Chapter 6 #2
He trembles underneath me.
“I’m all yours, Trav,” he rasps, tears still falling.
“And what are you not gonna do ever again?”
“Use decoy men as fake boyfriends from Benduovr.”
“Buddy’s lucky he got away with all his fingers.”
Cupping his cheek, I kiss him one more time, as if that dude’s here and I’m showing him how mine my pretty boy is. When I release his lips, I look down at his face, tinged a delicious red, wet, and ruined.
“I suppose you’ve suffered enough.”
Getting down between his legs, I suck him into my mouth again, but this time there’s no more teasing, no more edging, just pure and brutal reward, with him still suspended by my verbal restraints. I draw it out of him with slow strokes and deep suction, my hand curling tight around the base.
He sobs, he moans, he shatters, coming with a noise so raw it makes my heart fucking seize. Like something got ripped out of him and replaced with me.
Dirk’s come so hard, he can’t move. Bliss-filled eyes flutter. “That was … was incredible. Fuck. And boy, did I ever learn my lesson. I thought I was gonna die. Would have been the best death ever, though.”
I kiss across his thigh and to his hip. I press a final kiss on the head of his cock. He keeps glancing at me. “What?”
“I wanna return the favor, but I’m sensing you want to put a wrap on tonight. Was this a one off?”
How much do I wish I could keep him here?
But we’re on borrowed time. He can’t be missing from his house for too long.
I suppose he and fucking Arthur could have hooked up at his place, but sometimes Dash gets here early in the morning.
I don’t want to risk him finding out before we figure out what we’re doing.
Until we figure out if we can.
I make myself comfortable beside him on the couch, lacing his fingers between mine. “I’d never do what I just did and drop you, Dirk. Never. I can’t see the future, though. I don’t know if we’ll work, but I’d like to try. Slowly.”
“Me too. Slow is a good idea, but I warn you, it’s gonna be hard for me to keep my hands off you now that you’re my boyfriend for real.”
“Boyfriend? How did me sucking your cock demote me from husband?”
He shrugs. “You said slow, Trav. Just doing what you said.” He smirks.
Yeah, I said it, and yeah, I know it’s the right thing to do, but I don’t like having less ownership. Not sure how to solve this one other than adding my marks to him.
Dirk squeezes my hand. “I can’t say I know how this’ll work out either, but I’m fucking excited to try.” He twists his lips, some of the giddy excitement evaporating. “I’m not convinced you won’t bolt, Trav. You’re doing this despite your better judgment, not because of it.”
That’s the problem with morally gray decisions. I would know. “It’s better if I’m honest with you.”
He nods. “I’d rather you be honest, too. And as much as I’m ready to throw caution to the wind in some ways, I’m hesitant, too. I mean, I’m the one who’ll be changing your diaper at the nursing home. It’s a lot to consider.”
He gets a gentle cuff upside the head for that one. “Watch it.”
Dirk laughs. “Seriously, though. I’d find it concerning if you were willing to jump into bed with a young thing like me. I think it’s good, but I do believe we’re the exception.”
Or maybe love doesn’t have an age.
Scratch that, it does. It’s the age of consent for sure, but Dirk’s of age and consenting. It’s not like we jumped into this.
“Hate to bring this up now, when I’m half dead and probably don’t look as scary, but don’t think you get to avoid me, come back all growly and hot and expect me to roll over for you.”
“Except, you kinda did, pretty boy,” I purr.
He smacks me in the chest. “You’re lucky I find your whole ‘caveman possessiveness’ hot as fuck, and that I let my dick have way too much say, but you’re a fucking jackass for avoiding me—again.”
Tenderly, I rub my thumb over his bottom lip.
“Every time I looked at you, I wanted you. Every time you were within reach, I fought the urge to drag you up here and claim every inch of you. I hated it, hated not touching you. But I had this asinine idea that staying away protected you, because I knew the moment I did it would be over for both of us.”
“Looks like you were only prolonging the inevitable, eh? We’re inevitable,” he whispers as if he’s just coming to that realization himself.
“Damn right we are,” I growl, forehead pressed to his. “And I’m done pretending I can resist you. I’m sorry I tried. I’ll never fucking do it again.”
He nods. “I have another condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I want to be able to touch you whenever I want, um, within reason, of course. I’ll be stealthy. Promise.”
“Fuck yeah, because I’m touching you when I want. Sneaking around’s the fun part of our arrangement.”
“We’re gonna have to keep it from everyone, even Dash,” he stresses. “If he knows, it’ll only be a matter of time before Hunt knows. He still drops by the house now and then. Are you gonna be okay with that?”
“I think it’s for the best. Gives us time to figure things out.”
“Mhm,” he hums, smile returning. I can breathe again.
Huh, didn’t know I was holding my breath.
I distract myself from the overwhelming feelings he fills me with by tracing the lone tattoo.
It means something that it’s the only tattoo on his body.
I’d like to see more. Like “Pretty Boy” stamped where I can see it.
“We, uh, we got that. All of us,” he says as if he might be in trouble for it. “Me and the guys after we won the Calder Cup.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, pretty boy…” I lean back and gesture to my body. I’m a coffee-table book of tattoos. “I love it. You should get another one on your ass: Not Yours—Owned by Travis Nolan.”
“Maybe I will,” he says with a wink, reaching for his pants. Yeah, I guess it’s time for him to go. Don’t wanna let him, though.
He dresses slowly, eyes on me as he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. Hate that. I should be the one driving him places. That’s my job now, to cater to his every need. If we ever get to go public with our relationship, he’ll never have to Uber again.
We have four minutes until his Uber arrives. Should I kiss him again? He decides for me.
Dirk’s hand wraps into my shoulder-length hair. He inhales first, and then his lips press to mine.
And fuck.
Thunder erupts.
I think he meant for it to be a chaste kiss, but there might be no such thing between us. We kiss until we’re breathless, until our lungs collapse in on themselves.