Page 131 of Floodgates

“Holy shit, Trace. Man or woman?”

“Man,” I said to the sky, refusing to meet his gaze.

“So he’s getting married in a month, he’s got an infant son, and he’s already sleeping around on Celia.”

I made a disgusted noise in the back of my throat. It had been so embarrassing. Breckin had grabbed my arm and dragged me halfway down the street explaining that he and Celia had an understanding. He was allowed to sleep with men but no women. His bride-to-be was apparently quite accommodating.

“So what did you say?” Cord grilled me.

“I said we weren’t going to the wedding.”

“Did he hit on you?”

“No,” I said, almost with a straight face, tipping my head forward. “He complimented me on my ring and asked how long we’d been married.”

“He knew you were married to me?”

“Yes, dear.”

“And did you tell him that it’s already been six months?” He growled, taking my chin in his hand, making sure I was steadily meeting his gaze.

“Yes, I did.”

His grunt was adorable. “I know he asked how it was going with me.”

What Breckin Alcott had actually inquired about was how serious it was between me and Cord Nolan. I had explained about our plans to move into a bigger house since Cord had one of the senior partners at his firm beginning to work on an adoption for us.

“So it’s serious, then,” Breckin had concluded.

And it was. It had been from the start and would continue to be so, ’til death do us part. I was never giving Cord up, and amazingly, thankfully, he felt the same way about me. I thought I had been in love before, but it turned out I had no idea about anything until the day I finally opened my eyes to the possibility of me and him.

“What did you say?” Cord pried, his voice hoarse. He was fiercely territorial, and I had found that I loved how possessive he was.

My attention grabbed by his anxious tone, I took hold of Cord’s Henley and tugged the man close. “I told him I love you and that we fuck like bunnies whenever we get a chance.”

His smile was huge before he kissed me. “Yeah? You love me?”

“You know I do.”

He was so smug. “Yeah, I know. And the bunny part was a nice touch.”

Only he would think so, and that was why we worked. He got me and I got him. It was all we needed.