Too Stupid to Live(Romancelandia) (39 page)

“You’ve been keeping track?” Sam whispered.

“Of course I have.” Fuck, hadn’t Sam been? Ian had just assumed he was.

“What’s today?” Sam asked quickly.

Fuck
. No pain no gain. “Eight weeks ago today I waited by your door for you to come home from work, and then I . . .”

“You said you wanted to see me,” Sam finished for him, his hands slipping around Ian’s waist.

Thank fuck, Sam knew what today was. “Yeah.”

“I love you,” Sam said, yanking Ian close and kissing him. Ian tried to let him have control, because this was Sam’s kiss, but he already had that hand in Sam’s hair, and he had the hardest time not losing it when he felt Sam’s lips against his.

“Is that a yes?” Ian asked when Sam let him go.

“If I move in with you, can I stop learning how to cook?”

“You don’t know how happy that would make me.”

“Then yes, I’ll move in with you. Um, most of the stuff I own is already here.”

“Good. That was easy.” Ian grabbed the backs of Sam’s thighs and lifted until Sam got the message and wrapped his legs around Ian’s hips. “So you’re all moved in?”

Sam grinned at him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Almost.”

Ian turned and set him on a clear spot on the counter. “And you already have a key.”

Sam nodded, and Ian kissed him. “Are we—” Ian interrupted him with another kiss, then started nuzzling his whiskers up and down Sam’s neck so he could ask whatever he’d been going to.

Sam seemed to have lost his focus, though. Ian loved making him mindless like that. He bit Sam’s ear. “Are we what?”

Sam startled. “Oh. Uh, are we going to make love in the kitchen?” He tilted his head, exposing more of his neck.

“Kiddo,” Ian said against it, “we’re going to make love in every room in the house.”

Sam sucked in a breath. “Tonight?” he squeaked.

Ian thought about it while sucking on the base of Sam’s throat. “Probably only two tonight. We’ll do the rest later.”

Sam cupped the back of his head. “Oh, yeah,” he sighed. “We have time.”

Ian pulled back, holding Sam’s face in between his hands. Sam’s pupils were huge, and he was breathing faster. Ian gave him a fast kiss before telling him, “Plenty of time. We have the rest of our lives.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “We do?”

Ian swallowed. “If you want to spend that long with me.”

Sam’s hands threaded into Ian’s hair, pulling him closer until their lips were touching. “Oh. Then yeah, we have the rest of our lives.”

“And no more of that Too Stupid to Live stuff,” Ian whispered against his mouth.

He felt Sam smile against his lips. “Being TSTL isn’t so bad. I forgot one thing about it.”

Ian kissed him quickly, tired of waiting, but wanting to know. “Yeah? What’s that?”

Sam kissed him back. “The TSTL character always gets their man and their happily ever after.” He pulled back to grin at Ian.

One of those weird balls of emotion welled up inside him, the kind Sam was always finding and teasing out of him. He had to breathe deep before he could speak. “As long as I get my happily ever after with you, that works for me.”

Sam wrapped his arms around Ian’s neck, pulling him close again. “Always. You’re my perfect hero. Nothing but happy endings for us.”

Ian grabbed Sam’s chin and held him still for another quick kiss. “You’re my perfect hero, too.” Then he palmed Sam’s ass and yanked him closer, close enough that he could feel the kid’s hard dick through their clothes. “And we’re about to have our next happy ending all over this counter.”

Thank you to Justin, Tom, and Shawn, (even though you aren't allowed to read the book) for technical help. Maybe someone will tell you I thanked you. Thanks to the Chicks and Dicks: Taylor V. Donovan, L.C. Chase, Edmond Manning, Thornton Sterling, and Alec Edge for support. Thank you most especially to mc, for the cheerleading and assistance.

Task Force Iota series:

18% Gray (TFI #1)

Turning Tricks (TFI #2)

Happy Birthday to Me (TFI #2.5)

Whitetail Rock

The Fix (Whitetail Rock #2)

Theta Alpha Gamma series:

Frat Boy and Toppy (TAG #1)

Love, Hypothetically (TAG #2)

Raised on a steady media diet of Monty Python, classical music, and the visual arts, Anne Tenino rocked the mental health world when she was the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, with her trusty psychiatrist by her side, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.

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Anne’s thing is writing gay romance and erotica.

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