Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
Dakota
“ Please, Kota ,” Tad moaned.
Dakota could get used to hearing those words from Tad. Especially when he was on his knees with that sexy ass in the air. Why had he been so stubborn? Waited so long?
“Please what?” he teased.
“Please just fuck me,” Tad ground out. “I need to come.” The fingers of one hand clawed at the bed sheet, his other hand jammed underneath one hip. “I want to come with you inside me.”
It wasn’t that Dakota didn’t want that too. It was that he didn’t want this first time to be over too soon. They’d never get another first time, and he wanted to draw it out as long as possible. His dick pulsed and a drop of come pearled on its tip. It obviously had other ideas.
“Fine.”
Thankfully, Tad had remembered to get the lube out of his bedside drawer. Dakota squeezed the gel onto his palm and fingers. Spreading Tad’s cheeks with one hand, he began to massage his sexy, begging hole with one finger. No matter what Tad wanted, he wasn’t rushing this.
“Kota, Kota, Kota,” Tad chanted.
Dakota’s dick throbbed and his balls tightened. Once he pushed inside, all bets were off. He pressed his index finger inside and past the first ring of muscle and was rewarded with another loud groan. No words this time, just gibberish. Tad’s body quivered underneath his, making it hard to go slowly.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Kota whispered as he pulled his finger back out so he could add another. He was rewarded with a grunt and Tad pushing backward so that Kota’s fingers plunged deeper inside his ass.
As quickly as he could, Kota worked to get Tad ready.
“Soon,” he promised.
Twisting his fingers around, Kota finally found The Spot and was rewarded with another shout of pleasure and Tad pushing his hips further back and trying to grind into the mattress at the same time.
“Fuck, more, fuck.”
Gently Kota removed his fingers, pulled Tad further up, and tapped him on the hip—better to fuck him. In response, Tad spread his knees apart and arched his back.
Spreading a little more lube around, Kota grabbed his steel-hard cock and pressed his tip against Tad’s hole. Tad grunted and his hole released, and then Dakota was inside Tad’s body. Sweat dripped from Kota’s forehead onto Tad’s back, and with his free hand, he gripped Tad’s hip, using it as leverage.
The tightness, the heat of Tad’s body—it was too much and not enough at the same time. He plunged himself further inside, searching again for Tad’s prostate.
“Right there, right fucking there.” Tad’s voice was hoarse with want and need. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
With another gasping cry, Tad’s hole clenched around Dakota’s cock. It seemed like he could feel Tad orgasm, the hot come leaving his body, the pounding of his chest as he tried to catch his breath.
Dakota couldn’t speak. He could only keep moving back and forth while Tad rammed his hips backward again and again in the final throws of orgasm.
The intense friction, the molten heat, the emotional connection between Tad and himself, all worked in tandem to push Dakota over the edge. He couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. His balls, already rock hard, somehow got harder, and then he too was coming. He could feel it over his entire body, even in his scalp and the tips of his fingers.
“Mmphg,” said Tad, his body still shaking from the aftermath.
Dakota released his hips and Tad flopped onto the sheet, where surely there was a wet spot. Just for a minute, Dakota lowered himself down so he was splayed across Tad’s back and then shut his eyes.
“Kota.”
Dakota opened his eyes.
“I need to pee, and too much longer and we’re going to be permanently stuck to the sheets.”
“Damn.” He sat up. His cock had slipped out of Tad without him realizing. “I think I fell asleep.”
“I know I did. But now I really need a shower. And we still have to decorate the tree.”
Dakota was abruptly starving. “Can we order pizza?”
Tad’s stomach rumbled in solidarity as he sat up and swung his legs to the carpet. “Oh my god, pizza sounds fucking amazing right now.”
“You shower, I’ll call it in. The usual?” Dakota asked.
“Yes. If by usual, you mean my usual and your usual,” Tad said, heading for the bathroom.
Chuckling, Dakota followed him. It was too weird to call Gustoso and order a late dinner when he was crusty with come. After wiping himself down with a warm cloth, he padded back out to the living room to find his phone.
“One extra-large with double olives and anchovies pizza coming right up.”
“Omg, you are so disgusting, why do I love you so?”
“What’s that sound?” Tad asked, his voice was raspy with sleep.
Dakota and Tad had slept in the same bed plenty of times, but last night had been different. Because he’d finally let Tad in. Comfortably spooned behind the man in question, Dakota sighed and rolled onto his back.
“Boo. Come back, I was comfortable.”
“It’s my phone,” Dakota said. “I texted Ben about our Boone-Santa theory. He thinks we may be on to something. I mean, it’s something anyway.”
Releasing a groan, Tad sat up. Their shoulders brushed, sending a pleasant shiver down Dakota’s spine. “I forgot that Ben knows Boone and all his Boone-ness. I feel kind of bad. I don’t want Boone to get in trouble, but yeah, our theory does explain why he hasn’t popped the question to Amanda yet and was at the jewelry store. If we’re right, he’s going to be in so much trouble. Mom is going to kill him.”
“Maybe he’ll have to do community service with Jordan and Nick,” Dakota said. “He’d probably rather do a thousand hours of that than face your mom.”
Or the sheriff. Sheriff Morgan was even-tempered, unless he hadn’t had his coffee, but if Boone was behind this, it might just send him over the edge.
“Also true. I’m starting to feel sorry for him. Weird.”
“He’s going to have to face Morgan and your folks, then see if Amanda forgives him. But we still don’t know for sure that he’s responsible.”
“Oh, yes, we do,” said Tad, shaking his head. “Once you put it all together, this has Boone’s name written all over it. Anyway, what does Ben say?”
Dakota read through Ben’s text. “The department apparently owns a metal detector. He’s at the station now and will get the bags out for us. If we don’t find it, we can take the detector to where the toys were dumped and see if the ring fell out there. It’s a long shot.”
Tad hopped up. “Let’s get over there!”
“Showers and coffee first.”
“Shower—singular—and travel mugs.”
“Fine,” Dakota said with a laughing sigh. “But why do I think a shower together might take us longer?”
“The key word here is might ,” Tad said as he headed toward the bathroom.
“You were right. Don’t gloat.” Tad grabbed his keys and messenger bag off the kitchen counter. “Let’s go.”
His grin was mischievous and possibly contagious because Dakota found himself smiling too. Dakota had been right—showering together took twice as long as it normally did for him alone, but he’d already decided against pointing it out.
“Are you headed over to talk to Curtis after this?” he asked a few minutes later as they walked together from the parking lot to the Sheriff’s Office entrance.
They’d both driven since Tad had work to do and a shift at Jake’s later. Dakota noted that the holiday decorating fairies had finally found their way to the station. The evergreen shrubs on each side of the entrance had been wrapped with colorful blinking lights, and what looked to be handmade snowflake cutouts had been taped to the inside of the windows.
“I’ll stop by The Chron first. I need to download pictures from my camera, then I’ll drive out to ‘the prison’ and talk to Curtis. I promised him a burger from Jake’s and I don’t want it to get cold.”
“The prison?” Dakota snorted as he reached the door and pulled it open.
“Curtis is not happy in the rehab center. But he might be less agitated if we figure out what Peter Kline and DreamDwell are up to. Hi, Gloria.” Tad beamed at the older woman. “The decorations look great.”
“Thank you,” the dispatcher said, returning Tad’s smile. “Ben’s in the back. Also, Sabrina Suarez called to let us know that her tenant returned.” Gloria shook her head. “She’d gone on a spontaneous trip to Disneyland with an old friend. Apparently, she did leave a note, but her cat knocked it behind a cabinet and Ms. Suarez never found it. Then, on the first day, she left her cell phone on one of the rides, which was why Sabrina couldn’t reach her. A comedy of errors, I guess.”
“That’s incredible news.” Dakota felt a rush of relief that nothing terrible had befallen Marcy Auchler. “Sucks about her phone, but I hope she had a great trip. Come on, Tad. Let’s see if we’re correct about our other mystery.”
Dakota led the way down the hall to the evidence room. The door was propped open, and Ben had the dismembered bears out, all ready for them to go through.
Just five minutes later, Tad triumphantly held up his grandmother’s wedding ring.
“Got it,” he said with satisfaction. “Now, let’s track down Boone before he does anything else ridiculous.”
“What about Curtis?”
“He can wait a little longer. It’s not as if he’s going anywhere.”
Dakota eyed his—yes, boyfriend. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”