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Below you’ll find an exclusive bonus scene featuring Graham and Cole after the events of the book.
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Honeymoon: First Night as Husbands
GRAHAM’S POV
The wedding reception had ended around midnight, guests filtering out with hugs and well-wishes, leaving Graham and Cole alone in their loft for the first time as husbands.
Husbands.
The word made Graham’s chest tight with emotion every time he thought it.
“You’re thinking too loud,” Cole said, coming up behind him at the window where Graham stood looking out at Asheville’s nighttime skyline. Cole’s arms wrapped around his waist, chin settling on Graham’s shoulder. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
“Just processing. We’re married. Actually married.” Graham turned in Cole’s arms, their wedding rings catching the light. “You’re my husband.”
“I am.” Cole’s hands slid down to Graham’s hips, pulling him closer. “And you’re mine. Finally, officially, irrevocably mine.”
The possessiveness in Cole’s voice made heat pool low in Graham’s belly. “So what does my husband want to do on our wedding night?”
Cole’s eyes darkened. “What I want is to take you apart. Slowly. Thoroughly. Want to worship every inch of you. Want to make you come so many times you forget your own name.” His hands tightened on Graham’s hips. “Want to mark you as mine in every way possible.”
Graham’s breath hitched. “That’s… detailed.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day. Watching you in that suit, knowing you were about to become my husband, knowing that tonight I get to claim you as my spouse.” Cole’s mouth traced Graham’s jaw, his neck. “Do you know how hard it was not to drag you into the back room and fuck you during the reception?”
“Cole—” Graham gasped as Cole’s teeth found his pulse point.
“But I waited. Because tonight deserves to be special. Tonight deserves to be everything.” Cole pulled back, his eyes intense. “Strip for me. Slowly. I want to watch my husband undress.”
Graham’s hands went to his tie with trembling fingers. He loosened it slowly, pulled it free, let it drop to the floor. Then his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and letting it fall. His shirt buttons took longer—his hands were shaking with anticipation—but Cole didn’t rush him. Just watched with those dark, hungry eyes.
When Graham was down to his boxer briefs, Cole made a small sound of appreciation.
“Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Cole circled him slowly, the same assessing gaze from that first night, but weighted with so much more now. Love. History. Possession. “Do you remember the first time I had you strip for me? You were so scared. So convinced you were something to be ashamed of.”
“I remember.” Graham’s voice was rough.
“Look at you now. Confident. Comfortable in your skin. Knowing exactly how gorgeous you are.” Cole stopped in front of him, hands settling on Graham’s hips. “My husband. Mine to love. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck.”
“Yes.” Graham’s cock was already hard, pressing against his boxer briefs. “Yours. Always yours.”
“Bed. On your back. I want access to all of you.”
Graham climbed onto their bed—the bed they’d shared for over a year, where they’d made love countless times. But tonight felt different. Significant. This was their wedding night. Their first time as husbands.
Cole stripped off his own clothes, revealing all that muscle and ink and barely contained strength. Graham’s mouth watered. After all this time, the sight of Cole naked still made him dizzy with want.
Cole climbed onto the bed, settling between Graham’s legs. But instead of going straight for what Graham expected, he started at Graham’s feet.
“What are you—” Graham started.
“Worshipping my husband,” Cole interrupted. “Every inch. Starting here.”
His hands wrapped around Graham’s ankle, lifting it. Then his mouth was there, pressing kisses to Graham’s ankle bone, his arch, working his way up his calf with lips and teeth and tongue.
“Cole, this is—you don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Cole’s mouth moved to Graham’s knee, the sensitive skin behind it. “Want to kiss every part of you. Want to make sure you feel how much I love you. All of you.”
He worked his way up Graham’s thigh, biting and sucking, leaving marks that would fade by morning but that Graham would feel every time he moved tomorrow. When he reached the crease where thigh met groin, Graham’s hips lifted involuntarily.
“Please—”
“Not yet.” Cole switched to the other leg, starting at the ankle again, working his way up with the same maddening patience.
By the time he reached Graham’s other thigh, Graham was panting, his cock leaking steadily against his stomach, desperate for touch.
Cole finally, finally removed Graham’s boxer briefs, pulling them down and tossing them aside. Graham’s cock sprang free, hard and flushed dark with arousal.
“Perfect,” Cole murmured. “My husband’s perfect cock. Made for my mouth. Made for me.”
He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking once from root to tip. Graham’s back arched, a broken sound escaping his throat.
“So responsive. I love that about you. Love how you react to my touch.” Cole’s thumb swiped across the head, gathering precome. He brought it to his mouth, licking it clean while maintaining eye contact with Graham. “Sweet. You always taste so good.”
Then his mouth was on Graham’s cock, swallowing him down in one smooth motion.
Graham shouted, his hands flying to Cole’s hair, not pulling, just holding on. The heat and suction and the sight of Cole’s lips stretched around him was overwhelming.
Cole pulled off with a wet pop. “You can pull. I like it when you pull.”
Graham’s fingers tightened in Cole’s hair, and Cole groaned around Graham’s cock as he swallowed him down again. The vibration made Graham’s thighs shake.
Cole worked him with expert precision—deep throat, then just the head, alternating pressure and suction in ways that had Graham gasping and begging incoherently. When Graham was right on the edge, Cole pulled off completely.
“Not yet. You don’t come until I say.” Cole’s voice was rough, commanding. “Tonight I’m going to edge you until you’re sobbing. Going to make you desperate. Going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”
“Cole, please—”
“Please what?” Cole’s hand wrapped around Graham’s cock, stroking slowly.
“I need—I need you inside me. Need to feel you claim me.”
“Oh, I’m going to claim you, husband. But first—” Cole reached for the lube on the nightstand. “First I’m going to open you up. Get you ready for my cock. Get you so desperate you’d do anything for it.”
He slicked three fingers and pressed them all inside at once.
Graham’s back arched, the stretch intense but not painful. His body had learned to take Cole, had been trained over eighteen months to accommodate him.
“So loose for me already,” Cole praised, his fingers moving in and out. “Such a good husband, staying ready for me.”
“Always ready for you,” Graham gasped. “Always want you.”
Cole’s fingers curved, found Graham’s prostate, and rubbed it with focused attention. Graham’s cock jumped, leaking more precome.
“That’s it. Feel that? That’s the spot I’m going to hit over and over when I fuck you. Going to make you come on my cock while I’m buried inside you.”
He worked Graham thoroughly, four fingers now, stretching him wider than usual. Graham was trembling, overwhelmed by sensation, his cock so hard it was almost painful.
“Please,” Graham begged. “Please, Cole, I need you. Need your cock. Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Cole withdrew his fingers and Graham whimpered at the loss. But then Cole was positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Graham’s entrance. “Look at me. I want to see your face when I enter you as your husband for the first time.”
Graham’s eyes locked with Cole’s.
Cole pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and the stretch was exquisite. Even after all the preparation, Cole was big, and Graham felt every bit of it. His body opened, accepted, welcomed Cole home.
When Cole was fully seated, they both stilled. The intimacy of the moment—married, connected, one body—made Graham’s eyes burn with tears.
“I love you,” Graham whispered. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Cole’s hand cupped Graham’s face, his thumb brushing away a tear. “My husband. My beautiful, perfect husband.”
He started to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips that had Graham gasping. Not hard or fast. Deliberate. Every thrust a claim. Every withdrawal a promise to return.
“You feel so good,” Cole groaned. “So tight and hot around me. Like you were made for my cock.”
“I was,” Graham panted. “Made for you. Only you.”
Cole’s pace increased gradually, each thrust hitting Graham’s prostate dead-on. Graham’s cock was leaking steadily now, trapped between their bodies, getting friction with every movement.
“Touch yourself,” Cole ordered. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Graham wrapped his hand around himself, stroking in time with Cole’s thrusts. The dual sensation—fullness and friction—pushed him rapidly toward the edge.
“I’m close,” Graham gasped. “Cole, I’m—”
“Hold it. Not yet. Want us to come together. Want to fill you up while you’re coming.” Cole’s thrusts grew harder, faster. His control was slipping, his rhythm breaking. “Fuck, Gray, you feel so good. My husband. Mine.”
“Yours,” Graham sobbed. “All yours. Forever yours.”
“Come for me,” Cole commanded. “Come for your husband. Now.”
Graham’s orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His back arched, his ass clenched down on Cole’s cock, and he came hard, spilling over his fist and their stomachs in long pulses.
Cole followed seconds later with a shout, burying himself deep and coming, filling Graham with heat. His body shuddered, his arms shaking with the effort of holding himself up.
They collapsed together, both breathing hard, sticky with sweat and come. Cole carefully withdrew and grabbed tissues to clean them up, his touch gentle and reverent.
Then he gathered Graham into his arms, arranging them so Graham’s head rested on his chest.
“That was—” Graham couldn’t find words.
“Yeah.” Cole’s hand stroked through Graham’s hair. “That was us as husbands. First time of many.”
“Many more,” Graham agreed. He twisted to look up at Cole. “I can’t believe we’re married. That I get to keep you.”
“You were always keeping me. The paperwork just made it official.” Cole’s arms tightened. “But Gray? I like the paperwork. I like being able to call you my husband. I like that everyone knows you’re mine.”
“I like it too.” Graham yawned, suddenly exhausted. “Best decision I ever made.”
“Marrying me?”
“Walking into your bar that first night. Everything good in my life came from that choice.”
Cole was quiet for a moment. “Everything good in my life came from you walking through that door. You saved me, Gray. Just like I saved you.”
“We saved each other,” Graham corrected, already drifting. “Partners.”
“Partners,” Cole echoed. “Now sleep, husband. We have a whole lifetime of wedding nights ahead of us.”
But just as Graham was drifting off, Cole’s hand slid down his back, cupping his ass possessively.
“Although,” Cole said, his voice taking on that dark, promising tone, “I’m not done with you yet. I said I was going to make you come multiple times tonight.”
Graham’s eyes snapped open. “Cole—”
“Give me twenty minutes to recover. Then round two. And this time—” Cole’s finger traced Graham’s crease, pressing against his hole that was still slick with lube and come “—this time I’m going to take you from behind. Pin you down and fuck you until you’re screaming.”
Heat flared through Graham’s exhaustion. “That’s not fair. I’m exhausted.”
“You’re also already getting hard again.” Cole’s hand wrapped around Graham’s cock, which was indeed stirring with interest. “Your body knows what it wants.”
“Evil,” Graham accused, but he was already shifting, already wanting.
“You love it.” Cole rolled them so Graham was on his stomach, then pressed his body along Graham’s back, pinning him to the mattress. His cock, already hardening again, pressed against Graham’s ass. “And you’re going to love this even more.”
He was right. Graham did love it.
Round two was harder, faster, more primal. Cole held Graham’s wrists above his head with one hand, pinning him completely while he fucked into him with deep, powerful thrusts. Graham could do nothing but take it, feel it, surrender completely.
When he came the second time, face-down in their bed, Cole’s cock buried deep inside him, Graham’s voice was hoarse from screaming. And when Cole came, he bit down on Graham’s shoulder, marking him, claiming him, making sure everyone would know Graham belonged to someone.
After, they lay tangled together, both thoroughly spent, Graham’s body aching in the best possible way.
“Okay, now I’m really done,” Cole mumbled, already half-asleep.
“Good. Because I don’t think I can move.” Graham’s entire body felt like liquid. “You destroyed me.”
“In the best way.” Cole’s arms tightened around him. “Sleep. We’ll shower in the morning. Right now I just want to hold my husband.”
“Your very satisfied husband,” Graham corrected.
“My very satisfied, thoroughly fucked, properly claimed husband,” Cole amended.
Graham fell asleep with a smile on his face, his body aching, his heart full, his ring finger heavy with the weight of his wedding band.
This was what happily ever after looked like. Not perfect. Not always easy. But always, always worth it.
He’d found his home. His person. His forever.
And he was never letting go.
TWO HOURS LATER
Graham woke to Cole’s mouth on his cock.
“Cole, what—” He gasped as Cole’s tongue swirled around the head. “I thought you were done?”
Cole pulled off just long enough to say, “Changed my mind. It’s our wedding night. We should make it memorable.” Then he swallowed Graham down to the root.
Graham’s hands fisted in the sheets, his hips lifting involuntarily. His body was oversensitive from the previous two orgasms, every touch almost too much.
Cole worked him slowly, thoroughly, using every trick he’d learned over the past eighteen months. When Graham was right on the edge, trembling and begging, Cole pulled off.
“Turn over. Hands and knees.”
Graham’s arms were shaking as he positioned himself, his body protesting the movement. He was exhausted, oversensitive, his ass tender from being fucked twice already.
But when Cole’s tongue pressed against his hole, all protest died.
“Oh god,” Graham gasped.
Cole ate him out leisurely, like they had all the time in the world. His tongue pushed inside, licking around the rim, tasting his own come from earlier. The obscenity of it made Graham’s softening cock start to harden again.
“So pretty like this,” Cole murmured against him. “My husband, spread open for me. Letting me taste you. Letting me claim you.”
He pushed two fingers inside alongside his tongue, and Graham’s arms gave out. He fell face-first into the pillows, ass still in the air, completely at Cole’s mercy.
“That’s it. Just take it. Let me make you feel good.”
Cole’s fingers found his prostate, rubbing it in steady circles while his tongue continued its assault. Graham was hard again now, his cock leaking onto the sheets, his body wound tight with arousal despite the exhaustion.
“I can’t,” Graham sobbed. “Cole, I can’t come again. It’s too much.”
“You can. For me. One more time.” Cole’s fingers pressed harder. “Come for your husband, Gray. Show me how good I make you feel.”
The third orgasm hit Graham like a freight train, more intense than the first two despite the exhaustion. His body seized, his cock pulsing, and he came mostly dry—just a few drops, his body completely spent.
He collapsed onto the bed, boneless and wrecked, barely conscious.
Cole cleaned him up gently with a warm cloth, then gathered him close, pulling the blankets over both of them.
“Perfect,” Cole murmured into his hair. “You’re so fucking perfect. My husband. Mine.”
“Yours,” Graham mumbled, already sliding back into sleep. “Always yours.”
“Always,” Cole agreed.
This time when Graham slept, he slept deeply, dreamlessly, completely satisfied. And when he woke the next morning—late morning, the sun high in the sky—he woke to coffee and breakfast and Cole looking at him like he hung the moon.
“Morning, husband,” Cole said, settling the breakfast tray on the bed.
“Morning.” Graham’s voice was hoarse, his body aching everywhere. “You destroyed me last night.”
“I made love to my husband on our wedding night. Multiple times.” Cole grinned, completely unrepentant. “As is my husbandly duty.”
“Three times is excessive.”
“Three times is a good start.” Cole leaned in for a kiss. “We have the rest of our lives to top that record.”
Graham groaned, but he was smiling. Because this was his life now. Morning coffee and breakfast in bed with his husband. A man who loved him enough to marry him, to claim him, to worship his body like it was something precious.
“I love you,” Graham said, taking the coffee Cole offered.
“I love you too.” Cole settled beside him, their shoulders touching. “Forever.”
“Forever,” Graham echoed.
And as they sat together in their bed, eating breakfast and planning their future, Graham thought about how far he’d come. From that first night—drunk, broken, convinced he was unlovable—to this. Married. Cherished. Home.
It had been worth it. Every lesson. Every struggle. Every moment of fear and doubt and fighting to keep what they’d built.
All of it had been worth it for this. For forever with Cole.
For home.
THE END
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