Chapter 22 #4
"Well, I guess maybe you are taking what they said seriously. Good for you. I can't wait to meet him."
She's referring to the fucking lecture I got at the wedding about how I never take anything seriously, and that it's time for me to stop fucking around—literally and figuratively—and find someone I can lean on and settle down.
And for about the thousandth time, they brought up that I didn't go to the university they picked out for me and how disappointing it was.
But I couldn't leave Nolan. Who would take care of him?
The entire event felt like a fucking roast.
And guess what? I didn't take anything they said seriously. This has nothing to do with them.
"You've already met him—it's Nolan."
"Dax…" she shakes her head.
"What?" I start a third cup of coffee.
"Nolan cannot be your boyfriend. He can't make you better."
"You're wrong about that."
"No, I'm not, Dax. He's barely functional in society. And he bit a bird's head off once."
"Why does everyone keep saying that? It never happened."
"Because it did happen! I'm pretty sure there's a YouTube video somewhere."
"Yeah, okay. Send me the link." I roll my eyes and grab all three mugs.
"Why do you have three coffees?" Juliette asks. "Who else is here?"
"My girlfriend."
"Dax…" she throws her hands up, exasperated. "You cannot have a girlfriend and a boyfriend."
I shrug, heading toward the stairs. "Well, I do. I don't know what to tell you."
"I'm telling Mom."
"Juliette, I don't care."
"You should care! They're going to cut you off, Dax. I know you think they're joking, but they're not. You don't hear what they say when you're not around. They're tired of you acting like a petulant child."
"That's ridiculous. I'm clearly a petulant grown man."
"That's not funny. You're not a teenager—no one thinks it's funny anymore."
"Well, you should have raised me better," I tell her. "Pull the stick out of your ass and have a great fucking day, Jules."
As I make my way upstairs, the door slams. I turn, watching through the front windows as Juliette gets into her car and drives off.
Juliette is wrong about Nolan, but the 'cut you off' threat has been coming up more often lately, and I don't fucking like it. At all.
I push the bedroom door open with my shoulder and set the coffees down just before Saige rolls over in bed.
"Hey," she says.
"Hey, pretty girl." I hand her a coffee and sit at the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"A little sore, but good."
"I think we should go out for breakfast—or I guess it would be lunch now—when Nolan finishes working out. You can wear whatever disguise you need to so people don't find out you're madly in love with me."
"I better make it a good one, then. I wouldn't want anyone to think that."
I lean in and kiss her just as Nolan walks into the room. "Did you say you want to go to breakfast?" he asks, grabbing the extra coffee.
"Yeah."
"Okay, let me take a really quick shower."
"I'll give you some space," Saige says. "Oh, shit. I have nothing to wear."
"Nah, I washed your clothes last night. They should be in the dryer now."
"Oh…thanks."
"You're welcome, baby. It's the door beside the garage. And if you want to shower, you can use the one downstairs, too."
"Okay."
Once she leaves, Nolan locks the bedroom door. "Do you care if I steal more of your clothes?"
"What's mine is yours."
"Thanks."
I lie back on the bed, watching him pick out some clothes and then strip down before heading toward my en suite bathroom, scarred from his neck to his hips, down his arms and the front of his thighs.
If he were still alive, I'd kill him all over again.
"I love you," I tell him.
"I love you, too."
After he closes the bathroom door, I get a text from my mom.
MOM I just talked to Juliette. She said you told her that you and Nolan are together now, and you have a girlfriend.
I was just fucking with Jules.
You do realize there are cameras in the backyard, don't you?
The fuck? Why would she watch them?
You can't date a girl like that, Dax. Don't bring her home again. And you can do a lot better than Nolan.
What about Nathan's cousin, Liliana, from the wedding? You two seemed to hit it off.
I lock my phone, toss it aside, and then knock on the bathroom door.
"It's unlocked," Nolan says.
I open the door, step inside, and lock it behind me. "Can I get in?" I ask him. "I'm feeling angsty."
He chuckles a little. "Yeah, go ahead."
I watch through the steamed glass doors as he tilts his head back, rinsing his hair. By the time I undress, his dick is already hard.
I step into the shower behind him, wrapping my hand around it. He leans back against me, closing his eyes, his breath heavy while I stroke him in my fist, my own hard cock pressing against his ass.
I love the way he melts under my touch. I love his moans—low rumbles coming from somewhere in his chest. I work his shaft, taking my time with the tip while my own grows so hard it starts dripping cum while I rock against his backside.
"How are you feeling?" I ask him.
"Mmm…ten."
"Ten, really? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
I take my own dick in my hand, fisting the base, feeling it twitch in my hand when I pump it. "Bend the fuck over," I rasp, running my other hand down his back.
Nolan bends over, bracing himself on strong arms against the bench seat along the opposite side of the shower stall. I run my cock over his entrance, watching him tense in anticipation.
"Relax…" I tell him before pushing the tip past the tight ring.
He groans, I stay there for a minute, exhaling slowly, my dick fucking throbbing, giving him a few seconds to get used to it. Then I thrust into him, pulling out slowly.
It's so fucking tight on my dick; it's been a while since I've fucked him like this. My balls tighten as I slowly thrust my hips into him, running my hands up his back, gripping his strong shoulders.
When he moans, pushing back against me, I almost fucking lose it. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good on my dick…"
"Do it," he says through clenched teeth. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
That's all I needed to hear. I give him every inch of my dick, pounding into him from behind, wet skin against wet skin and Nolan's groans echoing through the bathroom. Part of me wishes Ripley was on the other side of that door, listening to me tear his ass apart and how much he fucking loves it.
Fuck, I'm going to come. And from the sound of it, so is Nolan.
Without relenting in my assault on his ass, I reach around the front of him, wrapping my hand around his pulsing cock, and listen to him fucking growl.
"Fuck!" he roars.
His entire body shudders beneath me while he comes, his tight hole clenching around my dick, fucking milking me inside him. "Oh, fuck, yes…" I groan as I fill him. "Fuuuck…"
I think I could die like this. I wouldn't even be mad about it.
After he's taken every last drop of my cum, I pull out, quickly washing before leaving him in the shower. Then, I pick my phone up from the comforter and stare at the messages again, but decide not to reply. What's the point, anyway?
By the time Nolan emerges from the bathroom, fully dressed, I've buried it somewhere in the back of my mind and don't think about it for the rest of the day.