Jameson
“This is really nice,” I say as I walk around the house Garrison is renting in Hayes.
He chuckles, that slow, easy grin on his handsome face. “You sound surprised.”
“I am,” I say teasingly, but truthfully, the house is perfect. It’s small, only two bedrooms and one bath, but it’s fairly new and not falling apart. It has a fenced-in backyard and a patio. A cool countertop bar in the middle of the kitchen with stools to eat breakfast or drink coffee.
The house is perfect.
And I’m not moving in.
I should be. I can’t stop the sense of dread that I’m making a huge mistake by not moving in. Garrison was not wrong when he said I feel compelled to go along with part of my dad’s plan. Like him being okay with me being with a man makes it so I owe him.
And the thought of that makes me sick.
I don’t owe him a goddamn thing.
“Hey.” He walks to me, standing behind my body as I stare out the large sliding-glass door overlooking the backyard. “Maybe someday, you’ll be here too. Moving your stuff in.”
Someday.
We say that a lot. But I think we both know it’s all bullshit. Someday, maybe he’ll find a guy with some balls, someone who will be with him with no other obligations. Who will go after what he wants and not what everyone else wants for him.
“You’re tense.”
I turn around, letting his hands drop to circle around my lower back. “You hate me?”
He chuckles as if that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “No.”
“I should be moving in with you.”
He leans his forehead against mine and is quiet—way too quiet for Dixon—before he finally speaks. “I wish you were. I wish it were different, I can’t lie, but we’ll get through it. Two hours distance isn’t a big deal.”
“They’re pouring the foundation tomorrow.” On my house. My house on the farmland I don’t want without Dixon, who I want.
He nods, his forehead dragging against mine. “Stay the night?”
A slow smile takes over my face as I nod. “Your bed isn’t even here yet.”
He ordered a new one, and it won’t be delivered until tomorrow. “We’ll make do,” he says before leaning in and kissing me softly, slowly making my heart ache with the need to stay here with him forever.
His hands move to the hem of my shirt as he slowly pulls it up and over my head, letting it fall to the floor. His mouth moves slowly over my neck and down to my collarbone, licking and sucking along the way. He teases my nipples with his mouth, dragging a hand over my stomach.
I’m hard as a rock and need him desperately because I’m a selfish bastard who’s going to take whatever he’ll offer me. “I want you inside me,” I breathe out and feel his lips curve into a smile against my lower abs as he makes his way lower and lower.
“We’ll get there.” He takes his time, far too slowly, driving me insane as he removes the rest of my clothes. We move over to the bar where he spins me toward it, so my hands are resting on the granite.
He lowers to his knees, biting each cheek of my ass with his teeth and then licking over it, pulling desperate noises from me as I beg him to finally get inside me before I completely lose it.
But he totally ignores me, pulling my cheeks apart and running his tongue over my hole in reverent, lazy circles and making me whimper.
“Dixon. Please.” I hate begging, but for him, I will.
When I feel him stand and hear his jeans unzipping, then feel his cock slide between my cheeks, I can finally breathe. We decided to ditch condoms. We’ve both been tested, and we love each other. That’s all that matters right now. I trust him, and he can trust me.
He must have grabbed some lube at some point because I feel lubed-up fingers enter me, stretching me and getting me ready for him. His cock drags along my ass cheek, and then finally, he’s inside me, filling me and making me feel whole.
He’s taking his time, slowly thrusting inside me, his body blanketing mine as I lean into the counter and reach back, grabbing his hair in my hand and kissing him hard. “Fuck. Me.”
He smiles. “Be patient.”
“Fuck that.” I’m breathless and desperate.
Finally, he pulls nearly all the way out and then slams back into me, hitting my prostate and making me clench hard around him. We both grunt and groan as we move together until I’m spraying cum fucking everywhere, and he fills my ass with his release.
We’re breathing hard and sated when he pulls out, and we both end up bare-assed on the kitchen floor. “I’m starving,” he says, and I laugh.
“You’re always hungry.” I reach for my phone on the counter and plant myself back down on the floor, not caring about the cold against my skin. “I’ll order a pizza.”
“Sounds good to me.” I lay my head against his shoulder and make the order, trying not to think about tomorrow.
The cement being poured for the foundation of my house perfectly symbolizes my own choices trapping me where I don’t want to be. Making it all permanent when I’d much rather be here with Dixon.
“How the hell did we get here?”
He isn’t sarcastic, and he doesn’t make a joke. He knows exactly what I’m talking about. “I don’t know, but I’m glad we did.”
“It hasn’t been easy. Nothing is easy with us,” I say, thinking about how fast and hard we’ve fallen in love. Wondering how it can be real when it happened like that.
“I don’t want easy, Jameson.” I turn my head to look at him. “I want you.”
Goddamn him. “Sometimes you can be so elegant with your words.”
He grins at that and kisses my lips softly, letting his hand linger on my cheek. “Don’t doubt us, okay?”
I hate how easily he can read me now. “Can it be real? Can I really go from detesting you to loving you so damn fast?”
Again with that easy fucking grin on his face that I love. “I don’t think you ever actually detested me.”
I kiss his lips softly and nod because there’s really no arguing that. I was angry about a lot of things before we got together. I was mad at the world for not being able to speak my truth, and then Dixon came in.
Not afraid of anything. Brave as hell. And he rocked my entire world.
How could I not fall in love with him?