“I’m a demanding bugger,” Mark said, voice a little rough. “Say that to me now, and I’m going to hold you to it.”
“I know. Despite what it may look like now, I’m actually very good at keeping my word and respecting my commitments. Not that I think you’d hold leaving the church against me.” Wes touched his forehead to Mark’s. “You are the only person who has ever claimed to love me. I’m not ever going to turn my back on that.”
A sound that could have been a whimper came from Mark, but before Wes could analyze it further, his mouth sealed to Weston’s, his tongue sweeping along the seam to demand entrance.
The moment Wes opened to him, Mark wrapped his arms around his back to fuse even more of their flesh together. The restraint that had characterized his earlier caress was gone. In its pl
