“I love you, Gage,” I whispered as I lined myself up and pressed into him slowly. “Always.Always.”
“Yes,” he hissed, pushing back against me. “God, yes.”
Our style was usually playful and affectionate, with Gage sometimes laughing and teasing me until I came my brains out.
And that was perfect.Usually.
But right then, I knew neither of us was in the mood for that… which was fucking convenient since I didn’t think I could have slowed down to save my life. Something primal was spurring me on, urging me to claim the fuck out of this man. My hands gripped his hips so hard I knew I’d leave bruises, and my mouth worried love bites into his shoulder and neck.Mine, mine, mine,always.
Based on the stream of nonsense coming out of Gage’s mouth and the frenzied way he was working his dick, he was feeling the same.
“Harder. Just like… oh, fuck, Knox. Yes.Yes.Fuck. Own me. Fucking ruin me.”
I was happy to oblige, driving into him with enough force to make everything on the mantel rattle. I wrapped one arm around his waist, knocking his hand out of the way, and found his cock hard and leaking. I gripped him firmly and stroked him the way he liked.
“C-close,” he warned, bracing his forearms on the wall as his body locked. “So fucking close.”
“Come for me,” I gritted out. “Let me feel it.”
Obedient for once, Gage came with a shout, his ass clenching my dick so hard that I couldn’t hold back either. I clung to his waist as my vision went wonky, trusting him to keep us upright… or at least upright-ish.
We stayed like that for a long moment, locked together, chests heaving, my face buried in Gage’s neck and his arms taking the brunt of our weight.
“Oh. My. Fuck,” he slurred. “Am I dead? Holy shit, I am.I’m dead. Damn. But you know, I’m okay with that. He died as he lived, thoroughly fucked.”
I laughed, though it sounded a bit wheezy. Figured Gage couldn’t go for long without teasing.
I carefully withdrew and turned him in my arms. “I love you. In case I didn’t mention that.”
“You did mention it.” Gage kissed me and pulled back, his face flushed. “Several times. In fact, you might say it was pounded into me.”
Laughing again, I admitted, “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Guess it’s just my lucky day,” Gage sighed.
Then he blinked, and his eyes met mine.
In unison, we turned our heads toward the mantel.
The fucking rooster stared back at us, his golden eyes glinting in the morning light. And I could’ve sworn—though I’d never admit it out loud—that the damn thing had moved to watch us.
“No,” I said out loud.
But it was too late. Gage’s eyes had widened and lit. “Oh my God! Is that what Hawk was talking about? All Jack’s little get-lucky comments?”
“No.”
“The Cock of Good Fortune!” Gage crowed. “He specifically called it?—”
“Goodman.” I gripped his jaw. “I love you more than my life, butwe are not calling it that.”
“Your brother gave us a sex chicken!” he said, delighted. “Is the fourth anniversary the Sex Chicken Anniversary? Way better than paper products.”
I shook my head. “Gage, I do not need a sex chicken in order to fuck you, and I resent the implication?—”
“Shhh. Don’t offend him.” Gage pushed his hand through my hair and held my hair back from my forehead. “I don’twant to know what happens when the Cock of Good Fortune gets angry.”
I rolled my eyes… but couldn’t help giving the rooster a sidelong glance that had Gage cracking up again… and his sweaty, naked, delightfully messy body pressed against mine. My spent dick gave a hopeful twitch.
