. As soon as we were inside the door, he was all over me. If I hadn't been so turned on, I would've smiled.
"We need to hurry," Sam said as he began ripping at the jacket I was wearing. "Contrary to what you might think, I don't want to miss Cruz and Elliot leaving for their honeymoon."
"Not possible," I said between kisses. "They’ve already started on that particular part of the celebration… in our bathroom."
Sam put his hand against my chest so he could put some space between us. "Seriously? Please tell me they're not in our tub."
"I told Cruz the tub was off-limits."
Sam threw up his hands. "You told Cruz to defile my son in my own bathroom?"
"I hate to break this to you, but your son was in the process of defiling my brother outside our bedroom door. It was just a matter of time before they ended up in our bed. You should be thanking me that it's only the bathroom that will get well used. At least that shit cleans easy."
"Oh God," Sam muttered.
I pulled him back against my chest and said, "I suppose I could've told them the shed was free."
"Don't even go there," Sam growled and then he was all over me again. "How long do you think we have?" he asked as he continued to tear at my shirt. "Do you think Ryan has noticed we’re gone?"