Page 58 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
“I sure as hell can try.” I swallow the sounds he makes when I roll my hips into his, letting him feel my own cock that’s aching behind my fly. “Need you so bad. I wish I could stay buried inside you and never leave.”
Both of his hands are on my ass now, digging in and rutting me against him for the friction he craves. “My dick likes the sound of that.”
As if I can’t tell by the way he’s humping me like we have any plans to get off this way. I’d never waste one of his orgasms like that.
Just as he dips his fingers down the waistband of my pants, there’s another rattle on the door. “I gotta pee!” Theo whines, and we guiltily step away from each other.
“Shit. Sorry.” Dex plucks his phone off the counter and stuffs it in his back pocket, grabbing his shirt where it’s draped over the towel rack and then covering up that thick, plush chest that I could get lost in for hours. “Stop looking at me like that. Jump me when we don’t have a six-year-old in danger of catching a UTI.”
I nearly choke on the laugh that bubbles up, following him out of the bathroom and ignoring Theo’s grumbles as he barrels in after us and shuts the door a little too aggressively. Before Dex can get far, though, I tug on his hand and pull him into the empty hall.
“Is everything okay?”
He frowns, standing there and blinking at me for a solid minute before his shoulders deflate on a sigh and he leans against the wall. “I was just taking some pictures. Didn’t realize I was holding the kid up.”
“You do get lost the moment that camera comes out.”
His smile is a little half-assed, so I pull him to me and let him settle his cheek on my shoulder, arms around my waist. This has become a favorite position of his. I wonder if it has anything to do with mirroring the way I used to hold him when he’d come to me with his nightmares. Who will hold him like this when he leaves?
Who’s going to care and look out for him without me?
I bury my nose in his hair, smelling the coconut in his shampoo, and close my eyes tight.
Keep me, I want to whisper.Keep me and I’ll give you everything. Be your everything.
“Do we have plans today?” Dex mumbles as his lips brush my neck.
Do you?I almost ask. Because this is his trip. But at some point, he started deferring to me. He let me take the lead and drag him around, and somewhere along the line, he stopped fighting it. It makes me unreasonably happy. Makes my heart dance a little in my chest. It hurts, but I’ll take the pain of knowing I’m going to lose this larger-than-life connection than to have missed it entirely.
Pop-Pop says I should fight for this, but what if I do and wreck it in the process? I’d rather part amicably than risk becoming a ghost Dex pushes from his mind like a bad thought.
“What do you still want pictures of?”
His laughter rolls along my skin, and my eyelids flutter at the sensation.
“You naked is high on that list.”
So many lists. And not enough time to check them off.
Someone clears their throat, and Dex jumps back so fast he knocks into the opposite wall and cringes.
“Oops. Um. Sorry, Mr. Olaño. We were just—” His face is bright red, eyes darting around, and if I didn’t think my touch would spook him, I’d cradle him back in my arms and assure him everything is fine.
Pa looks between the two of us with a stern expression, and when Dex’s fingers start to twitch against his palms, alerting me to the caginess he’s feeling, I stuff my hands in my pockets and throw Pa a lazy smile.
“Need a hand with something?” I ask, and Pa relaxes, shifting his gaze from Dex to me.
“Looking for Theo to clean up his train set.”
I chuckle under my breath and reach a hand back for Dex, not touching but offering. “He’s in the bathroom. We’ll help.”
Dex is still composing himself, his anxiety still simmering down, but he wraps his warm, calloused hand around mine even as it shakes.
This right here is everything I’ve ever wanted. The trust. The connection.
God, I love him so much.
“Doweneedtoinstate a ‘hands to ourselves’ rule?” I ask on a breathless laugh as Dex strokes my dick to life beneath my sweats.
