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“I’m all yours.”

Dallas shuddered, his gaze locking onto Kylen’s. “You mean that?”

Kylen surged forward, speaking right up against Dallas’s lips. “More than I’ve ever meant anything in my life.”

Chapter Twenty

DALLAS

Dallas was still reeling from the events of that night. He felt better after his second conversation with Monty, and Adele had managed to calm him down. Both he and Gage were keeping an eye on Audra for a while so Dallas could unwind. His stress had started her off in a crying fit, and as much as he felt like a failure with his inability to check his shit at the door for the sake of his daughter, he also knew he was only human.

And the people he trusted most were under this roof.

Especially now that Kylen was with him.

It had been quiet, warm comfort at first when Kylen had slid onto the bed with him. And then something started in his gut that was unfamiliar yet not unwelcome. Every time Kylen touched him, it sent sparks under his skin. He wasn’t horny, but he wanted Kylen.

It took him a little while to realize he craved spreading the man beneath him, touching him. Making him moan, and shudder, and eventually come. He wanted to put his hands and his mouth all over him and see what he liked best—what he wanted most. He wanted to spoil the absolute fuck out of him so he never for a moment doubted that this was the right choice.

That part was probably foolish, but he was allowing himself that moment, considering everything going on in his life.

The fact that Kylen had readily agreed was enough for him.

Dallas laid him down carefully, arranging a pillow behind his head, then slowly peeled away his shirt and his sweats. Kylen’s skin was warm, his nipples pebbled, his breathing a little shallow with anticipation. His chest was flushed, the mottled pink crawling up toward his throat, and Dallas chased the heat with his tongue.

He smiled against Kylen’s neck when his lover’s fingers dug into his hair and held him in place. “Like that,” Kylen said, rough and ragged.

Dallas sank his teeth into a tendon, and Kylen arched against him, slapping a hand over his mouth to hold back his moan. Dallas wanted nothing more than to hear him lose it, but he knew this wasn’t the place for it. He eased back and traced the outline of his teeth with the tip of his finger.

“I like the way my marks look on you.”

“Oh, Christ,” Kylen said, his entire body moving with a single shudder.

“Is that bad?”

Kylen’s eyes were glazed when he looked at Dallas. “No, gorgeous. That’s a very, very good thing. Touch me more. Mark me. Please.”

Dallas descended as though he was helpless against Kylen’s orders. His mouth clamped over his nipple, then moved to the side and sucked. Hard. Kylen whimpered against his palm as Dallas felt the blood rising to the skin, and he pulled back to see his work.

The mark was dark, bruised, and lovely. He pressed on it, watching as Kylen’s body writhed, and then he glanced down to see his cock hard, flushed, and dripping a steady stream from the tip. His mouth watered. He wanted to taste it—to taste him. Never in his life had he ever thought about putting another man’s dick in his mouth. Never in his life did he think he’d want to know the flavor of someone’s spunk. But now, it was all he could think about.

“Let me?” he asked, curling his hand around the base of Kylen’s dick.

His gaze was feverish as he met Dallas’s eyes. “Let you what?”

“Suck you.”

Kylen’s eyes slammed shut, and he took in a shuddering breath. “Yeah. Yeah, baby. Anything you want.” As Dallas began to move down lower, Kylen gripped his shoulder to stop him, and Dallas looked back up. “Will you touch me?”

“Where?”

“My ass. My hole. Play with it while you suck me?”

Dallas nodded. This hunger was different from being horny. He didn’t know how to explain it. He felt powerful and important knowing he could make Kylen feel this way. He felt needed and wanted in ways his ex had never made him feel.

He felt whole. Like it didn’t matter that he wasn’t hard or that he didn’t give a shit about getting off. He no longer felt like he was fighting against some imbalance. It felt right. Like Kylen could be happy with him like this.

Or during nights when all they did was hold each other. Or nights when they were simply near each other, listening to the other one breathe. And the nights Dallas wanted more wouldn’t be the standard or the goal. Kylen didn’t want to change him. He wouldn’t be waiting around for him to become different.

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