Free Their Reason by Jessie G Page A

threw the luggage inside, and turned to sweep Red off his feet. “I never carried you over the threshold.”
    The lustful haze receded from those whiskey eyes and Red looked up at him in wonder. Both looks made him feel like the best man in the world, which was exactly the man he wanted to be for his husband. “Jon.”
    That emotional whisper was the final straw. Two strides carried them into the room and he didn’t stop until he had Red standing at the foot of the bed. Under a gaze that grew more and more adoring, he slowly stripped Red’s clothes away, then stepped back to admire the man he would spend the rest of his life with. Maybe it was a sappy Hallmark thought, but Bull was sure Red was more gorgeous today than he was a year ago. “You take my breath away, Ian.”
    “My turn.” Red’s sexy grin made his balls draw up painfully, but Bull forced himself to stand still. When his shirt hit the growing pile on the floor, those hands were back, mapping over muscle and tracing his artwork. It was sweetly reminiscent of the first time Red undressed him and it was all he could do not to throw his lover down on the bed. He toed off his sneakers as Red knelt to pull down his jeans and briefs, before taking his cock in hand. Those eyes lifted, snaring his, as Red licked up the length of his cock and lapped at his slit.
    “I won’t last if you do that.” Bull grabbed him up and they fell on the bed together in a tangle of limbs. Red was everywhere, body writhing, hands stroking, even his legs and feet were moving over him. Bull rolled, pinning him to the bed, and dragged his hands over his head. “I wanted to do this slow…”
    “We can do it slow the second time.” Red lifted his hips and rubbed their cocks together. “Or the third.” He lifted his head, taking the kiss Bull was denying him until they were both breathless. “Or the fourth.”
    As usual, his boy was smarter than he was. They had a whole week to enjoy each other, a whole lifetime, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t spent the long weekend consummating their marriage over and over again. “Don’t move.”
    “Where’re you going?” Red raised himself up on his elbows and glared.
    “The lube’s still in the luggage.” Bull just laughed when Red flopped back on the bed with a frustrated huff. He almost tripped over their clothes as he went into the other room in search of their bag, and when he straightened, he was blown away by another view. “Holy shit.”
    “What’s wrong?” Red was behind him in an instant. “Jon…oh.”
    Oh was right. The penthouse suite boasted an enormous living / dining room that opened out onto a glass enclosed balcony. The view overlooking the River Shannon and King John’s Castle was incredible and he couldn’t believe they missed it when they entered the room. Okay, that was a lie. They’d only had eyes for each other and, if they hadn’t needed the lube, it could have been hours before they came up for air long enough to see it.
    Red drifted toward the floor to ceiling windows and Bull amended his opinion of the view. With Red at the forefront and that scene as his backdrop, it was almost ethereal. It was an image that would be burned in his memory forever, and for half a second he considered digging the camera out of the bag to capture the moment. “I wish you could see yourself right now.”
    Red glanced over, his soft smile a little self-deprecating. “I can’t compete with this view.”
    “You have that backwards.” Bull didn’t expect Red to agree. He knew better than that. Instead he found the luggage, dug out the lube, and joined him at the window.
    Red leaned back in his arms and sighed contentedly. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”
    “That makes two of us,” Bull agreed, though he knew they weren’t talking about the same thing. He took Red’s hands and placed them on the glass, then tugged his hips back and nudged his legs apart.  When a shudder of awareness