Page 55 of His Reluctant Savior

“He’s fine, Dalt. He missed you for a bit, but the kids have kept him on his toes and distracted. When they’re at school, either Mason or I have been teaching him to keep up with hisnumbers and reading. Usually, it’s Mason, since he mostly works from home.”

“God, you and Mason are amazing,” he said as we looked at each other.

“Give me a second to grab him. He’s playing in the backyard with the kids.”

A couple of minutes later, a breathy Owen answered the phone. “Daddy?!”

“Hey, Little Man. How are you?”

“Good! We’re playing T-ball. I hit the ball with the bat, Daddy! Can I play T-ball when we go home? I wanna learn.”

“How exciting! Yeah, we can do that if you want.”

Dalton’s voice sounded sad and doubtful, but he tried to be upbeat for his son.

“When are you coming to get me?”

Dalton glanced at me again. “In a few days, I hope. Daddy is really busy with work. This job is super important, but I’ll make sure to bring you a present, okay?”

“Yay! Okay. Can we get Danny a brother?”

He chuckled. “Sure, Little Man.”

“Bye, Daddy!” he said, and it all went silent.

“Did Owen just leave the phone?” I asked.

Dalton laughed. “Yeah, little kids get easily sidetracked.”

Savannah soon picked the phone up again. “Sorry, Owen just took off, since it’s his turn to hit the ball.”

“It’s fine. I just needed to hear him for a bit.”

They talked for a couple of minutes longer before hanging up.

“You okay?” I asked him.

“Yeah, as long as he’s safe. That’s all that matters at the end of this.”

“That’s not all that matters. Owen needs his dad, too. I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen.” I kept telling him that, but I wondered if it was more for my benefit than his.

Dalton smiled softly and took my hand in his again. “I almost believe it when you tell me that.”

He was right. The truth was, we didn’t know how all this would end.

I wiped the cumoff Dalton’s stomach with my T-shirt and fell onto my back, pulling him against me as we both gasped in heavy breaths. It was like I couldn’t stop touching him. I was obsessed with his skin, his scent, his noises when we fucked… Everything.

“My poor hole needs a break,” he groaned, wiggling next to me.

“I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

He chuckled tiredly. “I’ll take it. Still, give my ass a couple of days to recoup.”

Dalton sat up and straddled my stomach. He was so sexy with his lean muscles and his chest lightly sprinkled with dark hair. Gorgeous sun freckles dusted on his shoulders, which I loved kissing.

He pinned my hands behind my head and kissed me, then he sat up, let go of my hands, and dragged his fingers across the expanse of my chest.

“What are we going to do when this is over?” he asked.

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