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"This year has been filled with ups and downs for all of
us. Gresh surviving that crash has made me the happiest of you all. That I get
to spend more time with the love of my life is amazing. Being with Gresh is the
best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Hear, hear." The cowboys said in unison and raised
their glasses to drink.

Lane took a sip and cleared his throat. Jamie's palms were
sweating and his head spun. Lane knew and Gresh did too, but no one else really
knew what he was planning tonight. They might have guessed. Michael had caught
him at the church talking to the pastor, but Kip had no clue. He could see it
in Kip's eyes and in the slump of his shoulders. He hoped that his man could
forgive him the subterfuge.

"Jamie wants to say something." Lane tilted his
head to Jamie and sat down.

All eyes turned to Jamie and he didn't know why he'd thought
this would be a good idea. Maybe it was because the men were his family and
he'd been so close to them. After the crash and the abduction, they'd opened up
to each other. No longer were they just working partners, they were friends,
brothers really. Jamie swallowed over his fear and stood on shaky legs, his
hands too damp to hold a glass.

"Well, when I came up with this idea I really didn't
think it would be this difficult. I love you guys. You're like family to me.
We've had a tough year. I want you all to have something to celebrate." He
glanced down at Kip, wondering if he should have said something before the
dinner. "At least I hope we have something to celebrate."

Kip's eyebrows rose and Jamie pushed back his chair and
dropped to one knee. All of the cowboys adjusted in their seats and a few gasps
went up around the room. Silence settled over them and sweat rolled down
Jamie's forehead. He'd never been this nervous in his life. Even asking Pastor Roberts
to preside over the ceremony hadn't been this hard.

"Kip, I know we haven't known each other for long, but
you are so important to me. Maybe I should have asked you this in private, but
these men are like brothers to me. They are family and this is a family thing
for me. I want you in my life forever. The only way I know to make sure you
understand how serious I am about you is to ask you to marry me. Will you be my
husband? Will you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?"

Kip closed his eyes. A single tear beaded in the corner of
his eye then raced down his cheek. Jamie waited, his heart thudding and his
stomach turning. Heat washed over him and his stomach dropped. His worst fears
were coming to roost and now he'd have to deal with the aftermath of Kip's
rejection.

The room was still silent and Kip's sob echoed around the
room. He opened his eyes and the intensity burned through Jamie. Kip stood and
Jamie thought for sure the man was going to run off. Instead, he kicked his
chair out of the way and dropped to his knees in front of Jamie.

"Baby, I love you so much. My life is you. I should be
the one asking you. You honor me by wanting me. God, I love you so much. I want
to be with you forever. Hell, I thought you were going to leave me." Kip
tackled Jamie, gentling him to the ground, lying on top of him as he kissed
Jamie, his tongue demanding entrance.

The whoops and shouts erupted around the room and Kip pulled
back, his face red as he realized just how hot and heavy they were getting.
"I guess we should save this for later," Kip whispered.

"Promise?"

"I promise to be your husband, to be with you forever,
and to love you like crazy."

Jamie's eyes burned and his head swam. They were really going
to do this. Kip helped him up and didn't let go of his hand as he moved their
chairs where they could sit. The guys ribbed them, placing bets on how long
they would stay at the table before going back to their room to have sex. Jamie
ate one-handed as he held on to Kip, amazed that he'd said yes.

They stayed until Cookie cut the cake but took the pieces
back to the bunkhouse. Kip set the plate on the dresser and pinned Jamie
against the wall. "I have a question for you."

"Yeah."

"When you were going into town and acting strange, what
were you doing?"

Jamie huffed out a breath. "I wanted Pastor Roberts to
do the ceremony. I always have. He's been my pastor for years and I couldn’t
stand the thought of him not approving. At first it was just him praying that I
would come to my senses. Then I came back the next day and we talked more. Then
we prayed and talked some more."

"Wow, you did this for me—for us?"

"That's not all. We got into some heavy discussions and
eventually he ended up changing his mind. He said he was praying one night and
God spoke to him. Said it was okay and he should do it."

"We're going to have a church wedding?"

"He won't do it in the church, but he will do it out
here."

Kip brushed his lips over Jamie's forehead. "It's
progress."

"It is. I get to have the wedding I've always
wanted."

Kip pushed away from him and held him at arm's length.
"So you've dreamt about your wedding."

"Hey, it's a thing with me. Yes, I dreamt about my
wedding day."

"Baby, you are so gay."

Heat rushed over Jamie and he knew his face was red. He
shoved at Kip and fear flashed across Kip's face. Jamie dropped to his knees
and started tugging at Kip's jeans. "I am so gay and I want to prove it by
sucking the sweet cream out of your awesome cock."

Kip laughed and pulled off his shirt as Jamie stripped his
pants off. He was gay. He didn't mind the label. It was just a word and
couldn't hurt him. He kissed the tip of Kip's cock and then licked down the
length. Kip groaned and ran his fingers through Jamie's hair. It felt so good
to be on his knees at Kip's feet. He loved sucking this man. He almost laughed
when he thought how hesitant he'd been when he'd first realized he liked this
man enough to be with him. Kip raised his eyebrow and Jamie leaned back,
smiling up at his lover.

"I'm so glad I took a chance and kissed you. You're
everything I ever wanted."

Kip pulled him up and swung him up over his shoulder. Jamie
laughed and slapped Kip's ass. "Hey, you keep doing that and I get to pink
up your ass too."

"Go for it, big guy."

Kip tossed him to the bed and laughed as Jamie tried to
scramble away. Kip caught his leg and pulled him back. "Baby, I'm so going
to fuck that ass of yours so hard you scream my name."

"Promises, promises." Jamie tisked his tongue and
shook his head.

"Strip off those clothes. I want to see what I'm getting
when we marry."

Jamie gasped and bit down on his knuckle. "Well, I've
never. How impetuous of you."

Kip laughed and dived onto Jamie, blowing raspberries on his
neck. It was too much and Jamie screamed and squirmed, trying like hell to get
out from under Kip, but Kip had him pinned and he was at the man's mercy. They
were laughing hysterically until Kip bit down on Jamie's shirt covered nipple
and they both sobered quickly. Jamie arched up into Kip, wanting more than just
a little nip.

"Help me get undressed."

Kip pulled at Jamie's shirt while Jamie worked his pants
open. They bumbled around until Kip forced Jamie's arms up so he could pull off
his shirt. Kip ripped at his jeans, stripping off Jamie's last stitch of
clothing. He lay naked in the center of the bed, his dick beading with precome.

"Jamie, let me have you."

He lifted his legs, giving Kip what he wanted. Kip let out a
wolf whistle and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. They'd dropped the
condoms after both of them had been tested and sworn to be faithful.

Kip stared down at him and shook his head. "You know, I
really thought you were seeing a girl in town, not a preacher."

Jamie sat up, worry filling him. "You really thought I
would cheat on you? Don't you know how much I love you?"

Kip brushed his hand over Jamie's chest. "I'm sorry I
doubted you. Based on my past track record, I'm not great at attracting guys
who actually love me. It's more about doubting myself than you. I know my flaws
and know my failings."

Jamie sat up and pushed Kip to the mattress. He straddled
Kip's stomach, the heat of Kip's rod settling against the top of his crack and
his back. "I will never cheat on you. If I get sick of you and I don't
want to be a part of this relationship any longer, I'll tell you straight up. I
won't lie and I won't cheat."

Kip smiled up at him and Jamie lifted up, grabbing the lube.
He slicked Kip up and then positioned over his dick. He sank down slowly,
groaning as Kip filled him. Kip hissed out a breath, his eyes rolling up in his
head.

"Fuck," Kip choked out. "That's good—so
hot."

Jamie sank down all the way and settled, not moving though he
really wanted the stimulation. Kip groaned and glared at him. Jamie bent low,
trying to kiss Kip. After seeing him struggle, Kip lifted up a little and
brushed his lips over Jamie's.

"I love you," Kip stated after the kiss. "I
really love you." Jamie rocked up then lowered on him. "My husband.
Damn that sounds good."

Jamie lifted and lowered slowly. "Ugh—So good my love,
my husband. I love you." Kip bucked below him, his hips coming up off the
bed.

They set a steady pace as Jamie rode him. They were soon
sweaty and Jamie's hands slipped on Kip as he tried to grab him. "Fuck,
that's good."

Kip lifted up and rolled Jamie over, pinning his hands to the
mattress. "Just you and me, forever." Kip thrust in, taking Jamie's
breath away.

He groaned and tried to speak, but Kip's movements were too
much. Jamie spiraled out of control and came, coating his chest with his semen.
Kip shoved in and held on tight, his dick pulsing deep in Jamie's ass. The heat
from Kip's come coated his insides and he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling
of the powerful man quivering above him.

Chapter Four

Lane rolled off Gresh, swiping at the sweat clinging to his
brow. "Damn baby, that was good."

"Still didn't feel like we could let loose."

"Yeah, but we're going to book that trip for later in
the week."

"Really? You still want to?" Gresh rolled to his
side and tucked his fingers under his chin.

The scars didn't look so bad in the dim light. Lane traced a
finger over a red mark that ran from Gresh's chin down his neck. Gresh winced
and Lane crawled back on top of him, pushing him to the mattress. "You may
not ever believe me, but I still think you're the best looking guy in the
world."

"But I'm—hell, it's ugly."

"No, it's not." Lane dipped low and licked the scar
he'd been touching. "I want to find to a small resort with bungalows and a
private beach. Something small because I want private time with you. Our next
trip I wanna go somewhere big, somewhere I can show you off. Because even with
the scars and the burn marks you are still beautiful. I'm proud to be your husband
and if some people can't see past a few little marks then it's their
loss."

Gresh stared up at him, his dark gaze serious. "I won't
doubt your sincerity. We've been through enough that you've proven you love me
and won't lie about your feelings, but I don't like the scars."

"You may not like them, but they are a part of you. It
shows how much you've been through and how much we've been through. I
understand you not feeling comfortable with them yet and you may never get used
to it, but baby, you are my everything and I think you're beautiful. You don't
see anything wrong with my scars."

"God no!"

"See—I love you. They are a part of you and all that
matters is you."

Gresh closed his eyes and his lips trembled. Lane brushed his
lips over Gresh's mouth then began kissing every scar from the ones on his face
down his body to his feet, paying special attention to the long red line on his
calf muscle. Gresh had grown hard again and Lane wasn't going to leave him
wanting. He kissed his way back up Gresh's body, drawing closer to the prize
with each kiss.

He didn't touch Gresh's dick, instead he kissed around the
area, steering clear of his balls. Gresh growled and placed his hands on Lane's
head, twisting his fingers in Lane's hair and forcing him to move closer to his
cock.

"Suck it," Gresh begged.

Lane chuckled and opened his mouth wide, sliding down Gresh's
long rod. The blow job wasn't going to take long. Gresh was already giving
signals that he was close. Lane loved how he knew his man, could tell his mood
and his excitement level so quickly. He regretted being with Riley, but in a
way he was glad he'd done it. The straying made him appreciate Gresh more.

Seconds before Gresh came two of the other cowboys started
talking out in the hall. Lane slowed his rhythm and Gresh stilled. Fuck, he
hated living in the bunkhouse for this reason. Lane pulled off of Gresh's dick
and stuck two fingers in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. His gaze connected
with Gresh's as he slid the two fingers along Gresh's crack.

"Fuck me," Gresh whispered.

Lane stopped moving. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I want to feel the burn. It's been a long
time."

"I'll be gentle. The noise isn't going to bother
you?"

Gresh smiled up at him, his eyes filled with love. "The
only thing I can hear is you."

Lane grabbed the lube and prepped Gresh. They hadn't done
this since long before the accident. "Tell me if it hurts too much."

Gresh sat up and cupped Lane's face in his hands. The smooth
slide of his lips made Lane's heart stall. "I trust you with everything.
I'll tell you, but I know you'll make this pleasurable for me. You're the best
husband in the world and I know you'll never hurt me."

Lane pushed Gresh down to the mattress and positioned
himself. Gresh lifted his hips and Lane pushed forward, moving his dick so it
teased Gresh's hole. "Forever, my love. I'm yours forever," Lane said
as he pushed in, sinking into the heavenly heat that was his lover.