“Fuck, I love how dirty you are, Sam. The things I want to do to you.”
They’d have to wait for next time, though, because I couldn’t hold back anymore. With one hand on his cock, I matched the pace to the speed of my cock sinking deep into him.
Between gasping breaths and sweet moans, Sam struggled to speak. “I can’t… Gil, I’m gonna!” His head rocked back, throat stretched tight, and teeth clenched.
“Come for me, baby. I’m right there with you.” Two more thrusts against his gland and a quick squeeze and twist over the slick head of his cock were all it took to send him over the edge into ecstasy. I followed right behind, filling the condom as my hips lost their rhythm and just took all the pleasure I needed from the hot grip of his body.
***
Compared to Kelly and Alex, my wildflower wedding clients, June and Bartholomew were a nightmare. If I had other options at the time, I would have turned them down after the first appointment. I didn’t have that luxury, especially since I wanted to save up as quickly as possible for the security deposit and first month’s rent for a bigger apartment to share with Sam.
Another text came through with June complaining that the Dakora pink roses were too peach, but the Soulmate varietylacked some kind of oomph. They might not pop in the photos for her Instagram wedding story. I sent a picture of the Priceless variety, a bright pink with delicately variegated petals and hoped for the best.
A ding from my business chat app came through, and I steeled myself to read exactly how the new rose type would never work. A new name popped up on the screen, though. I stepped out of the light flow of sidewalk traffic to answer.
Luke:Friends recommended your business, and I hoped you had an opening for new clients. Planning an October wedding.
Gilbert:Yes. I’m available. Do you have any initial questions, or would you like to make an appointment right away?
Luke:We met at Prism briefly. I was the police officer giving the presentation with Sam’s help. My fiancé works for Giovanni’s husband, Viktor. I want to get the ball rolling asap. We both have challenging schedules.
My eyes widened as I figured out the complex web of connection. I did remember Luke, the cop with the rainbow watch, and his cute, blond boyfriend.
In the past several weeks, the local LGBTQ+ community welcomed us and passed us around. I’d met more gay men during that time than the rest of my life combined. I’d volunteered at Prism House while Sam worked, we hung outwith Cody, Gabe, and a few others at a bar called Revere’s in a nearby town, and added Giovanni, Viktor, and their two foster kids to our weekly Cutie Cubs Gym outing.
After a bit more chatting, we set an appointment for the following week, and I continued my journey home. Sam and Evie waited for me.
The sheer domesticity of the scene on the warm side of my apartment door always filled my heart. No matter how tough a day, the sight of Sam and Evie together brought a smile to my face. After hanging up my coat and kicking off my shoes, I headed into the living room to find her bouncing along with a silly song. Sam sat on the couch with his laptop balanced on his knees.
“Hey, baby.” I swooped down to kiss his pretty pink lips first before turning to my distracted daughter. She squawked when I interrupted her dance moves. “Hi, sweet pea.”
“Da!” She babbled a bit to tell me about her day but returned quickly to her enraptured enjoyment of the music.
Sam set aside his laptop and followed me into the kitchen. “My class ran a bit late, and there was construction on the way to pick up Evie at Roxy’s, so the chili won’t be done for about twenty minutes.”
“Perfect amount of time for a preview of later tonight.” No one ever accused me of being a smooth talker. Before he could smirk at me, I grabbed his hips, pulled him closer, and kissed him. A simple peck quickly turned into the type of deep, probing kisses we both loved. He tasted a bit spicy as if he’d sampled the chili as it cooked, but I loved it all the same.
He slipped his hand around my neck and pulled me close to whisper in my ear. “I’m wearing that red jock you like.” He tilted his hips against mine for one exquisite moment.
Some kind of strangled growl rumbled out of my throat, and we shared a laugh. “We still have hours before Evie’s bedtime.Don’t do that to me.” I turned away to adjust myself and calm down. “Luke, the cop from Prism, wants to hire me to plan his wedding.”
Sam leaned against the counter. “That’s amazing. Word’s really getting around about how awesome you are.”
The conversation rolled on as easily as it ever did while we played with Evie, talked about our days, and sat down to eat mild chili. Together as a family, exactly how I wanted every day in the future. If Luke and Alex decided to hire me, their deposit would push my bank account over my goal for security deposit on a new place we could share with Sam.
He caught me staring at him and raised his eyebrows. I shook my head and turned back to the chili. Evie seemed to enjoy the chunks of chicken, beans, and vegetables we scooped out for her. Sauce decorated her cheeks and chin.
“I’ll bathe her right after dinner, I think.”
“I’ll clean up here, then.”
Could life really be this simple and wonderful? My mind tumbled back to those first horrible, wonderful weeks with the newborn Evie. I had no clue what I was doing, and every moment with her reminded me that my partner, her mother, had abandoned both of us.
Evie smacked her hand on the edge of her bowl, but Sam caught it before it went flying. “Da!” She frowned adorably when he whisked the dish away and complained about her thwarted plan in her cute baby babble.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweet pea. Then we can have fun before bedtime.”
When we emerged from her room twenty minutes later, Evie clean and wearing her rainbow polka dot pajamas, Sam dropped the last toy car into its cubby and sat in his usual spot on the couch. Evie wiggled to get down, so I set her feet on the rug,grasped her fingers, and walked her toward him. “She’s getting good at that,” he said with a smile.
