Chapter 26
Dawson
My eyes blurred and I sucked in a harsh breath. I spun around and gave Theo a bruising kiss. I pressed along the length of him, clawing to get close enough that not even a whisper could fit between us.
Theo’s hands dove into my hair, scratching at my scalp in a way that almost made me purr for him. He sucked on my tongue and my dick pushed angrily at my zipper, begging to be freed. All too soon though, he pushed me back and I blinked lazily at him.
“Later, baby,” he promised huskily. “We don’t want the food getting cold.”
I let him lead me over to the set-up where we dropped down, leaning against each other as though any space between us was intolerable.
Remarkably, the food was still fairly hot inside the insulated basket.
Whatever the pasta dish was smelled amazing and when I snuck a bite of a breadstick, I was happy to note they were garlic-free.
That wouldn’t have stopped me from sucking the lips off him later, but it was a perk.
There was even a bottle of wine that he uncorked expertly and poured for us in glasses out of the basket.
“What, no dessert?”
“Oh, I brought that with me,” he said throatily, running his heated gaze down my body slowly. My cock thickened at the promise in his voice. I was so wound up from the last few weeks, I almost begged him to skip the dinner and devour me instead.
We started in on the food, falling into easy conversation like normal. It still amazed me that we never grew tired of talking with each other, moving seamlessly from one topic to the next.
“Do you remember the week during junior year you had the flu, but you didn’t want to miss the big rivalry game against the Timberwolves?”
I tipped my head back, releasing a loud groan. “Holy shit, I had blocked that out. I snuck out, drove to the game and somehow convinced Coach Eames that I was fit to play.”
“And were you?” he asked rhetorically.
“Nope.”
“Nope indeed! You were sick as a dog, yet you still suited up and went out there. I was honestly impressed you made it to the second quarter, but then...”
“Not the ‘then’…”
“But then you lined up for the snap, bent over, and…what happened again?” He leaned over, cupping a hand behind his ear and waiting for my reply.
Instead, I stuck a finger in my mouth and shoved the wet digit in his ear, causing him to yelp and knock over his half-empty glass.
I cracked up at his appalled expression.
He gave an exaggerated shudder. “That was uncalled for…and unsanitary.”
“Kind of like after I bent over and proceeded to projectile vomit on the field right as the ball was passed to me?” I asked wryly, a shiver of revulsion sliding down me at the mortifying memory as he laughed.
“So much for blocking it out,” Theo chortled. He glanced at me as his laughter died down, his gaze turning wary. “Speaking of football, I wanted to ask you about something I noticed at the game today.”
“What was that?”
“A couple times when the cameras caught you, you looked…well, hot as fuck, just to put that out there, but also kind of…empty. Like you wanted to be anywhere but there.”
His words struck me like a blow to the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me. I had tried to smile big every time I knew the cameras would likely be pointed at me, hiding the soul-deep exhaustion I felt while playing. It evidently still hadn’t been enough.
“I’m almost positive no one else saw it, babe. I swear.”
“You did though,” I pointed out. Theo shrugged.
“I’ve always seen the real you.”
That had been true from the beginning. Theo had looked past what others had dismissed as weird or aloof, taking the time to peel away the layers and find the real me, even when I made it damn difficult sometimes.
“I don’t want to play professional football,” I began slowly. “I love the sport and all, it’s just not what I want to do with my life. But every time I play, I think about how I’m letting down my coach and disappointing Dad and Grandpa, and it’s starting to get to me.”
Theo scooted closer until we were connected from shoulder to ankle, side by side, leaning his forehead against mine.
“What do you want to do instead, Mercury? What do you see when you think about the rest of your life?”
I thought about all the plans I had for the music industry and building something so others could connect with music the way I had growing up. However, there was only one answer that came to mind.
“You. You’re what I see, Theo.”
He moved back just enough to pierce me with those brilliant pools of blue.
“You have me. Whatever you want out of life, wherever that takes you, I will be there. I’d follow you across time itself. There’s no version of me that doesn’t include you.”
I didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly all I could feel, taste, and smell was Theo. His wine-laced lips attacking my mouth, his strong hands gripping my hips to haul me onto his lap, his citrus-cedar scent that infiltrated my senses like a seductive drug.
I ran my hands down his defined chest, smoothing my hands around his shoulders to push off his button-down. When I gripped the hem of his undershirt, he took hold of my wrists to halt me.
“How far do you want to take it tonight? I need the words.”
“As far as we can go,” I rasped. “Fuck me, Theo.”
His eyes flared with desire and he gave me a quick, hard kiss. “Up the ladder, baby.”
I climbed off his lap and went for the loft ladder. I was only halfway up when Theo reached from behind me, undoing my jeans and yanking them and my briefs down my legs.
“Woah, what the fuck?” I blurted, clinging to the rungs and shooting Theo a bewildered look. My ass was now level with his face, and he was grinning wickedly up at me.
“Sorry, babe. I just wanted dessert first.”
He nipped me with his teeth and I let out a curse that morphed into a deep groan as he sucked a mark into my flesh. He carefully parted my cheeks and heat flooded me when I felt him drag his nose along my crease.
“Fuck me, you smell so damn good,” he sighed, his warm breath coasting across my skin. “Can I taste you, get you ready for me?”
I nodded even as I shook slightly, suspended there for his pleasure. Of course he noticed and he swept his hand up my back tenderly.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. A little nervous, I guess…”
“It’s just me,” he whispered, kissing the dimples in my lower back that he used to spend hours tracing with his fingers and tongue.
It didn’t make a lick of sense that I was nervous.
This man had taken me apart time and again, memorizing every inch of my body, yet this time it seemed bigger, greater, as though I wasn’t hanging from a ladder, but the edge of a cliff.
“We can stop if you want—”
“No, please don’t,” I rushed out. “I want this. I want all of it.”
He rubbed soothing circles up and down my thighs, planting soft kisses anywhere he could reach, leaching the tension from my bones so I was putty in his hands.
He bared me to his gaze again then licked a long, wet stripe over my hole.
I cried out at the feel of it, clutching at the rungs to hold me up.
With a desperate growl, he dove in and ate me hungrily, licking and sucking until I loosened under his carnal assault.
His tongue probed my entrance, tearing a ragged moan from my throat.
“God, I fucking missed this ass. Your hole is so greedy for it, isn’t it?”
All I could do was whimper as he plunged back in, making me dizzy with need as the wet, sloppy sounds of him feasting on me echoed in the barn.
“Theo, please—oh shit…I need you,” I whined, low and rough.
Finally, he released me and I sagged, panting against the ladder. He righted my clothes as best he could and swatted my ass lightly to get me moving. We climbed up to the loft and my lips quirked up at the thick pallet of blankets and pillows laid out with candles flickering around it.
“Wow, nothing says romance like a fire hazard,” I sassed. “Wait, your dad didn’t set this up too, did he?”
“As hot as that would be—literally—they’re not real. Also no, I came down and did it early this morning before the game. Our date wasn’t the only thing I wanted to go back and improve on.”
“But our first time wasn’t up here.”
“Yeah, well…I have a lot to make up for and giving you a perfect second-first time is part of that,” he murmured and I understood what he meant.
Unwelcome images of Theo and Corvin on my bed mingled with the memories of Theo taking my virginity there, but I shoved them down before they could ruin the moment.
I turned and drew him to me, kissing up the column of his neck. “So take me. Make me yours again.”
Theo claimed my mouth in a searing kiss, walking me backwards and guiding me to lie down on the bedding. He started a slow grind with his hips, rocking against my hardening cock in a steady motion that drove me crazy.
We shed our clothes between drugging, unhurried kisses while the air around us thickened and crackled.
Theo trailed his lips down my throat to my chest, circling my nipple with his tongue before biting it gently.
I hissed and dug my nails into his shoulders while he sucked the tiny bud into his mouth, working it over torturously before moving to the other side, giving it the same attention.
Theo continued his sensual exploration until he was right above my swollen, leaking dick.
He blew on it, chuckling soundlessly when it jerked and strained towards him.
With no warning, he swallowed my length and I arched off the mat, moaning helplessly as he took me deep.
I peered down to see his plush lips stretching around me in the sexiest fucking way and I nearly came at the sight.
He sucked me down over and over, messy and loud, his spit running down into my crease. I felt his fingers tap my hole, swirling the wetness there and teasing me with the slightest pressure. I keened, my hips thrusting up involuntarily to get him closer.