“Eavesdropper.” He wasn’t upset. He and Evan didn’t keep secrets. “It’s all true.”
“I’m not that great on stage, but if you’re happy, I’m good.” Evan stood and crossed the small expanse to the headstone. He touched the lettering. “Grandma, I’m happy. Not kind of or happy in a way that I’m lying to myself. You were right. Mick is the one I’ve been waiting for. I love him. Grandma, I found my person.”
Mick watched the sway of Evan’s ass and the way the denim stretched across his backside. He shouldn’t be ogling his boyfriend, but he couldn’t help himself. “I love him, too.” Mick joined him in front of the stone. “Thank you for putting us together.”
“You could be naughty, Grandma, but you knew. You encouraged me to be myself, to come out…to find love. I’m strong because I had you pushing me. Thank you. I found Mick again because of you.”
“We couldn’t be us without your gentle nudging.” Mick hugged Evan. “When we get married, we’ll tell your grandmother first.” He hadn’t planned on saying that out loud, but it was the truth. He turned his attention to the stone. “Is that good with you, Martha?”
Evan hugged Mick tighter. “We will.”
“We miss you.” Mick clung to Evan. “It’s not the same without you around.”
“But we’ll ensure you and Grandpa and Uncle Edwin aren’t forgotten,” Evan said. “I’ve written a song I play in honor of my uncle and mention you and Grandpa were my biggest fans at every concert. We won’t forget. Promise.”
“Love you.” Mick bowed his head, then let go of Evan and left the grave.
“Love you.” Evan joined Mick at the truck. “We’ll get married? I want to, but I wasn’t sure you were thinking along those lines.”
“We should take our time, but we’ve got each other and I want to.” Mick leaned against the back fender of the truck. “The stone you chose is nice.”
“You helped me pick it out. I hope it’s good enough for them.” Evan widened his stance. “I added Uncle Edwin’s stone. It’s already been installed right next to theirs, like I promised him. It’s smaller, but I don’t think my uncle would mind. Neil contacted me and asked to have his name added when he passes.”
“That’s sweet. I knew you’d get it all to work out.”
Evan lowered his gaze and didn’t speak.
“What?” Mick knew Evan inside and out. The wicked glint in his eye meant one thing, but his silent manner suggested another. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m telling everyone about us. I’m ready.” Evan held out his hand. “I wrote a song for you and I want to introduce it on tour. I want to tell everyone I’m with you.”
Mick threw his arms around Evan. “Tell everyone. I’m ready, too.” He kissed Evan. They might be in the cemetery, but he didn’t care. He’d never been so happy in his life. “I love you and I want everyone to know.”
“I love you, too.” Evan sighed. “If you’ll go down this road with me, I’ll have the love I need. I never thought I could be saved. Never thought I’d have someone for me. My heart, my soul, my man.”
“Is that part of the song?” He wanted to hear every note. “I love it.”
Evan nodded.
“Let’s go home.” Evan opened the door for Mick. “My favorite lawyer.”
Mick slid onto the seat and waited for Evan to join him. “I got lucky. I’ve got my Cedarwood cowboy and my happy ending—all thanks to your grandmother.”
“We’re making her proud, aren’t we?”
“We are.” Mick held Evan’s hand as they left the cemetery. Life could be sad, happy, quirky and make no sense sometimes, but he loved the ride. Now he’d never have to be alone. Evan was his world right here in Cedarwood and his favorite cowboy.
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Excerpt
Jon Fox settled back in his seat and stared at the players before him. He’d spent too much time today at Club Extasy and should’ve found someone to play with by now. Should’ve. He bit back a groan. He liked to play at the club and loved giving a good spanking, but he wanted someone specific.
He spotted a scene taking place across the room. The sub wore a harness across his torso, and a jockstrap. His bare ass jiggled as he walked. His thick boots clunked with each step. The Dom, a blond Jon didn’t know well, cuffed the sub to a St. Andrew’s cross.
Jon shifted his position to get a better look at the sub and scene. The tattoo on the man’s back caught Jon’s attention. He knew that ink—a cross with a set of wings stretching across his shoulders. Jon had seen the ink on a man he’d known well. Ainsley. His former boyfriend’s best friend. Would Ainsley be at the club? He did like to play and had visited Club Extasy before. Was he there now?
He rubbed his crotch as he watched the Dom flog the man with the tattoo. Damn, the view was hot. Each time the Dom spanked the man, Jon’s breathing hitched. He wished Ainsley were the man being flogged. No, he wished he were the one flogging Ainsley. He’d love to have a scene with him. He’d bet they’d have a good time. He massaged the bulge in his leathers.
This had to be some level of hell, watching a man who reminded him of Ainsley being spanked. He’d lusted after Ainsley for the last two years. He and Ainsley had always gotten along because they loved to talk about sports and running. He understood Ainsley’s affection for the theater and Ainsley seemed to appreciate his need to write. Jon’s ex, Leo, had never understood either man. Jon didn’t miss Leo, but he did wish Ainsley would come around now that Jon and Leo had split up.
The sub twisted and flinched from his position on the
