Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
His everything.
When Matty stilled, a guttural yell leaving his beautiful lips, Wells smiled as he watched him, the lights making him seem almost unreal. The shadows they cast on his body were insane, and when Matty fell on him and their lips found each other, Wells rolled him over so that he was on top, cupping Matty’s face as they kissed. Parting only slightly, Wells moved his thumbs along Matty’s jaw, his lips playing with his boyfriend’s as their gazes stayed locked.
When they both smiled, Wells’s heart exploded in his chest. He swore it did. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Matty nodded slowly. “I know. It just sucks.”
“It does, but it happens, you know?”
“Laurence was always a loose cannon,” he joked, and Wells smiled.
“I thought that was Seth?”
“Him too,” he said, and Wells laughed, pressing his forehead to Matty’s. “I just kinda feel like I’m at rock bottom right now, and I’m having to climb out. Then I’ll probably be knocked back down when I come out to my mom and dad. If Laurence was bad, my dad will be ten times worse.”
Wells held Matty’s gaze and, with a shrug, whispered, “But at least you’re on the right side of rock bottom with me, so I can always be there to help you up.”
Matty smiled. “This is true.”
“So keep your head up, okay?”
“Okay,” he answered, pressing his lips to Wells’s. Without moving, Wells stared into Matty’s eyes. “I have a question.”
Wells smiled, moving his fingers along Matty’s jaw, through the stubble on his chin. “What’s that?”
“I know your last wedding didn’t go so hot, but would you consider doing it again?”
Wells’s heart caught, stalling in his chest. “I mean…maybe? I don’t know. Though, I doubt the next one will be as eventful as the last one.”
Matty chuckled. “Yeah, no other man will ever keep you from me. They try, I’ll kill them.”
Wells’s face lit up as he held Matty’s jaw. “You asking?”
“Nope,” he said, his eyes dancing with love and all things sweet and gooey. Wells hadn’t seen that look in Matty’s eyes before, and it made him feel all sorts of things. Good things. Great, even. “Just wondering.”
“Ah. Well, the answer is yes, I do want to get married, if you do.”
Wells shot Matty a grin, but when he went to pull back, Matty caught the back of his head, his lips lingering against his as he whispered, “I love you, Wells.”
His heart was so full he almost couldn’t handle it.
“I love you too.”
Twenty-Three
Matty felt someone staring at him.
Since Wells had been the only one in his bed for the last three days, he was sure it was his boyfriend, so he just ignored it, trying to fall back into a deep slumber. He was tired; they had stayed out all night, hanging out and having dinner with Seth since he’d insisted on meeting Wells. It was great, and they got along perfectly. Wells was charming and sweet and everything that Matty loved about him, while Seth was open-minded and kind to Wells. It was great, though it hurt Matty that Laurence wasn’t even speaking to him. There was nothing to do about it, though, and if he started thinking about it now, he’d never fall fully back to sleep.
But when he tried to do just that, he was jerked awake when he heard, “Matthew Robert Haverbrooke.”
The voice was low, deep, and full of such fury that it didn’t take Matty long to know who was standing at the side of his bed. Blinking a few times, he widened his eyes as he met a pair of eyes that matched his own.
His father’s.
“Dad.”
Wells moved beside him. “I mean, I’m down for Daddy play, but I’m dead tired. Go back to sleep, we can try that later.”
Fuck. His dad’s eyes widened, his face turning such a dark red as he puffed up like a balloon that was about to pop. “So, it’s true?”
Matty scrambled, pulling the blanket up his body as he smacked Wells’s back. “Dude, get up.”
“I don’t want to,” Wells moaned, rolling over and trying to get ahold of Matty, but Matty was getting out of the bed, searching for clothes. “What the— Oh, fuck.”
Scrambling alongside Matty, Wells was up, reaching for clothes as Benedict Haverbrooke sputtered with anger. “You have got to be fucking kidding me! Matthew, this is not okay!”
“Dad, please,” Matty protested, his body shaking with fear as he threw on a shirt. “How did you even get in here?”
“The door was unlocked,” he yelled as Wells just stared in horror. Had they been that drunk and horny last night?
Wells looked back to Matty and shrugged. “Probably should have locked the bedroom door.”
Matty glared as he turned back to his dad. “Dad, get out.”
“No. You’re going to explain to me what the fuck is wrong with you! This isn’t how I raised you.”