26. Dorian - August
TWENTY-SIX
Dorian - August
I FEEL LIKE I’M DROWNING - TWO FEET
A small whine pulled me from the haze of sleep, slowly dragging me back to reality. I groaned, reluctant to leave the dream I’d been in—Noah was curled up around me, her legs tangled with mine, her exhales brushing against me. I blinked, trying to shake off the fog, and realized Noah was still nestled in my arms.
My heart pounded a bit harder as I tugged her closer, savoring the sensation of her against me. For a moment, I just stayed there, listening to the sounds of her breaths. I took her in—her curls spread across my chest, the soft curve of her slightly parted lips, and all I could think about was kissing her again.
Another whine came, louder this time, snapping me out of the moment. I looked over to see Walker eyeing me. His claws tapped against the floor as he pranced around.
“Alright, alright,” I said. “Let’s get you outside,” I whispered, hoping to not wake Noah.
She stirred slightly as I moved her from me, careful not to wake her as I stood. The TV droned on, the show we hadn’t paid attention to still playing. I definitely didn’t plan to fall asleep with her on the couch, but I was not mad at that outcome.
Stretching, I headed to the back door, my muscles stiff from a night spent on the couch. The door slid open with a small whoosh, and Walker shot outside.
I rubbed the back of my neck, glancing at Noah sprawled out on the couch, completely at ease. My chest squeezed, and the corners of my mouth curved up.
Fuck, I like this girl.
Nope. No, I don’t. I don’t.
This is casual.
In the kitchen, I filled the coffeepot with water and switched it on. The drip of brewing coffee filled the space as I leaned against the counter. I went to the door, letting Walker back in as he jogged in happily. Soon, my thoughts began to spiral. Pressing my palms into the cool surface of the counter, I replayed last night over and over.
Every damn detail was etched into my head, refusing to leave. The way she moved. The sounds she made. The way her narrowed eyes burned with desire as she looked at me. And how fucking perfect she was.
Nope.
Casual , I reminded myself again.
Casual.
Before I could reel myself back, smooth arms wrapped around my waist. I hadn’t even heard her wake. Her head rested against my back, her hands slipping under my shirt, her palms were like fire against my skin as she gave a gentle squeeze.
She didn’t speak, and neither did I. I let myself sink into her touch, a fleeting moment I wished could stretch longer, but the pull to face her was impossible to resist.
I flipped around, taking in how stunning she was, even after just waking up.
She was still rumpled from our night on the couch, her eyelids heavy, her cheeks faintly flushed. Beautiful. Too damn beautiful.
“Morning,” she murmured.
I couldn’t help but grin. “I’d say it’s a good morning.” I threw her a wink.
She smirked, her lip caught between her teeth. “Yeah, I guess so,” she replied.
That smile undid me, and I leaned down, giving in to the restraint I couldn’t seem to hold on to when she was around.
There was a moment of hesitation—both of us caught between wanting this and questioning it. But then, slowly, we surrendered to the kiss. I reached up, my hand cradling the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair.
My other hand slid down her backside, smoothing along the gentle curves of her body. Her body moved against mine, a silent answer to everything I wasn’t saying aloud. She whimpered, a sound so undeniable.
There was no hesitation now, no second-guessing what this was anymore.
It was her. It was now.
And it was impossible to stop.
My hand slid lower, gripping her ass, firm under my palms. She moved against me, her hips bucking, and I pulled her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist.
She rocked against my cock, her small frame held tight to me. A moan escaped me before I could stop it.
“Take me to your bed,” she said, brushing my lips.
I paused, pressing my forehead to hers. My eyes searched hers, wondering if she really wanted this.
“Now,” she demanded. But just then, Walker let out a whine. “Walker, bed,” she added firmly. With a reluctant huff, he retreated.
I shook my head, my tongue darting across my bottom teeth.
Adjusting my grip, I moved quickly, hooking her legs securely into my arms.
She laughed, caught by surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Exactly what you told me to,” I replied, already moving, her laughter following us down the hall. “Before I fuck you in my kitchen, peach.”
I walked across the house, her chuckling in my arms. I kicked my door open, grateful my daughter was still with my dad so I could have Noah exactly how I wanted her.
Under me, on top of me, I didn’t give a fuck, but in my bed, moaning my name.
I laid her on the bed and crawled over her.
“Take off your clothes. Now,” she said, surprising me.
“That’s the last order I’m taking from you,” I said as I removed my shirt, tossing it to the floor.
She blushed and nodded.
After removing my sweatpants and boxers, I crawled over her body. She stared at me, unblinking.
“Dorian…”
“Let me make you feel good,” I said, peppering kisses up her body.
I grabbed the seam of her skirt, that same one I pulled up her body last night as I devoured her sweet cunt. My hands trailed up under her shirt.
She gasped. “Fuck, Dorian. Please, I need you.”
Shit, how could I possibly deny her?
Lifting her shirt over her head, her arms got stuck in the sleeves. She tried to get them loose, but I grabbed her wrists, holding them there.
“Leave it,” I said, but tilted my head in a question, making sure I wasn’t pushing her too far.
She nodded and I smirked.
I moved my hands, stroking my cock that was aching for her. I reached for a condom from my nightstand, grateful I kept some stashed, even though I’d never needed them until now.
Tearing open the package, I rolled it over myself, glancing down at her as she licked her lips.
“Patience, baby girl.” I leaned down, then slowly pushed my fingers inside her and groaned. “You always this wet for me?”
She nodded and I replaced my fingers with the head of my cock, running it through her center, gliding it back and forth.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. “You like that? You like feeling my cock rub against your pussy…” I said, stroking it down again. “Like that, peach?”
“Stop teasing,” she gasped as I inserted just my tip into her. Her hips bucked up, daring me.
“Tell me how much you want me, peach. Tell me how badly you need my cock.”
“Please, Dorian. Fuck, I… I need you so bad.”
I took the opportunity and plunged in.
Oh fuck.
She gripped me so perfectly, and I bit back a groan. I couldn’t let it end too soon. Every inch of her pulled me in deeper, and the way she moved, so naturally in sync with me, threatened to unravel my control. Her hands slid along my back, nails raking deeper with each thrust, pushing me to the edge of losing myself. I could feel her everywhere—tight and hot, pulling at my sanity.
I looked down, watching the way our bodies collided, her movements driving me higher, faster. The sight of it, the way she fit with me, how she responded, had me nearly losing it.
I slowed, moving back just enough to savor the pressure, needing to stretch this out. I wanted the moment to last, wanted to make every second count.
She followed my lead, her eyes locking with mine, and I knew she felt it too—the urgency to draw this out, to let the tension build until we couldn’t hold back anymore.
But there was a knock on the door. Her eyes went wide.
Shit.
“Baby, you have to come for me. Now.” She nodded, and our movements came faster, moving in and out with a pace that could only be described as primal.
She moaned. “I’m… almost there. Fuck, Dorian. I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
She met my gaze, gasping, her walls gripping me tighter.
I continued ramming into her, my own release building.
She tensed, her eyes fluttering shut.
“That’s it, baby. Be a good fucking girl and come for me.” Another knock. “Now.”
She obeyed, her back arching off the bed. Her whimpers and moans, combined with her pussy clenching me, sent me over the edge.
“Fuck, Noah… I’m coming.”
I spilled into her, trying to hold myself up so I didn’t crush her tiny frame. Our breaths were wild, coming out in fast pants.
And then another fucking knock.
I jumped into motion.
“I’m sorry, peach. I gotta get the door.” I said, throwing on my pants and shirt before leaning in for one last kiss. “Bathroom is right there.” I pointed to the master bath. “Take your time.”
“Uh…” she panted, trying to catch her breath. “Thanks.” She nodded.
I ran out of the room, quickly trying to compose myself and think of spiders, bad sushi, or even singing the fucking national anthem in my head to try to push away what had just happened.
And how much I liked it.
Fuck, no. Spiders. Creepy crawly spiders crawling on my nuts.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” I muttered, opening the door.
There, on the porch, stood Gracie and my dad, looking a little too awake for this early in the morning.
Gracie’s face lit up the second she saw me. “Daddy!” They walked inside, and Walker's ears perked up at the sound of her voice before he greeted her with a flurry of excited kisses.
“Did you get a dog without me, Daddy?”
“No, that’s Walker, Noah’s dog.”
She laughed as Walker peppered her with kisses.
I couldn’t help but smile, crouching down to her level. “Hey, munchkin. What are you doing here so early?”
Dad stood behind her, scanning the living room, arms crossed. His expression was both amusement and knowing. “We tried calling. Guess you were a little… preoccupied,” he said, looking out to where Noah’s car was.
I rubbed a hand over my face. “Yeah, something like that.”
Before I could say anything else, Noah walked out, somehow looking completely composed, but she still had a flush to her cheeks, the only evidence of what had unfolded.
Good.
“Daddy, why is Noah here?”
“Uh, hi, Gracie. David.” She nodded.
“Who is David?” Gracie asked, her lips pulling into a thin line. “Isn’t your name Dorian, Daddy?”
“David is Papa’s name,” I replied.
“No, his name is Papa,” she argued with a small frown.
“Yes, but his real name is David. David James. Just like you’re Gracie James and I’m Dorian James.”
“Oh, like Aunt Dotty is Dotty James? And Noah is Noah James, right?”
My dad’s gaze moved between the three of us before he let out a howling laugh.
“No, Gracie. Her name is Noah Reid, remember?” I choked out.
“Oh, that’s right. Miss Noah Reid. I remember now.”
“Noah James would be a good name though, huh, G?” my dad said.
Groaning, I muttered, “Dad,” scolding him.
Noah walked over to where we all stood near the entryway.
“Hi, Gracie,” she said, trying to figure out how to manage this delicately. “Your dad and I were just hanging out last night, watching a movie, and I fell asleep.”
“You had a sleepover without me! No fair. Daddy, I need a sleepover.” She stomped her foot and crossed her arms.
David chuckled, quickly disguised it with a cough after my stare.
“You have a sleepover with your aunt coming up, remember?”
Her arms fell back to her sides. “I forgot! Miss Noah Reid James, can you come?”
And then it was my turn to laugh.
“I think we can arrange that,” Noah said.
“You don’t have to,” I said.
“I know. I want to.”
“On that note, I’m heading to the ranch. Give me a hug, G.” Gracie leaned over to hug my dad’s knee before he picked her up with a groan. “Girl, I’m not sure I can do that for much longer,” he said, before giving her a kiss on her forehead.
She chuckled in response. “Love you, Papa.”
“Love you too, sweet girl.”
“I’ll catch you two later,” he said, giving me a wink on his way out the door.
“Hey, Daddy, do you think Noah can stay for breakfast with us? It’s pancake day.”
“I’m sure she has things to do, Gracie girl.” I couldn’t tell if she wanted to say no, but I wanted to give her an easy way out. My eyes narrowed gently at her.
“You know, I’m actually free and would love to have pancakes with you,” Noah replied.
“Gracie, go put your things away, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a minute.”
Gracie darted away, smiling.
I led Noah through the house, away from Gracie’s room. I stopped at the end of the hallway, resting my back on the wall.
“You don’t have to stay just because she asked,” I said.
“Dorian, I want to be here. If I didn’t, I would have left already.”
“Okay…” I replied.
“Okay.”
I expected Noah to back out, to make some excuse and leave. Instead, she smiled like she belonged here—like this was normal, like this was home. And for a second, I let myself pretend it was. I stepped closer, invading her space, grabbing her chin and lifting it.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
My response was my mouth meeting hers. The kiss was unfortunately quick, and she stole all the air from my lungs as she pulled away.
“You look pretty all the time, but something about you first thing in the morning, waking up in my house, made it hard to resist you for another second. Especially if I have to go out there and dance around you in my kitchen for the next hour with my daughter playing chaperone.”
“Daddy!” a shout came from the other room. “Are you coming?”
“Yes, G.”
As she moved away, my heart pounded against my ribs. I wanted more. I craved it—but pushed that thought aside.
Just casual.