Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

husband's body shudder against him and he reflexively tightened his arms. "Hey, surely your father can't be that bad," he crooned, rubbing his hands over Damian's back, massaging his spine.
    Whoever this guy's father was really freaked his poor husband out. Over the three years they'd known each other, Damian hadn't said much about his family. Ninety-nine-percent of the time he'd instantly shut down and change the subject if his parents or siblings were brought up. One night when they were both drunk, Damian had let slip that his father was a powerful man and had a number of other children from three different wives. Once he'd sobered, Kyle hadn't been able to get anything else out of him, and not wanting to drive a wedge between them over something from Damian's past, he'd let it go. It wasn't like it affected them. Kyle didn't talk to his family either.
    Damian sucked in a breath, obviously trying to pull himself together. He eased back and cupped Kyle's face, staring down at him intently for several seconds. To his amazement, Damian sealed his lips over Kyle's and kissed him, hard. His husband pressed his tongue against Kyle's lips and he immediately opened to him. Plunging in deep, Damian held his head steady as he stroked his tongue inside, plundering Kyle's mouth in an all-consuming kiss, as if branding him.
    By the time Damian lifted his head, Kyle's lungs burned from lack of oxygen, his dick was so hard it pressed painfully against his jeans, and he could think of nothing but feeling his lover bend him over the nearest flat surface or chair and fill him with the thick ridge pressing against his own. Sadly, the fear simmering in Damian's green eyes told him that wasn't going to happen even before his husband spoke the words that Kyle knew would bring his world crashing down around him.
    "There are some things I haven't been completely honest about."
    A high-pitched laugh escaped Kyle before he could stop it. He took a shallow gasp and backed out of Damian's arms, needing a bit of space. "What things?"
    Damian followed him, not letting more than a foot of distance get between them. He brought up a hand and tried to guide him to the sofa. "Maybe we should sit."
    Kyle noticed that Darius had moved to stand near the sliding glass doors that opened to their back deck. The deck was half built over the still bayou waters and connected to a dock where they kept a small fishing boat. It was where he and Damian had spent so many mornings enjoying their first cups of coffee or tea as they'd watched nature come to life. Somehow, seeing the other man enjoy their special view made everything worse.
    He glared at his husband and planted his fists on his hips. "Tell me what the hell is going on, Damian," he demanded. "What have you lied about?" Just saying those words had bile rising up his throat, but Kyle swallowed it down.
    "Almost all of it," Damian admitted.
    Kyle blanched. "What— What does that mean? You don't love me? We're not married? You have a wife and kids somewhere? What!?!" His voice rose with every word, every possibility he spoke made his stomach roll harder. Suddenly, Kyle realized he wouldn't be able to keep down the few bites of supper he'd taken before Darius had interrupted them. He turned and sprinted for the bathroom, just making it in time to spill the contents of his belly into the toilet.
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    "Oh, you totally fucked that up, brother."
    Damian stared after his retreating lover, his heart, his Adelfi Psychi. "Shut up," he growled, glaring at Darius. "This is all your fault," he snarled, even though he knew it wasn't the truth. He should have told Kyle years ago about his family, about himself. Now, as he hurried to the bathroom and toward the sounds of his retching husband, he could only pray it wouldn't be too late to repair the damage he'd done.
    He found Kyle sitting next to the toilet, his forehead resting against the cold porcelain, his eyes closed. Even pale and wan, his brows furrowed in emotional turmoil, Kyle was the most stunning man Damian had ever seen. He loved the way Kyle's lean, five-foot-eleven build tucked so well against his own six-foot-two body. He loved tracing Kyle's high cheekbones, angular jaw, and arched brows with his lips before he nibbled Kyle's sinfully tempting thin lips. He loved gently sucking on the bottom one before opening his husband's mouth wide and plunging in deep to taste his natural masculine flavor.
    Just thinking about it had Damian's shaft filling and