Page 85 of Love at First Rep

“So, we’re really doing this, right?” he murmured in Rafe’s ear.

“If by this, you mean being in love forever and ever and doing whatever we want together for the rest of our lives, then yes, we’re really doing this.”

Garrett squeezed him tightly but stayed quiet for a while before he continued, “I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything that happened this week. It’s like my entire world flipped. I never thought I’d have anything like this. Especially with you.”

“I was so worried this mission would blow up in my face. I kinda still can’t believe you forgave me.”

“Well, remember last night when I had you in a headlock and you were crying for me to let you go—”

“Yeah, that didn’t happen.”

“And I realized that there’s really only one option. Losing you the first time nearly killed me. I would have done anything to bring you back into my life. Now that I have you, there’s no way I’m ever pushing you away. I’m not happy about the lies, but I understand why you did it. You didn’t have a choice. I just wish we could get some of those twenty years back.”

“Yeah, I wish you could have come with me. I tried to get you recruited over the years, but there was too much red tape, too much bullshit.”

Garrett chuckled. “At least now we can have twenty years of makeup sex.”

Rafe spun in the tub to face Garrett so quickly water spilled over the sides, but he didn’t care.

“No, you’re forgetting about interest. Should probably make it another forty years to be safe.”

“Ah, what the hell, might as well go with a nice round number. Fifty sounds doable.”

Rafe laughed. “I’m not sure we’ll be capable of makeup sex when we’re ninety, but I’m certainly up for trying.”

“All we can do is try,” Garrett said, a smile on his face as he ran a wet hand along Rafe’s back.

“I’d like to try collecting some of that interest now.” Rafe leaned forward and placed a trail of kisses along Garrett’s jaw, slowly making his way to his mouth. When they connected, Rafe deepened the kiss, drinking in every bit of Garrett he could get until he lifted him out of the water and sat him on the edge of the tub, swallowing his cock in one swift move that made Garrett shout in surprise. The shout transformed into a moan as Rafe bobbed over him. No patience, no control, no building of anticipation. Rafe worked him over quickly, his jaw aching until Garrett exploded in his mouth.

Garrett returned the favor by pushing Rafe over the edge of the tub, fucking him with his tongue and stroking the wet cock between his legs until he came all over the porcelain.

Rafe slid back into the tub and smiled at Garrett. He was in heaven, or possibly dreaming. How else could he explain all his fantasies coming true?

Please, let this be real.

Garrett leaned forward to kiss Rafe, but a blaring cellphone destroyed the ambiance. At least that proved the reality of the situation, since none of Rafe’s fantasies involved being interrupted. Rafe stretched to grab his phone where it sat on top of a stack of towels by the tub.

It was the secure line his brother set up.

When Rafe answered, he put it on speaker. There wouldn’t be any more secrets between him and Garrett.

“Package is on the move,” McHugh’s voice said over the phone.

“We’ll head back. Thanks for the update.”

“Don’t forget to tell him about the barbecue chips,” Felicity’s voice shouted in the background.

“And some Ben & Jerry’s,” Danvers added.

Rafe sighed.

“Brookie got into Felicity’s stash of barbecue chips and now he has no snacks to pair with his hacking,” McHugh said.

“Felicity?” Garrett asked.

“Carson’s code name,” Rafe said.

Garrett furrowed his brow. “Why?”