Chapter 6
SIX
The kids were settled in their little bedroom area. They’d gotten a room that was a mini suite, with a foldout couch for the girls, who thought that was grand, and a pair of queen beds in the main bedroom area.
Jack was hoping hard for sharing a bed with Dalton. He sure didn’t want the man way over there in the other one, and Dal had been happy to let the girls be out in the other room…
Dal had jumped in the shower after the girls had washed off and was wearing a tiny little pair of shorts and an old T-shirt, and this was the closest he’d been to relaxed, almost naked Dal in a year.
“I should probably hop in the shower too, huh?” God help him, he’d wanted to go with Dal, but he’d had to watch the girls, and then there had been supper and…
“If you want to, sure.” Dal’s cock jumped, starting to fill in his shorts.
“I ought to. I mean, if you hadn’t already, you’d be welcome.” Look at him. Being all suave.
“Well, I mean… The girls are safe. I can…” Dal sighed and shook his head. “This is hard.”
“Is it?” He held out his hand. “Does it have to be? I don’t want to be mad anymore, baby.”
“I don’t either.” Dal took his hand and stepped in close, the action giving him a rush of adrenaline.
“Come on, then, baby.” He tugged, taking Dalton back toward the bathroom. “You can scrub my back, and I can get any spots you missed.”
“I want you to kiss me first, good and hard, like you mean it.”
“I definitely mean it.” He reeled in Dalton to press their lips together.
Fire lit between them, sharp and wonderful, and Jack groaned, dragging them together. He got one hand on those itty-bitty shorts and pressed them against each other, rubbing.
Dal was rock hard, lips parted and offering him everything. Everything. And he was going to take it. Because he needed his damn husband. He needed to see and touch everything he thought he’d lost.
But he was beginning to believe, now, that his Dal was coming back to him.
He walked them back toward the bathroom, but then he changed his mind. He’d rinsed off after the pool so he wouldn’t have chlorine all over him, so he was just going to take Dal to the bed.
Shower after.
He danced them over to the bedroom door, slid it closed, and eased the suitcase over so that they’d hear the girls if they opened it.
Dal turned off the light and tugged off his T-shirt. “I need you.”
“Anything, baby. As long as it’s you and me right here.” He wasn’t going to stop now unless the girls had an emergency.
Dal nodded and started working on his jeans, his lover focused as fuck. His cock didn’t know what to do, with those beloved hands right there. And it got hard as a rock, his hips moving in a slow circle.
“Damn.”
“You’re so freaking hot,” Dalton murmured.
“Me? You’re on fire.”
“Yes. I need you. I haven’t—I’ve been faithful.”
“Baby, I haven’t even looked at anyone else. Not even my cousin,” he teased.
“Shut up.” Dal whapped him, but the laughter filled his fucking soul.
“I love you.” He didn’t expect it back. Not yet. But he had to say it. “And I’m glad you came to give me a set down.”
“I couldn’t bear the thought of you with someone else, not when I love you so much.”
“And I couldn’t be with anyone but you.” He got Dal naked, hands sliding over skin, finding new scars. Well, new to him. “Babe.” God, those broke his heart.
“Shh. I made it. I’m walking. I’m retired.”
“You are. You’re perfect. I just hate that you had to be hurting.” He took another kiss, relieving them of the necessity of talking.
They’d moved beyond a nice long talk anyway.
Dal was erect and rubbing, tongue demanding his focus and response. Fuck, he loved this. He half lifted Dal and they moved to the bed, getting prone with gratifying quickness.
Dal grabbed his cock and started stroking, good and firm. The friction made his toes curl, made his breath come hard and fast.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and his lips parted. “Babe.”
“Uh-huh. Need you. You’re so hard for me.” Dal’s words set him on fire.
“I am. I want you so damn much.” He needed lube. Where the hell had he stashed it? He’d brought it with him…
“Did you bring lube? I did.”
Oh, someone else had been hoping. He loved that.
He loved it even more when Dal grabbed it from the bedside table.
“Good man. I have no idea where I left mine.” He grinned wildly, because he was hurting, he needed this so much. His belly felt a little like someone had punched him. But it was amazing. So freaking good.
“Mmm. Here. Get me ready.”
His body roared at that, his blood pounding in his veins, swelling his cock even more. But he managed to get the tube in hand and opened, wetting his fingers so he could slide them back along Dal’s crease to his hole.
He slid one finger in deep, and yeah, Dal had been without as long as him. He could tell—tight, hot, and perfect. He might die when he slid into that perfect, blazing sheath.
Dal’s lips parted, his eyes rolling back. “God, I missed you.”
He heard that. It echoed through him like a drumbeat.
“Yes. God, baby.” He bent to lick along Dalton’s collarbone, then nipped his neck, all the while opening him up. Getting him good and slick. He needed Dalton to be ready to ride when it was time.
“Tell me this is real,” Dalton begged.
“It’s real.” He nipped Dal’s bottom lip hard enough for it to sting. “We’re real.”
Jack kissed his way along Dal’s jaw to whisper in his ear, “And tomorrow when you’re walking bowlegged around the zoo, you’ll know it is.”
Dal barked out a hard, happy laugh, then he turned his face and kissed Jack hard enough that the world stopped.
And he simply sat there and panted, two fingers buried in Dal’s sweet ass.
“I love you.” Dal broke their kiss and stared deep into his eyes. “I love you. You’re my motherfucking soul.”
Jack just nodded. “I’m going to make this right.”
“We will.” Dal’s hole clenched around him, reminding him that he was in the middle of finger fucking his lover. “You’re tempting fate. We don’t have a lock on this door. Come on.”
“Right.” He slipped out and slicked his fingers up again before pushing three in, loving the little hiss and moan that earned him. “My cock’s bigger,” he teased.
“I know. Intimately.” Dal got into the action, squirting lube on his fingers and beginning to work his prick, the calluses slick on his shaft.
Jack gasped as it tugged at his skin just the right way.
He got it now. Why Dal would ask if this was real. It felt like a dream. It felt like a fever dream that he’d had at least a hundred times since Dal’s accident, and now it was real. He was desperately into this being real.
“Don’t make me beg.”
Jack shook his head. “No, never.”
He’d give Dal anything he wanted. All he had ever do is ask.
He pulled his fingers away and scooted in, easing in between Dal’s thighs, loving the way that his husband opened up for him.
“You’re gonna have to be easy.”
“What?”
Dal stared at him through the darkness. “I broke my back. I haven’t done this since then. I hope it doesn’t hurt.”
He nodded. “Just say the word; there’s a hundred positions we can do this.”
He wouldn’t hurt Dalton for the world.
“I’d like to start with number thirty-seven, please.”
Jack chuckled and rubbed the tip of his cock against the slick, tight little hole, gasping at the jolt of sensation as he pushed against the rim, making his toes curl.
“Coming in.” He thrust gently, and the rasp of the motion almost like sandpaper on this cockhead.
After that, it was easy, and he was sliding in deep. Finally, his hip bones nestled against Dal’s, just like they were supposed to be. “It’s perfect.”
“Uhn.” That sounded positive.
“Should I move?”
Dal’s answer was to grab his hips and tug, hard.
“I guess so.” He laughed for the sheer joy of it and pulled back to thrust again. He trusted Dal to tell him if this wasn’t okay, or if anything started to hurt. He had to trust Dal or none of this was going to be worth a hill of beans.
Dal met his thrusts, feet braced on the bed, one fist shoved in his mouth to muffle the low cries. So fucking sexy, that desperation, but also that need to make sure the kids didn’t hear them. It made his damn balls draw up, but there was no way he was going to shoot first.
Dal’s cock slapped against his belly, leaving wet kisses on his skin.
“Damn, baby.” All he could do was move faster while making sure he didn’t hurt his husband, not even a little.
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Don’t stop.”
“No. Not stopping.” Though he did wiggle around a bit so he could get his hand on Dalton’s leaking cock.
As soon as his fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, Dal bucked, his eyes going wide.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. I want to feel you come on my cock.” Dal did like it when he talked a little, but he kept it low so he didn’t wake anyone.
They rocked and pushed and stroked and moaned, and Dalton’s cock leaked all over his hand, hot drops of come spreading across his skin. He was getting close, and he pushed even harder wanting Dalton right there, right on the edge, teetering.
“Babe, I’m gonna.” Dalton grunted out, his whole body arching, but he didn’t cry out in pain so Jack just squeezed down hard with his hand, really letting him feel the friction as they slapped together.
He swallowed Dalton’s cry with a kiss to keep it from echoing in the room and getting out there in the girl’s area, which was when Dalton came for him, painting their bellies and chests with wet heat.
It only took two more thrusts for him to join his man, his hips rocking hard, and Jack tried to pull his punches so that he wasn’t hurting Dalton. That was the last damn thing he ever wanted to do again physically or emotionally.
Which is probably a stupid wish, because they were going to hurt each other. That was how living with someone worked, but he hoped it never ever got this bad again. In fact, he was going to work every day on making sure it didn’t.
Dalton kissed the side of his neck, stroking his back where sweat had pooled along his spine. “Damn. Damn, Jack.” His breath came out in short gasps.
“Good?” Jack kissed Dalton on the mouth, licking at his lower lip, unable to give up the close contact even as he moved half his weight to the side.
“Uh-huh. So good.” Dal blinked at him, nice and slow. “God, Jack.”
“Yep.” He eased free, then grabbed his T-shirt off the floor to clean them off before he pulled the covers up over them. “That was just right.”
Dalton patted his back, hands clumsy. “That was better than just right.”
“You okay? Not sore?”
“Not one bit. Now, we’ll see how I am in the morning.”
His chuckle came out wry. “You can’t be all stiff and weird. We got to go to the zoo.”
“If I can’t walk straight, you have to explain it to Lena.”
He kissed the tip of Dal’s nose. “I’ll just tell her you were riding an elephant.”
Dalton hooted. “And she’ll want to do it too, then. I’ll just tell her I slipped in the bathtub.”
“Well, I guess that’s better than having to hunt up an elephant, baby.”
“You know it.” Dalton settled against his chest, yawning, and he made a mental note to set the alarm on his phone for fifteen minutes earlier than he’d planned.
He still had yet to take a shower, and he needed to rinse out his T-shirt.