Page 71 of Finding You

He was good with all of this.

And Dallas could be good at all of this.

His eyes got hot as he parted his lips and closed them around the tip of Kylen’s dick. He tasted the first sticky-hot rush of bitter, salty fluid. It didn’t awaken anything in him. It didn’t make him crave it suddenly. It was a little…gross. And weird.

But the way Kylen gasped and shifted his hips—now that was something he could see himself craving. He sucked a little harder, his fingers creeping between Kylen’s thighs, ghosting gently over his balls until they found the spot Kylen wanted to be touched.

“Oh, fuck,” Kylen said, his voice weak and thready. “Baby, sweetheart. Please.”

Dallas flushed. He took another inch along his tongue before it started to tickle at his gag reflex, and he stopped, suckling there as his fingers played with Kylen’s puckered hole. It was a little sweaty, hot, and hairy, and he pushed on it until Kylen groaned again.

“I’m going to come. Oh fuck. Fuck. You’d better pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

Dallas didn’t want it in his mouth. He pulled off, but he closed his free hand around his shaft and began to pump fast and furious, watching Kylen fall to pieces beneath him. His cheeks were ruddy pink, his dick kicking in Dallas’s hand, almost the same color as his blush. His hips fucked forward, his fingers scrambled for purchase in the sheets, and his eyes slammed shut.

His lips parted on a burst of air, and then he sucked in a breath, his body went still…

And then he came.

His cock throbbed with the rapid beat of his heart as he spilled hot ropes over Dallas’s fingers. He watched as the come dripped between his knuckles. The sensation wasn’t entirely pleasant, but that paled in comparison to the way Kylen was shuddering and reaching for him.

Dallas swiped his hand off on the side of his own sweats, then let Kylen burrow against him. He pressed on top of him like a human weighted blanket, and Kylen rubbed his face against the front of Dallas’s throat.

“Tell me that was okay for you,” Kylen asked, a little breathless.

Dallas eased back, then rolled to the side and waited until he had Kylen’s attention. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because I need to know where the lines are with you,” Kylen said. “I don’t want you doing something like this for me if it’s wrong for you.”

Dallas’s whole body softened. “I really, really liked making you feel good. It’s…I don’t know how to explain it.”

“I get it,” Kylen said. When Dallas shot him a look of disbelief, he rolled his eyes and tugged on Dallas’s earlobe. “It works that way for people who aren’t ace too. I’ve always liked making my partner feel good. I’ve had plenty of times where I’ve gotten them off because I wasn’t in the mood. And I like it just as much as when I come.”

God, he was perfect, which was terrifying because Dallas wasn’t used to getting anything he wanted. His life was still a hot mess. Leaning in, he took Kylen by the chin and kissed him long, slow, and thorough. When he pulled back, a wave of exhaustion hit him, and he collapsed down.

“I should clean you up,” he murmured, but he was already drifting.

He felt a kiss against his temple and warm arms easing him back toward the bulkier side of the pillows. “I’ll take care of it. You sleep.”

Dallas wanted to argue, but it was like someone had pulled a plug on him and every ounce of energy had drained away. There was no other option but to accept this moment of rest. He had so much more to deal with tomorrow, but tonight, just maybe, he could have this little bit of peace.

Dallas woke to a quiet house, which had him leaping from the bed and scrambling to change clothes because the one thing he remembered was wiping Kylen’s come on his sweats. He had one leg in and one leg out of his trousers when he remembered he hadn’t gone to sleep alone, and then a new rush of panic hit him: Kylen wasn’t there either.

Audra should have been screaming by now. She slept through the night, but she was always an early riser, and she made her presence known. How had Dallas slept through any of it? And if he had, was that why Kylen had run?

He managed to get a shirt on and then stumbled into the living room, but it was empty. His heart was beating a mile a minute, but then he heard voices coming from the dining room. He took a beat to regain his composure, then walked into the kitchen and found Gage sitting at the table with Audra on his knee, feeding her from one of the little food prep boxes Dallas had snagged on his way out of his house.

Adele was at the stove cooking something that smelled sweet.

And Kylen was still missing.

Shit.

“Morning, sunshine.” Adele winked at him over his shoulder. “There’s coffee and tea. French toast is almost up.”

Dallas cleared his throat, then walked over to the table and dropped a kiss on Audra’s forehead. She proceeded to ignore him in favor of her little oatmeal biscuit, which was mostly all over her face and Gage’s shirt. “Want me to take over?” he asked, gesturing at the mess.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Gage told him, then bounced Audra a little until she giggled. “She’s a pretty cool baby.”

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