Page 139 of Wraith
Moaning, I kiss his temple. “You drive me mad, you know that?”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“In the best way possible.” Lifting my head, I meet his gaze. “I’m so proud of you. Everything you’ve done this year blows me away. Coming out, being an advocate for other queer players, trying new things. Truly impressive. The man you are, Pax, is breathtaking.”
His eyes soften as he smiles. “Because of you. You helped me get here. Your presence and intensity, your love. You gave me thesoft place to land that I didn’t know I needed until we met. Thank you for loving me the way you do.”
“Thank you for letting me.”
My softening cock slips out of him and we both shiver and laugh. I drag my fingers between his legs, massaging his used rim and getting turned on all over again as my fingers get slick with my cum.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Pax searches my eyes. “Do you think you’d want to, like, getmarriedorsomething? Someday.”
I jerk my head back in surprise at his rushed request. “What? Are you asking a question or are you proposing?”
He looks confused for a second. “I’m not sure. What’s your answer?”
“I’ve never thought about it. It didn’t seem to be in the cards for me.”
“But if it was?”
As I hold his gaze, the answer is so clear I’m almost lightheaded. “I’m yours, Pax. For eternity. Whatever that looks like, I’m in. Marriage?” I nod. “I’d be proud to call you my husband.”
A tentative smile tugs at his lips. “Then I guess I was proposing.”
“Then I guess my answer is yes.”
His smile grows, lighting up his entire face. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah.”
He grabs my face, kissing me hard. “Jeg elsker deg.”
“Hey, your pronunciation was near perfect. Have you been practicing?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs and winks.
“I love you too, my sexy hockey man.”
“Former hockey man.”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “You’ll always be my hockey man.”
Pax nods. “What am I gonna do for the rest of my life?”
“Whatever you want. Take your time; you’ll figure it out. And while you do, I’ll be by your side.”
“I really got lucky with you.”
“Lucky? Or did you maybe deserve to be loved?”
“Okay,Boone,” he teases. His brother often reminds him of how deserving of this life he is.
“Your brother is right.”
“I’m learning.” He wraps his arms around me tightly. “Let’s nap. Then when we wake up, we’ll shower and I’ll fuck you. Sound good?”
“Sounds fucking perfect.”
