Page 18 of Finding You

“There are lots of different kinds of families,” Dallas told her, nodding along.

“Yeah. There’s a lot. My mommy lives in London.”

Dallas raised his brows. “Oh?”

“She and I met, uh…one night,” Kylen said, closing his eyes and sighing. “You heard part of the story.”

Dallas chuckled. “Yeah. I remember.”

God, his laugh was a low rumble, and Kylen couldn’t get enough. This was going to be a problem if he wasn’t careful. “Dani works out of her office here a few times a year. She’s one of my best friends, and she loves her baby a lot.”

Flora nodded. “She loves me to the whole moon and to Jupiter and to Pluto and then back.”

Dallas went soft, his eyes almost watery. “That’s a whole lot, sweetpea.”

Kylen jolted as Flora laughed. “You an’ my daddy call me that.”

“I should let you get to the other parents. I feel like I’ve totally monopolized you,” Kylen said in a rush. He became very aware of other people milling around, clearly waiting to grab Dallas’s attention.

Dallas blew out a puff of air. “Right, yeah. Hey…uh. Let me give you my number?” He glanced around, looking lost. “I just…I had cards, um…”

“Want to put it in my phone?” Kylen asked. If he got hurt, it would be his own damn fault. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, handing it over.

Dallas’s large but delicate fingers tapped on the screen, and then he handed it back with a smile, his dimples all on display. “I texted myself.”

“Great.” Christ, he sounded out of breath. Kylen cleared his throat. “So…see you around?”

“This weekend,” Dallas said very quietly.

“It’s a—yeah.” A date. He was going to say, It’s a date. But that would have been a giant mistake.

Dallas just smiled, then gave him a wave as Kylen set Flora down and let her walk him around the classroom. He kept Dallas in the corner of his eye, watching him laugh and joke with other parents. But he didn’t touch any of them. He didn’t hold their hands. He didn’t give them his number.

He didn’t laugh the same way. He didn’t lean in. And he didn’t save any of them from nightmare siblings trying to run their lives.

Dallas wasn’t going to stay his, but for a moment, it felt like he belonged to Kylen. And he wanted to hold on to that as long as he could.

Chapter Six

DALLAS

“Dallas. Fuck. Please touch me.”

Dallas’s hand curled around Kylen’s cock, stroking him from root to tip. He wasn’t cut, so his foreskin slid, slick and wet. Kylen groaned, fucking his hips in time with Dallas’s hand. Their gazes met.

“Kiss me,” Kylen begged.

Dallas pressed a hand to Kylen’s warm, rough cheek. Their lips met, tongues touching gently. His cock twitched in his jeans, the feeling of white-hot heat spreading through him. He was kissing a man. He was kissing Kylen. He was?—

He woke with a start, his heart hammering in his chest. His limbs ached with newly released tension, and he was breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Pressing one hand over his face, Dallas breathed in and then sat bolt upright.

His blue sheets had darkened. He hadn’t had sex dreams or come in his sleep since he was seventeen. And holy fuck, what was that?

Kylen? Really?

Yes, the man was objectively good-looking, and yes, he was definitely flirting, which Dallas was used to at this point. The moment any of his friends got tipsy, they hung all over him. He and Frey had even kissed once before he and Renato had gotten together.

But he wasn’t into men…

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