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arched, bucking up toward him, and upping the ante.
    “Want you.” He did. Chris wanted to sink into Kenn’s mouth, into his ass. He wanted to do it all at the same time, each act so good.
    “You… I never. There wasn’t anyone else. Not even a single date.”
    The implications of that made Chris smile. First that Kenn had been as uninterested in anyone else as he’d been. And second, that they were both still clean.
    “Me either. Not even a kiss or a second look.” He hadn’t been looking. At all. This was his life, right here.
    “No. You’re my Mr. Right.”
    “Ditto.” He didn’t want to ruin the mood by talking about the things they needed to discuss yet, so he brought their mouths back together again, putting his passion into it. This time Kenn met him, crashing their lips together.
    He rubbed their bodies together, suddenly hot and hard for it. He had to come with Kenn, now. He couldn’t wait. The need was as necessary as breathing. The friction was perfect, and Kenn leaked as much as he did, slicking the way.
    “Gonna make me come,” he said. “Gonna come all over you.”
    “Then we’ll smell right again.”
    Oh fuck, the things his husband said. His fucking husband.
    Groaning, Chris worked their lower bodies harder together. When Kenn reached down and squeezed their cocks together, that was all she wrote. Crying out, he shot, spunk spraying up over Kenn’s body. It took about three heartbeats before Kenn shot too, coating his belly.
    Groaning, he dropped onto Kenn, letting Kenn feel him completely. He panted, looking into Kenn’s eyes.
    Kenn looked dazed. “Wow. Hey.”
    “Hey.” Chris took another soft kiss. “I never thought I’d be here with you like this again.”
    “I didn’t let myself hope. My heart was broken.”
    “Why did we let this go on so long?” He knew he was a stubborn fuck, that much was clear. Kenn was pretty healthy in that department too.
    “Because we both hurt each other a lot,” Kenn admitted softly.
    “We are idiots.” And he wasn’t ever letting Kenn go again. He’d do whatever it took.

Chapter Nine
     
    K ENN WOKE up Christmas Eve with a total sense of unreality. He was home. Like really, genuinely home. Chris was curled up around him, keeping him warm, holding him close. He reached out, stroking the soft, heavy mass of Chris’s hair.
    Chris rumbled and pressed closer. “Kenn….”
    “Mmm-hmm. Right here.”
    Chris’s eyes opened, the blue like crystals. “I thought I was dreaming.”
    “No. No, I’m real.” That was good—right. “It’s Christmas Eve.”
    Chris smiled. “You’re the best present I’ve ever gotten.”
    He had to smile back. Had to.
    Chris stretched, body rubbing against him. “Merry Christmas Eve, babe.”
    “Are we going to tell your folks I’m back?”
    “Yes.” No hesitation, no prevaricating. “You’re back, you’re staying. All of you. We’re a family, and we’re going to start acting like one again.”
    He loved the serious tone of Chris’s voice.
    Then Chris went on. “I’ve got some stuff to tell you. Things you need to know.”
    “Okay.” That sounded grim.
    Chris slid a hand through his hair and kissed him quickly, like he couldn’t not do it.
    “I start a new job in the new year. It’s a lateral move, but there’s no traveling, far less overtime.”
    “What?” What had Chris just said? Kenn couldn’t have heard him right.
    “I understand now—seeing you working two jobs just to make ends meet, never having time. Not being there for the kids. I get it. So when they offered me a new job a couple of days ago, I took it. It means I’ll be home more. Weekends. Evenings.”
    “You… you mean it?” He felt dazed.
    “They couriered the paperwork day before yesterday. I signed it and sent it back.”
    “You…. Oh God. You’ll be happy doing that?”
    Chris grabbed him. “You know how much I love that you asked me that? That you care?”
    “I’m your husband. Of course I