“Fuck, I’m going to—”
Ripping my tongue from his body, I spun him around and latched on to his erection, taking him deep and sucking with everything I had. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, grasping his ass to pull him even closer. The first hit of his cum against my tongue was in unison with Carter’s words “Fuck, I love you.” It was garbled and high-pitched, and I would have grinned if I wasn’t busy pulling every drop out of him.
I eased off when he sagged against the wall, his fingertips brushing my hair and trailing against my cheek. Looking up at him, blinking past the splash of the water, my face brightened. He beamed back and indicated for me to stand. On my feet, I leaned against him, pressing a small kiss against his closed lips.
“Tired?”
He nodded.
“Come on then. Let’s get you to bed.”
Carter lifted a brow and then glanced between our bodies. I throbbed, but I wanted Carter rested and happy. I snorted at myself. Loved up and not looking out for my own poor cock.
“What?” he asked, amusement in the lilt of his voice.
“Nothing. But I can wait.”
He didn’t look convinced.
“I can,” I answered with a small laugh. Admittedly, it was going to be hard to ignore, not only because of the fact I was rock-solid and was standing to attention, but it was always like this with Carter. I always wanted him. But at that moment, having gotten him off from sharing my tongue with him, that was fucking satisfying in itself. My impatient dick would have to wait.
I’d wokenwith Carter lowering himself on me. It was officially the best morning ever. Getting head in the morning was fucking incredible, but waking to him sheathing me inside my favorite place ever, yeah, hands down it was the best way to start the day. That and bareback, which we’d only recently been cleared for, had been fucking magic.
I’d come hard and fast. Not surprising since I’d fallen asleep with blue balls. But it was all worth it to start the day deep inside him. We’d since had breakfast and were walking around the lake, hand in hand, the epitome of a loving couple. Every time I thought it, I smirked like some sort of, well, enamored fool. Go figure.
We’d talked about the most random of shit, while also touching on our pasts too. Carter told me his parents would be heading into town in a month, which I was kinda anxious about. I’d never met a boyfriend’s parents before, as ridiculous as it sounded. It was sort of pathetic I supposed, a guy in his thirties with no real committed relationships to speak of, but Carter thought it was sweet.
I rolled my eyes at him as he continued. “I think you were just saving yourself for me. Why go through the hassle of parents when they weren’t mine?”
I laughed. “Yeah. That’s exactly it.”
“Shh, let me have my moment.” Seriously, he was loving my virgin meeting-parents status a little too much. “But I suppose it was also so you wouldn’t be scared off.”
I snorted this time and tugged him to my side and placed a kiss on his temple. “Is that right?”
“Well.” He looped his arm around my waist, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder as we carried on walking. “My folks do come with a hazard label.”
Over the past few weeks, Carter had shared a few stories about his mom and dad; most were hilarious, so I knew what he was getting at. “It’ll be fine.” As long as they liked me, of course. I’d lost my own parents when I was a teenager. I’d loved them and we’d had an okay relationship, but it had been a helluva long time since I’d been around parents who were acting in that role, if that made sense.
I knew they loved Carter, so despite my nerves, I was confident that when they saw him happy, they’d like me. I’d make it so.
“Seriously, Tanner. You already know my mom has no filter, but when it comes to me and a relationship, she’s going to lose her mind.”
I paused and looked at him. “Have you not told her about us?”
He looked sheepish, and my heart would have dropped if he hadn’t immediately pressed his lips to mine and whispered, “They’re both going to love you, likeloveyou, love you. But no, I haven’t truthfully told her how serious we are.” He took my hand and placed a kiss on my palm. “The only reason why is that as soon as she knows, she’ll start buyingRainbow Weddingsor something else as crazy.”
I snorted and raised my brows. “Is there really a magazine call—”
He shrugged. “No idea. But the thing is, if there was, she’d buy it, and then start knitting—”
“Knitting?”
“Yes!” he said in earnest, color touching his cheeks and what looked like genuine fear making his eyes wide. He was fucking adorable. “Knitting for grandbabies.”
I didn’t even twitch, didn’t move a muscle as I allowed that to settle in. Babies. I already knew I was the best uncle there was. I’d dealt with vomit, crap, piss, and so many tears and sleepless night that the thought didn’t terrify me. My breath caught at the possibility that at some point in the future Carter and I could have a kid of our own. I could see it, and wasn’t that a fucking shock to my system?
“Oh shit.” Carter swore, so whatever he saw in my reaction must have been bad. “Do you need to sit down? Oh Christ on a cracker, it’s okay. I’ll put them off from visiting. It’s all talk anyway. You don’t need to w—”
