"Is Carson the boxing schoolteacher still fucking you?" Jeffery asked.
Evan nodded. "Don't be so crude, Jeffery. You're the one who wanted things this way."
Jeffery released his dick and stood up. He walked over to the table and put his arms around Evan. "I'm not judging you and I'm not upset about the boxing schoolteacher. I want him to fuck you so you can compare and see who's better at it."
Sometimes the things Jeffery said didn't make sense to Evan. He knew they made sense to Jeffery because everything was a mind game for him. He did nothing and said nothing without an ulterior motive. The problem was figuring out the motive. But Evan wrote historical romances, not mysteries. "Well, you're getting what you want. He's been fucking me since the first date we had, and it's not bad at all."
Jeffery kissed the back of his neck and said, "Excellent."
"And why is that excellent?" Evan wanted to pull back. He knew Jeffery was playing with his head again. But it felt so good to be in his arms, and so good to inhale his familiar scent, Evan couldn't move his feet.
"It's excellent because whenever you're with another guy you always realize that I'm the best, that I will always be the best, and that no other man on Earth will ever compare to me."
Evan smiled and rested his cheek on Jeffery's bare chest. "You are such a smug sonofabitch. I should throw you out right now."
Jeffery's hands went down and stopped at Evan's waist. "But you know you're not going to do that. You haven't been with me since you got out of Havilland and you've been missing me. I'd bet a billion dollars that you even close your eyes and think about me when the boxing schoolteacher is fucking you."
"Of course not," Evan said. But he had fantasized about Jeffery more than once while Carson had been fucking him.
"You're lying," Jeffery said. "I can tell because you won't look at me."
If Evan had continued to play games with Jeffery he wouldn't have been able to get through to him. The one thing he'd learned as Jeffery's husband was that the only thing that gave him power was the truth. So this time he did step back. He pushed Jeffery away and said, "The reason why I'm not going to throw you out has nothing to do with your dick, so get that into your head. The reason why I'm letting you stay is because you're my husband, I haven't seen you in weeks, and because I love you."
Jeffery's expression softened and he lost the smug grin. He took a few steps and he grabbed Evan by the back of the neck. He pulled Evan forward and kissed him so hard Evan had to hold on to his shoulders to keep his balance. While they kissed, Jeffery walked backward, pulling Evan toward the bedroom. The few attempts Evan made to break free from his embrace only made Jeffery kiss him harder. When they reached the bedroom, Jeffery threw him down on the bed and climbed on top of him.
This was the kind of control and passion Evan always craved the most when he wasn't with Jeffery. Though all the men Evan had been with in the past, from the delivery guy to Carson Savione, had been aggressive, none could ever compare to Jeffery when it came to absolute control. That was because the sex they shared went deeper than what Evan had shared with other men. This afternoon was no exception. After Jeffery threw Evan on the bed, he ripped off Evan's shirt and yanked off his shoes, socks, and pants. He didn't bother to pull down Evan's underwear. He grabbed the waistband with both hands and with one tug on the right side and one on the left, he tore them from Evan's body.
When Evan was naked, Jeffery climbed up higher and smacked him in the face with his dick. By that time, Evan's mouth was open and his tongue was extended. Jeffery grabbed him by the hair and forced his head back. He held his dick within inches of Evan's lips, as if he wanted Evan to beg and plead for it. The harder he forced Evan's head away from his dick, the more Evan fought him. His mouth remained open and he struggled as hard as he could until Jeffery finally let go and shoved his dick to the back of Evan's throat.
While Evan sucked, he closed his eyes and ran his hands up and down his husband's solid thighs. No one had legs like Jeffery, and no one else could fill him with this much emotion. Evan turned into every bad cliché he'd ever hated. His heart raced while Jeffery slid in and out of his mouth. His own cock jumped each time Jeffery held his head in his hands and forced it in deeper. When they made love this way, it was as if Jeffery could read his mind and no words were needed. With his husband, Evan felt free to do things he wouldn't have felt free to do with other men, not even Carson. They knew each other so well, and trusted each other so much, they both knew nothing they did to each other in bed would ever be questioned or judged. This one aspect of being married to a man who he loved unconditionally was a huge reason why Evan still wanted to fight for his marriage.