Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Magnus and Dante had been holding hands as Father O had spoken, and as Dante’s tirade continued, Magnus drew him closer and closer to himself. “How much, Dante?” he interrupted.
“What?” Dante asked, his entire attention switching to the man in front of him.
“How much do you love me, Dante?” Magnus repeated.
Dante seemed confused. I actually felt sorry for him. But the longer he looked at Magnus, the more he seemed to relax. He looked down at their hands and then took one of Magnus’s in both of his. He turned his hand over and skimmed his fingers over the open palm.
It was Magnus’s left hand.
I watched in curious silence as Dante took one of his fingers and began outlining shapes on the palm of Magnus’s hand.
And then I realized they weren’t shapes.
They were letters.
He was writing something on Magnus’s hand.
But I had no clue what and Dante didn’t say the letters out loud. When he was finished, he turned to look over his shoulder at his brother and held out his hand. Aleks placed a ring on Dante’s palm. Dante and Aleks shared a smile that said volumes about what they were to one another, then Dante turned around and slid his ring onto Magnus’s finger.
No one stirred or spoke as Magnus did the exact same thing to Dante’s hand. Whatever message he wrote on Dante’s skin had the man nodding and wiping at his eyes. When the ring was in place, the men joined both of their hands again.
Father O was a smart man, for sure, because the second the men joined hands, he said just a few words blessing their union, then he was announcing them as husbands. Dante and Magnus were in each other’s arms before he even finished speaking and we all began clapping even as the kiss went on and on. The men kept it tame considering the children in the room, but the look they shared was proof that Aleks and I probably wouldn’t have access to the upstairs bathroom anytime soon.
When the ceremony officially ended, Aleks came to me and I put my arm around him. Then I watched my new family start their celebration.
As happy as I was to be so warmly welcomed into the fold, I knew there was something I needed to do before I could really enjoy any of it.
I needed to tell my own family I wasn’t coming home.
Epilogue
Aleks
Two weeks later
“Are you sure, Aleks?”
I knew he wanted the actual word “yes” but my body was so crazy with need that it was hard to form the necessary sounds. Not to mention I could barely breathe.
Who would have thought Vaughn’s fingers could make me so mindless?
Well, his fingers… and his tongue… and his hot breath against my neck… and his words…
Like how beautiful I was.
And responsive.
And tight.
And hot.
And his.
I probably could have orgasmed from that last word alone because the way he’d said it – growled it, actually – was like its very own sex act.
Oh, and of course, who could forget that spot inside me that Vaughn knew just how to play to just completely rob me of the ability to speak or think?
In the best way.
“Please, James,” I managed to get out, because I knew he liked hearing the words. When I felt his penis start to push into me, I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth against his shoulder to keep from crying out.
In pleasure.
It wasn’t the first time Vaughn was penetrating me, but I swore, it seemed to get better each time and I had no clue how that was possible. The first time I’d asked him to put himself inside of me, I’d chickened out and then I’d freaked out. At that point, Vaughn had already introduced me to all the pleasures both his fingers and his tongue could bring my body, including that place where it had only ever hurt before. But my mind had started playing tricks on me as soon as his dick had touched me there. I’d started to cry and tell Vaughn I was sorry over and over again. He’d immediately stopped and then he’d just held me for what had seemed like hours until I’d fallen asleep. The next morning, we’d lain in our new bed and just talked and talked.
Well, I’d talked.
He’d listened.
I hadn’t been telling him anything new, but he knew that talking things out helped my mind work through everything, so he’d patiently listened and then he’d reminded me that if that one aspect of making love wasn’t something we ever did, he didn’t care. Then he’d told me he loved me and we’d showered together where he’d proceeded to cherish my body and bring us both to a pleasurable end with his hands and mouth.
We’d tried again the next night, but only because I’d pushed so hard for it. If it wasn’t something I could have with Vaughn, I’d wanted to know it. The whole process had been slow and awkward at first, but Vaughn had made every second of it about me and my pleasure. By the time he’d put himself inside of me, I’d been mentally prepared. I’d figured it was something I could tolerate.