Bellamy got him out of the pool and dried him off swiftly. “I have a surprise for you.” Before Seamus could ask what it was, he was being dragged down the hallway.
Another surprise? Bellamy couldn’t stop showering him with gifts and elaborate gestures since he’d accepted his proposal. He’d brought Gillian and Connor—now engaged to each other—over for the wedding. He’d bought the old house, done some repair work and added a bathroom before letting the newly arrived Irish cousins move themselves in.
They were going to be a handful.
He’d taken Seamus on weekend trips to New York to meet his friends and employees, though they’d spent most of their time in the bedroom of his penthouse apartment. Not that Seamus was complaining.
Every time he tried to protest, Bellamy swore it was Seamus who had given him the real gifts. A family. A home that was filled with chaos, laughter, music and love. His love.
The only things that mattered.
Bellamy was still an arrogant bad boy, but he was also a sappy son of a bitch. Seamus couldn’t get enough of him.
“Stop, Bell.”
Bellamy scowled over his shoulder. “Can’t stop. I told you, I have a surprise. We need to get dressed.”
“That is not what I was expecting you to say.” Seamus crowded Bellamy against the hallway wall, dropped their towels and wrapped one leg around his hip.
Bellamy groaned. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Too late,” Seamus whispered before taking his earlobe between his teeth. “I want you right now, Bell. Right here.”
“Bathroom,” Bellamy snarled.
The guest bathroom was only a few steps away and he knew why Bellamy wanted to get there. “I love it when you compromise.”
Bellamy shoved him roughly into the bathroom, closing the door and yanking open the cabinets to find the small bottle he kept there for this exact situation.
“Hands on the sink, gorgeous.”
Seamus shivered and obeyed, loving the chemistry between them. Knowing it wasn’t going anywhere. That Bellamy wasn’t going anywhere. Not without him.
“Look, Seamus.”
He looked up at Bellamy’s reflection over his shoulder. His dark skin was flushed and his features were sharp and tight with need. His eyes were like green fire and they burned wherever they touched him. “Please, Bell. This is what I want to be doing all year.”
He felt the cool liquid between his cheeks and two blunt fingers pressing impatiently inside. Stroking as Bellamy bit down on his shoulder. “All year isn’t enough.”
When his lover’s thick cock stretched him, his moan echoed loudly in the tiled room. “Yes. God, yes.”
Bellamy cupped his forehead and pulled his head back against his shoulder. He wrapped another arm around his middle to hold him while he thrust deep. Fuck, so deep. Seamus could see them together in the mirror. See Bellamy sucking the skin of his neck. See the mirror and cabinets shake when he started losing control and taking him harder.
Harder, Bell. Don’t stop.
“Is this what you needed?” he growled. “You wanted to make sure my cock would be buried in this ass all year?”
“Yes. Fuck, Bell, faster.”
“Every day,” he groaned, hips like pistons pounding against him. “Every night, every year until I die.”
Seamus dropped his hand to his own erection, his fist pumping in time to each powerful thrust. “Love you so much. So good, Bell. God, I’m close.”
“Yes,” he moaned, his cock expanding inside him before Seamus felt the warm flood of his release. He came with him, chanting Bellamy’s name as his body shook with the force of his climax.
This was where he’d spend the rest of his life.
He hoped it was long enough.
They leaned against the door, kissing and mumbling incoherently to each other as they recovered. Seamus smiled at the way Bellamy wrapped himself around him, rubbing his face against his neck as if marking him. As if no one else existed in the world.
The banging on the door made Seamus jerk and shout in Bellamy’s arms.
“Seamus? Sorry, I was sure we were making enough noise for the neighbors to hear us.” The voice paused. “Say something, son, or your mother will think I’ve given you a heart attack.”
“Dad?”
“Oh good.” His father sounded relieved. “I was looking for your husband. The caterer arrived and she wanted to talk to him about setting up. Everyone’s here so…”
Seamus leaned back and stared at Bellamy. “Should I ask what my surprise is now?”
Bellamy’s shoulders were shaking in silent laughter. “I must have lost track of the time.”
Seamus closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the door. “Dad? We need someone to go up to our bedroom and get us something to wear. We were… Taking a shower.”
Shawn Finn was silent for a long, awkward moment. Then Seamus heard it. The chuckle on the other side of the door that turned into a guffaw so loud and uncontained, Seamus couldn’t help but smile.
“Will do, Seamus. Hold tight.” He must have started walking away because his voice was fainter when Seamus heard him say. “Honey, you have to hear this.”