Page 64 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
“You are so fucking strong, Val,” he says as his arms tighten around me. “Give it to me. All of this pain. Let me hold it for you.”
I want to kiss him again. This time with no ulterior motive. I just want the comfort his mouth brings me.
We stay like that for god knows how long, only interrupted by Dex’s phone ringing, and by that time a low rumble has started in the sky with droplets splashing sporadically down on us. I feel his voice more than hear it, both of us sitting with our asses in the dirt and Dex’s arm holding me to his chest. It feels like a little kid moment, like how Ma would comfort me when the kids at school decided to pick on the kid who looked a little different.
“Thanks, Spinny. Just charge my account.” Dex slips the phone back in his pocket, squinting up at the opening sky. “Do you want to go back in?”
I rest my head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his hand where it presses against my side—my silent refusal to do anything but keep touching him. “Sometimes I wonder how much that camming job makes you, but then I think I probably don’t want to know.”
He chuckles and tilts my chin up to pepper small kisses over my lips and cheeks, bringing his hand up to cradle my face. “I make enough,” he says with a little smirk. “You know how talented I am.”
I’m the one who laughs this time, smacking him in the chest. “Coming from the man who’s been cock blocking me all day.”
“Baby.” Dex kisses me a little extra filthy, and maybe I crawl into his lap to get a good grip on his hair and tug him close. “In a few days you can fuck me until I scream. Somewhere we don’t have to worry about who hears.”
“That’s not today.” His cock presses against the ass of my pants, and I rock mine into his stomach. “Sounds like you have plans for me, though.”
Dex moans into my mouth, moans my name, and it’s like we’re dancing to a beat that only the two of us can hear. My heartbeat sounds like a celebration drum in my ears, so loud that I can’t hear a damn thing above it.
My clothes are nearly soaked through from the rain, but I keep pushing—pulling hot as sin sounds from Dex’s lips, encouraging his hands to roam and explore and warm my skin beneath my shirt.
He tears his mouth away right when I reach between us to palm his twitching cock, knowing that sex is off the table but wanting to feel him in my hand, wanting his cum and the sweet submission he gives up to me.
“Valen,” he growls, sending a sharp awareness through my body. The desire, theneed, to give him what he wants is all consuming.
“Please.” I press a kiss to his jaw, down his neck, while grinding the heel of my palm against his length, and my body absolutely hums at the pleasured noise that leaves his throat.
Dex grabs my wrist with one hand, the other stilling my hips as hot breath fans across my cheek.
“Stop.”
The word is spoken softly, and that awareness from before shifts into alarm. I drop my hands to my side and look up, seeing a strained smile that makes my heart sink.
Oh.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” I scramble off his lap, guilt eating away at my insides as I watch Dex rearrange himself and drag a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry,” I choke out again.
“It’s okay,” he says with a sigh, tipping his head back against the house. “I like your hands on me, but right now…”
“You asked me to stop,” I say, picking at my lip and wondering when the hell I stopped reading whathewanted and instead pushed my own on him.
I just. I want him. I’ve had him for longer than I ever thought possible, and every moment feels like time ticking away, like I’m losing him piece by piece until he decides he’s done playing doting boyfriend and goes back to his playboy lifestyle.
Boyfriend.
God, Dex isn’t my boyfriend.
But I want him to be so motherfucking badly it burns like acid in my throat.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I say in such a small voice I’m not even entirely certain it came out at all.
By the way Dex pulls me into his chest, cages me with those big arms, and kisses the top of my head, it must have.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
I wish that were the truth. I wish he could stay. I wish we could have and hold on to this connection for the rest of our lives.
“I don’t want anyone else to be taken from me.”
