The soft glow of Remmington’s phone on the table behind them went unnoticed, its vibrations drowned out by the sounds of their lovemaking. Gun’s hands were pnted firmly on Remmington’s shoulders as he rocked his hips, their movements in perfect, slow rhythm. Gun’s head fell back, breathless moans escaping his lips as Remmington’s hands traced possessively up his back, pulling him closer, their bodies locked in a feverish embrace.

  Remmington’s fingers dug into Gun’s hips, guiding his movements with intensity, each roll of Gun’s body sending shivers through him. Remmington couldn’t tear his gaze away, his eyes drinking in every expression on Gun’s face, the way his lips parted, the flush of his cheeks. With one hand, Remmington reached up, brushing back Gun’s hair so he could see him fully, savouring the sight.

  “Look at me,” Remmington murmured, voice low and urgent. Gun met his gaze, eyes heavy with emotion and desire, and for a second, the world around them faded completely. All that mattered was this moment, this connection that had waited too long to be rekindled.

  The phone buzzed again, but neither of them cared. Remmington was lost in the way Gun fit so perfectly against him, their bodies moving as one, each motion building the tension between them to a peak.

  Gun leaned down, capturing Remmington’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling in a dance of urgency and need. Remmington’s hands slid up Gun’s back, pulling him impossibly closer as he groaned into the kiss, his body responding eagerly. Gun gasped as he felt Remmington harden inside him, the sensation drawing a wicked smile to his lips.

  Breaking the kiss, Gun tilted his head back and teased, breathlessly, “Don’t you have a wedding to get to?”

  Remmington’s lips brushed along Gun’s jawline, his hands gripping Gun’s hips firmly to keep him from stopping. “All I need to get to,” he murmured against Gun’s skin, voice rich, “is you.”

  Gun chuckled, the sound low and sultry, his fingers tangling in Remmington’s hair. “You’re such a tease,” he said, rocking his hips deliberately to make Remmington groan. “I might just kidnap you and lock you away.”

  Remmington’s lips found his again, the kiss slow and consuming, as though he were savouring every moment. When he pulled back, his breath was hot against Gun’s lips. “That sounds perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of sincerity and longing.

  Their eyes met, the air between them heavy with emotion and heat, and Gun could feel the truth in Remmington’s words. This moment wasn’t just lust or reunion—it was them, finally whole. Remmington’s hands trailed down to grip Gun’s thighs, his body urging them back into the rhythm they’d momentarily paused, the teasing smirk on his face melting into raw desire.

  “You really do have a way of making me forget everything else,” he whispered, teasingly shifting his hips. “But let’s see if you can keep that promise, Mr. All-I-Need-Is-You.”

  Remmington chuckled, his lips curling into a devilish smile as his hands slid down to Gun’s thighs, gripping them firmly. “Oh, I intend to,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. He rocked his hips upward, eliciting a soft gasp from Gun, whose smirk faltered for a moment, repced by a look of pure bliss.

  “You’re insufferable,” Gun muttered, though the teasing edge in his voice was betrayed by the way his fingers dug into Remmington’s shoulders. He rolled his hips again, both of them caught in the intoxicating rhythm of their connection.

  Remmington let out a low groan, his head falling back slightly as Gun continued to move. His hands slid up Gun’s back, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together. “And yet you can’t stay away from me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Gun’s ear. “Admit it—you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

  Gun paused, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze. The vulnerability in Remmington’s words, paired with the heat in his eyes, made Gun’s breath catch. “You’re lucky I did,” he said softly, his hand tracing the line of Remmington’s jaw. “Or I wouldn’t be here right now.”

  “Lucky?” Remmington repeated, leaning forward to kiss Gun’s neck, his lips trailing down to his colrbone. “I think you were always meant to be here.”

  Gun shivered under his touch, his head falling back as he ughed softly. “You really do have a way with words. What am I going to do with you?”

  “Whatever you want,” Remmington whispered, his hands sliding lower to lift Gun slightly before guiding him back down, sending a shiver of pleasure through both of them. “Just don’t stop.”

  Their movements grew more fervent, their breathing boured as they lost themselves in each other once more. The phone on the table buzzed again, but neither of them paid it any mind, too wrapped up in the moment.

  As Gun leaned forward, capturing Remmington’s lips in another kiss, he whispered against them, “If I’m keeping you, you’re going to have to prove you’re worth it.”

  Remmington smirked, meeting Gun’s gaze with a look of pure determination. “Challenge accepted.”