Reluctant groom, p.15
Reluctant Groom, page 15
“Much better. I hate suits. But, you know Mom. When she makes a ‘request’”—Chauncey made air quotes—“there’s no way to get out of it.”
Jonah moved closer, laying his hands on Chauncey’s shoulders, and began to massage the tight muscles he found there. “I’m glad you went with it, though I wouldn’t have minded wearing jeans to my wedding.”
“Maybe your next one,” Chauncey whispered softly before moaning as his shoulders slowly unknotted.
Jonah frowned at the soft comment. Was Chauncey already seeing them divorced and going their separate ways? Was he already planning his escape? Was he thinking that Jonah would help him get free from Marco and then kick him to the street?
Though he was facing the window, the view didn’t make an impression. His entire attention was focused on the man just inches from him.
Sliding his hands down over Chauncey’s shoulders, he stroked over the t-shirt-covered chest, pausing just long enough to tweak his nipples before continuing down to his ripped abs. His man was several inches shorter than his six-foot-three, just the right height to lean his head down and brush a kiss on the top of his shoulder as his hands continued down to the top of Chauncey’s pants. He smiled when Chauncey sucked a breath before releasing it in a whoosh.
Maybe his little man wasn’t as unaffected by him as he had first thought.
Instead of addressing his comment about a second marriage, Jonah said, “What would you like to know about me, C-man?”
Tempted to complete the stripping of his husband, Jonah pulled his arms away, then turned them both toward the couch that looked out over the cityscape provided by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Chauncey didn’t answer until they were settled together on the couch. “Everything?”
Jonah’s cock, which had been finally softening after their hug in the elevator, hardened right up again. “Everything covers a wide range of topics. What do you want to know first?”
“Why?”
“Why?” Jonah repeated.
“Why do this? Because Dad asked you to take care of me? Because Mom asked you to? And why is Marco Gomez so determined to have me under his thumb? Why did the wedding have to be so soon after graduation? Why can’t I just be me and live the life I want?”
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Though his body wanted him to say screw getting to know the man who was now his husband, his brain still demanded answers to the questions that had been eating at him all day.
He relaxed into Jonah’s side when his muscled arm slid around his shoulders and pulled him closer. “The biggest why isn’t mine to share, but let’s just say that your father, mother, and I are all looking after your best interest in keeping you safe from Marco Gomez.”
“Do you know why Marco is so determined to have me?”
“No, but as determined as he is, I’m more determined to keep you safe and protected. Which is why we’ll be heading south the day after tomorrow. The sooner we’re out of town, the sooner Marco can stop chasing after you.”
Since Chauncey had made no plans after graduation, other than to move home and go to work for the company, moving to Texas sounded like a scary adventure. Most of his things were already packed and ready to go, so it wouldn’t take much to finish clearing the apartment tomorrow.
Though he wanted to get past talking and get to his know his husband’s body better, Chauncey forced himself to ask more questions.
“Where do you live in Texas? What’s your life there like? Do you really own a ranch with horses and cows and chickens?”
Jonah chuckling at his questions which came out faster than he could answer made his heart happy. He had always liked hearing the man laugh, and would learn really bad jokes to tell when he knew Jonah was coming to visit—just to hear that deep chuckle.
“I live on about five thousand acres in central Texas about an hour outside of Austin. I use the ranch to help homeless veterans start to get back on their feet. They come to us from Austin and Houston and even New Orleans. We teach them ranching skills and animal skills and help them find jobs all over the west on other ranches. I also rehabilitate abused horses, and after helping them heal, find them new homes as well. We’re starting a dog training program as well, using techniques similar to those used in prisons across the country.”
“Wow, it sounds like you’re doing a lot of good for a lot of people,” Chauncey said, hearing the love and excitement in Jonah’s voice.
Looking up into the man’s face, he was surprised to see his cheeks turn pink. He was embarrassed by the compliment? How was that possible? He had always thought Jonah was the most self-confident man he had ever met. He always seemed to know where he was going, what he was doing, and would allow nothing to stop him from whatever goals he set.
All at once, he needed more than words. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips across Jonah’s before settling in for what he hoped was the beginning of a long night of hot loving to consummate their marriage.
Jonah allowed it for another moment before turning his head and breaking the kiss. Chauncey sighed softly as he watched his husband rise from the couch.
“Want a drink?” Jonah asked as he headed to the bar across the room.
“No, thanks,” he answered as he took a moment to really look around and notice this wasn’t a typical hotel room.
This was more like a living room with a bar in one corner and several couches around the room. In the area beside the couch where he sat was a dining table with six chairs.
Pushing to his feet, he took a better look around. There were two sets of open double doors, one on either side of the room. Each room contained a king-size bed, a dresser, and what was probably an amazing bathroom beyond.
Turning his attention back to Jonah, he watched the man pour himself a whiskey and throw it back before refilling the glass. When he turned to face him, Chauncey’s insecurities returned full force.
Jonah was a powerful man, and not just because he had oodles of money. His dominance was a force the man carried with him. Chauncey doubted he even realized his magnetism, but he had watched both men and women gravitate to him at the party. But Jonah was all his.
Despite being reluctant to marry the man, the fact Jonah was willing to put the rest of his life on hold while protecting him was the biggest turn-on Chauncey had ever felt.
Since he had drawn the line in the sand about having sex earlier, it was up to him to draw a new one. Or erase it altogether.
But how could he do that?
Chapter Four
With his cock as hard as a steel spike, Jonah finished his drink. Maybe the extra alcohol would keep him from attacking his new and reluctant husband. How could he get through the night? He’d have a couple more, but then he would be useless in the morning.
With Chauncey in the suite, all he could think about was getting the man naked and stretched out across his bed. He would then fuck him until neither of them could walk.
But he couldn’t make a move until Chauncey said he could. Which was why he had taken this suite with two bedrooms. This way, he might be able to hold on to a tiny slice of his sanity and control.
“So, husband mine, you have a choice to make,” Jonah said as he moved slowly across the room toward his man.
Chauncey watched him with wide eyes, seeming nervous. Jonah couldn’t hold back a soft moan when Chauncey’s tongue poked out between his lips before swiping across the top one.
“A choice?” Chauncey asked, his voice soft, but tight and higher than his normal tenor.
“Yes, a choice. You can either sleep in that room alone”—Jonah pointed to the room behind him—“and I’ll leave you alone. Or you can sleep in that room with me, and I won’t promise what might happen. I won’t promise anything except that if things get too much for you, all you have to do is say stop.”
Jonah found himself holding his breath as he waited for Chauncey’s decision. The man looked over his shoulder at what would be his room then turned and looked at Jonah’s room. Without a word, he walked past Jonah.
Jonah’s breath left him in a whoosh as he turned and watched Chauncey pull his t-shirt over his head and drop it to the floor.
Then the man looked over his shoulder at the still frozen Jonah and asked, “You coming to bed or what?”
With a wide grin, Jonah jerked the dress shirt open, not caring that the buttons popped and flew in every direction. He headed to the bedroom, stopping just long enough to hit the panel of switches, sending the living room into darkness.
Stepping into the room, he opened his belt and the button of his pants as he approached his husband. The closer he got, the more still and nervous-looking Chauncey became.
“Chauncey? You okay?”
The small man glanced up at him with fear in his eyes before dropping his head to stare at the carpeting between them. Fear was a look Jonah never wanted to see in his man’s eyes. Ever, but especially not when standing beside a bed when his cock was throbbing painfully in his pants.
“Chauncey, it’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. I won’t get mad or anything. I want you to be comfortable with us, and with whatever will grow between us. If you need more time, all you have to do is say so, babe.”
He half-expected the young man to bolt for the other bedroom. What he didn’t expect was Chauncey throwing himself into his arms and burying his face into his chest. Jonah hugged the man, tightening his hold when Chauncey began to tremble. He began rubbing one hand up and down his long spine.
“Chauncey? What’s wrong?”
“Can we take the sex stuff slow, like turtle slow?”
Jonah frowned at the question, and then it hit him. “C-man, are you a virgin?” he asked softly.
He felt Chauncey’s head move up and down his chest as he said, “Between school and work and the family, I haven’t had a lot of free time. I’ve watched porn and read books, but … yes, I’m a virgin. Is that okay?”
Jonah had to swallow the sudden lump that filled his throat before he could answer. “That’s fine, babe. Oh, God, how did I get so blessed?”
When Chauncey tilted his head back, Jonah leaned down and kissed him gently. Knowing his husband’s secret made tonight even more important. His own hunger spiked as Chauncey responded to the kiss with an enthusiasm that made it difficult to break away. Somehow, Jonah managed to part their lips then take a step back to separate their bodies.
“Strip and sit on the bed,” he instructed when Chauncey frowned at him.
To keep things PG for the moment, Jonah backed away until his back hit the wall. He reached over and turned on the small CD player he had brought with him. Bluesy jazz music filled the tense silence, and he smiled as Chauncey began to sway with the music.
Chauncey had always loved to dance, and his long, lean body was made for it. Jonah would make a point to take his husband dancing on a regular basis once they got home.
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Seconds after the music began, Chauncey couldn’t help but sway as the music wrapped around him, entering his body and soothing his soul. The anxiety that had jangled his nervous system since entering the hotel room with his husband slowly subsided as he gave himself up to the music. It took a moment, but soon he didn’t care that Marco Gomez wanted him. He didn’t care that Jonah was more than twenty years older than he was. He didn’t care that he had no idea what the next few minutes and hours would bring, or what his future as Jonah’s husband held.
All his cares and concerns drifted away as his body moved to the soft jazz music. When the music filled him up, he began to dance around the room. He worked his way around the room, ending up on the far side of the bed.
Once there, he reached for the waistband of his pants. As his hips continued to weave back and forth, he slowly popped the button then lowered the zipper. He slowly turned a circle then a bit more so he faced the man leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.
At some point during his dance across the room, Jonah had taken off his own pants, leaving him wearing a pair of form-fitting navy-blue briefs. The knit cotton fabric might have covered his erection, but it did nothing to conceal the long, thick cock that pushed hard at the material.
Chauncey licked his lips as he raised his arms and shimmied his hips until his pants dropped off and fell to the floor, pooling around his ankles. Stepping out of the fabric, he continued to dance, now clad only in a pair of black lacy boy shorts. The top several inches of his hard cock extended above the waistband, tempting him to push off the shorts and stroke his cock. It wouldn’t take much for him to blow his load, though he knew it wouldn’t satisfy the need that grew in his belly.
An orgasm wasn’t the only thing he needed. He wanted to rub his skin all over the big, brawny body of his husband before he licked Jonah from head to toe, and more. The thoughts and images his brain sent him had his cock twitching and his asshole clenching in anticipation.
Now all he had to do was drive Jonah into action, because he wasn’t sure he would be able to take this much further alone.
Pushing the lace boy shorts over his hips and down his thighs, he left them behind as he began to make his way back across the bedroom toward his husband. Jonah watched his every move with blue eyes that were glowing with lust. At least he hoped it was lust. He wasn’t sure what he would do if Jonah turned away without touching him.
Continuing to stare deep into his eyes, Chauncey danced up to the man, stopping with mere inches separating their bodies. He had to clear his throat before he whispered, “Like it?”
Jonah blinked and an almost pained expression crossed his face. “Oh, C-man, what you do to me.”
With that, Jonah wrapped a hand around the back of Chauncey’s neck and took control of his head, tilting it back and slightly to the side. He straightened from the wall, which closed the distance between their bodies. Chauncey hissed as Jonah’s other arm wrapped around his back and pushed him into the bigger man’s warm, hairy body.
His arms seemed to move of their own volition as they wrapped around Jonah and held on tight. Only then did Jonah close the distance between their lips and kiss him. The kiss was unlike anything Chauncey had ever experienced before. Hot, wet lips, tongues and teeth coming together, fighting for dominance. Nothing in his life had prepared him for such a kiss. Closing in on something he had never felt before outside the privacy of his nightly showers, Chauncey’s hips began to move. He thrust against Jonah’s lower body, his cock needing just a little more something to reach the momentary nirvana an orgasm would give him.
Because he was certain one orgasm would not be enough tonight.
Then Jonah’s hand slid down between his shorts and his body, a finger sliding between his ass cheeks to press against the tight star of his back hole.
“Ah, ahh, ahh,” he cried into Jonah’s mouth as his orgasm swept through him. Electric fire shot from the nerves his husband had woken with a single finger through his body to his balls. Semen pulsed from the tip of his cock to cover both their bellies.
He had to break the kiss and drop his head to Jonah’s chest so he could get enough air as his entire body convulsed. Chauncey rode the wave to the end, slowly relaxing to lean against his husband as the orgasm subsided, leaving him boneless and unsure if he could stand on his own.
Closing his eyes, he rested against Jonah, suddenly ashamed of his lack of control. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into the fur that covered the man’s chest. Turning his head, he snuggled his face in that soft but wiry hair.
“You’re sorry? For what? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” Jonah’s deep voice rumbled under his cheek. “I just hope your recovery time is good because I’m planning to watch you come again while I’m balls deep in your ass.”
Chapter Five
The look of bliss that had crossed Chauncey’s face during his orgasm snapped the last threads of Jonah’s control. He only hoped his husband was ready for what was coming, because he wouldn’t be able to pull back without the help of a team of horses.
As his orgasm washed through him, Chauncey sagged against him. Dropping both hands to cup Chauncey’s ass, Jonah lifted the smaller man and carried him the few steps to the bed before setting him down again.
“Are you sure about this, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop again,” Jonah massaged the rounded ass cheeks in his hands before stroking his hands up the man’s back.
“I’m sure,” Chauncey whispered as he reached for the waistband of Jonah’s boxers. He eased them over Jonah’s erect cock before shoving them down his thighs.
Jonah mirrored his actions, pushing Chauncey’s boy shorts to the floor. Together, they stepped out of them. Jonah took just long enough to pull the bedcovers back before pushing Chauncey over. The smaller man giggled as he bounced on the mattress. He then wiggled his way across the mattress to lay in the middle of it.
Jonah’s hard cock led the way as he climbed onto the bed and crawled to kneel over his husband.
Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed one of the condoms and the tube of lube he had placed there when he’d unpacked the night before. He had to hold his breath as he rolled the condom over his cock. Once it was in place, he took a long, slow breath and turned his full attention to the man lying beneath him.
“Such a beautiful man,” he whispered as he moved to lie on the bed beside Chauncey.
He stroked one palm over the beautiful olive skin that stretched over his chest and down his belly. He poked a finger into his innie bellybutton, grinning when his man giggled in response. He continued tracing a line down his lower belly, then wrapped his hand around the man’s half-hard cock. In seconds, it stiffened up once again.
Jonah stroked the long, slender cock from base to tip several times, until Chauncey’s hips began to move in counterpoint to his touch. He leaned in and kissed his man, savoring the taste of Chauncey’s lips as his hands moved down to cup and gently roll his balls in his fingers. Then he moved further down between his legs, stroking a finger over his puckered star.
