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BELLANN SUMMER
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Sometimes there are moments in life where you are just happy to be.
Bret James was
having one of those as he savored the strong hand guiding him into the log
house that had been his home for many years. He didn’t think there would come a
day when he would tire of his bear of a man taking charge. Every now and then
it was fun challenging those controlling ways, just to reap the benefits of
Cade asserting his dominance. Warm tingles ran up the back of Bret’s neck at one
memory of Cade’s unrelenting mouth on his dick until Bret was pleading to come.
“That was one of
the most beautiful weddings I’ve ever seen, bear.” Bret glanced back at Cade as
they walked through the kitchen. “You were so handsome up there on the stage as
Jack’s best man. For a while, I didn’t think they were going to pull off the
whole Hayward family getting married all at once, but it was magnificent.”
“Yes, it was.”
Cade’s muscled arm came around Bret’s shoulders before lips brushed against his
temple. “Would you like to go for a swim, baby?”
“That would be
fun.” While Bret was envisioning warm water and being wrapped in Cade’s arms,
another need intruded. “The house sure is quiet. Do you think we should call my
mom and see how they are doing?”
Bret was pulled
closer to Cade’s hard body. Not in a million years would he get sick of
plastering himself against all those hard muscles.
“You know
they’re having a ball with Grandma and Grandpa.” Cade reminded him. “We’ll go
over and get them tomorrow right after breakfast.”
“I know you’re
right. I just worry.” Bret looked up into Cade’s deep blue eyes. “They’ve been
through so much.”
Of the four
foster children he and Cade had taken in, they had adopted them all except for
the tiny baby girl that had arrived a couple of months ago. Her drug addicted
mother couldn’t find the strength to fight the chemicals she had become
depended on and yet wasn’t ready to let Bret and Cade adopt her baby. During
her last visit, Bret was horrified at how the drugs were winning their attack
of destruction on the woman.
At times, no
words were needed between Bret and his Cade. Together they cared for each child
with healing love and a united front in battling each hurdle life had dealt
their new family members. Now as Bret became lost in his lover’s blue eyes, he
realized this magical evening that started with the joining of five couples
would end in strengthening the already unbreakable bond they shared.
Bret tilted his
face up needing Cade’s kiss. The arm around his shoulders tightened bringing
him snug into the haven of Cade’s arms. In all their years together, Bret never
stopped craving Cade’s taste.
Tongues tangled
as the kiss deepened. Bret’s suit coat, as well as his dress shirt soon, fell
to the floor under Cade’s questing fingers. The kiss broke with a wet pop, and
his T-shirt was pulled over his head.
Bret managed to
undo Cade’s red bowtie and half of the buttons of his snow-white shirt before
Cade’s demanding kiss sucked Bret down into the abyss of desire.
By the time the
kiss ended Bret’s pants were at his ankles.
“Go get the
lube, baby, and I’ll grab some towels.” Cade’s fingers brushed the side of
Bret’s cheek.
Bret kicked off
his shoes and stepped out of his pants before heading for the small half bath.
Their days of having lube stashed all over the house were over when the
children arrived. After the second time, they found a smiling toddler carrying
a tube of slick she had discovered under the couch cushion, adjustments into
responsible parenting had to be made.
Standing on his
tip-toes, Bret stretched as tall as he could get and reached for the lube on
the top shelf of the towel cabinet. As his fingers closed around the smooth
plastic bottle, they brushed against something that rocked back and forth. Smiling,
Bret had an idea.
Minutes later, clad
only in his red underwear, Bret made his way through the darkened house to the
addition they had added a few years ago. Many discussions had occurred
concerning maintenance, safety, and the amount of use the pool would get,
before, in the end, they went for it. The pool turned out to be invaluable in
aiding Cade’s rehabilitation on his injured leg. Yes, he still used a cane, but
he didn’t need a knee brace, and the leg was getting stronger all the time, even
if Cade had twisted it the other day slipping on some ice outside. Bret had
worried Cade might have damaged it, but, even though it was sore, it seemed
okay as long as the big man took it easy.
Bret opened the
door and let the moist, humid air wash over him. Stepping into the room, he looked
across the pool and froze.
Cade had taken off
his shoes and finished unbuttoning his dress shirt, but still wore the rest of
his tuxedo. Naturally tanned skin peeked out from the open folds of the shirt,
and invited one to slide their hand inside and explore. Beside Cade was an ice
bucket holding a bottle of champagne.
The second
Bret’s gaze met Cade’s he knew something big was about to happen. Bret frowned
not understanding. They already had everything. The business had grown by leaps
and bounds, they lived in a lovely log home, and they were building a wonderful
family. Most of all, they had each other.
Bret reached the
edge of the pool and went to go around, but paused when Cade smiled. That
smile, along with the sparkle of mischief sent tingles of anticipation racing
over Bret’s skin. Holding Bret’s gaze, Cade stepped forward into the water, tux
and all.
To say Bret was
shocked would be an understatement. What the heck was his bear doing? It turned
out the water only came up to Cade’s waist on that side of the pool. A chuckle
escaped. What a silly man. Now he was going to have to replace that rented tux.
*
* * *
The small burst
of laughter from Bret eased some of the nerves clambering through Cade Miller.
He had wanted to ask this important question for a while now. Shit, after all
this time, there shouldn’t be any doubt of what his pup’s answer would be.
The spur of the
moment jump into the pool should help. A happy Bret made it easier to get him
to see things Cade’s way.
Taking a deep
breath, Cade reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small
square black box. With his thumb, he flipped the top open and turned it around
toward Bret. Nestled in the pillow of white was a thin gold band that belonged next
to the commitment ring Bret was already wearing.
“Bret James, it’s
time you married me.” Okay, maybe he should have asked, but there was no way he
was letting his pup wiggle out of this.
Time stood still.
Bret’s velvety brown-eyed gaze rose from the ring in Cade’s grasp to his face. Cade
hoped like hell Bret could see the deep love and adoration he felt for him.
Bret was his everything, and nothing was stopping Cade from taking advantage of
the legal system’s approval of marriage between two men, to tie Bret to him a
little tighter.
From the first
moment they had met, Cade had sensed Bret’s every want, hope, and dream. Cade
made it his mission to fulfill all of Bret’s desires. He had seen the look of
longing on Bret’s handsome face during the crazy uproar of planning the wedding
they just attended. Bret would have his own wedding, and that was that.
Cade watched as Bret’s
mind caught up with his words. Tipping his head to the side, Bret put his hands
on his underwear-clad hips. The man was so cute.
“Oh?” Bret’s jaw
stuck out in a burst of defiance. “I think you’re supposed to ask me, not
demand.”
Cade didn’t say anything,
he didn’t have to. Instead, he raised his arm, turned his hand over, palm up,
and waited.
Bret’s shoulders
slumped. Yeah, the small man would never get away with making demands. Cade ran
the show, and that was the way they both preferred it. As with every time since the moment they met,
an unbreakable string pulled his lover to Cade. Leaping into the air, Bret
landed in the pool with a giant splash, sending water flying in all directions.
Swimming over to Cade, Bret stopped a few feet away and stood.
Serious brown
eyes gazed at Cade. “I love you, Cade Miller.”
Love, devotion, possession
and passion welled up inside Cade making it hard for him to breathe. Clearing
his throat, Cade pulled the ring out and threw the box over his shoulder. “Hold
out your hand, love.”
A smile graced
Bret’s sweet lips as the thin ring slipped onto his finger. “Are we going to
have a big wedding, bear?”
Cade shrugged
one shoulder. “Maybe a barbecue.”
Laughter echoed throughout
the room just before Bret launched himself at Cade. Sweeping the small man into
his arms, Cade covered Bret’s lips and took the kiss he needed as much as his
next breath.
Soon Cade wanted
more and pushed the scrap of underwear down over Bret’s firm ass. Palming those
gorgeous cheeks, Cade let his fingertips dip in between Bret’s crack seeking the
beautiful rosette that always gave Cade hours of pleasure. Hard plastic interrupted
Cade’s exploration.
Cade broke the
kiss and stared down at Bret. “Have you been making plans, pup?”
Bret locked his
legs tighter around Cade’s ass, opening himself up wider. “Surprise.”
Cade pulled the
butt plug out halfway before pushing it back in with a twist. He loved how
Bret’s eyelids drooped with desire. He took a few minutes to fuck Bret with the
toy before pulling it out and letting it drop into the water. Bret’s groan was
music to his ears.
Lifting Bret
away, Cade turned him around and laid him face down on the apron of the pool. With
great pleasure he covered Bret’s smaller body with his own. In one push Cade
was balls deep inside his man.
Bret’s breaths
came out in pants. “Fuck Cade, you’re big.”
Bringing his
lips next to Bret’s ear, he said in a low voice, “You didn’t tell me you would
marry me.”
Bret turned his
head and looked Cade in the eye. “You didn’t tell me you loved me.”
Cade blinked
stunned by Bret’s response. “Of course, I love you.”
The keeper of
Cade’s heart and soul smiled. “And of course, I’ll marry you.”
They spent the
rest of the night whispering words of love mixed with groans of passion.
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