Chapter 24
DAWSON
Iwas dead.
Gone. Finished.
I’d literally fucked my brains out and left them in Iain’s ass.
I had promised to eat him out, but I could barely breathe, let alone move after that intense round of fucking. So, licking my cum out of Iain’s ass would have to wait until the next time.
If there was a next time.
Please, God, let there be a next time.
Another shiver coursed through my body just thinking about how hard I came and how satisfying it was to hear Iain scream my name when he climaxed. I wanted to mark him again, rub my cum all over his body, to make it evident, without words, that he was the only thing I wanted.
I hoped to hell this wasn’t a one-off.
Fast and furious wasn’t the only way I wanted to touch him. But I knew Iain’s skittishness, especially when our sex felt like more than fucking, and I was prepared for his withdrawal.
I thought for sure Iain would do a runner once I pulled my cock out of his ass, but he surprised me, rolled over onto his back, and fell asleep. Was I offended that he knocked off so quickly? Fuck, no. I followed him.
Then I woke up a few hours later, around five in the morning.
Iain was softly snoring beside me, one long, sexy leg thrown over my hip. Despite what his mouth was probably going to say when he woke up, his body sure as hell wanted to be near me and not just for fucking.
I enjoyed the peacefulness of the moment and the opportunity to watch him unguarded.
He was so unforgettably gorgeous to me, his pink lips swollen from my kisses, his body still flushed and warm. His blond hair was a tangled mess on my pillow, and I took a moment to drink in the heady sight of him in my bed.
I realized then and there that tonight wasn’t the culmination of the passionate tug-of-war between us.
It was just the beginning.
And since Iain didn’t do the overnight thing, that meant I was one of the rare men fortunate enough to earn his trust. Just thinking about waking up next to him had my heart thrumming wildly and my blood racing hot.
I stroked one finger over his flushed cheek, memorizing the feel of his smooth skin and dark blond stubble until I reached his lips. So full and tender, I was aching hard to kiss him again.
I never knew what temptation was until now. Until him.
But I held back.
Because the next time I kissed him, I wanted him to see me with eyes wide open.
I knew there would be fear there, trepidation, and uncertainty.
But I also knew something special sparked between us, and as crazy as it might seem to anyone on the outside, I wanted him for more than one night.
He could run, he could brush me off, but I wasn’t going anywhere.
I knew my heart, and it was reaching for Iain. And my gut told me he was reaching for me, too. Whether he acknowledged the magnetic connection between us or shattered my heart into a million pieces, well, that was a worry for another day.
I slid my arm around his waist and cuddled up as close to him as I could get, then closed my eyes again.
Until I heard the faint rumbling of his husky voice.
“Dawson. Baby.”
No, I wasn’t teasing Iain when I said he talked in his sleep.
It was adorable, and I couldn’t help but smile when he said my name. It gave me that flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t alone in my feelings.
Since I didn’t need to be up at the crack of dawn, I closed my eyes again and drifted off to sleep.
The next time I woke up, Iain was on his side, and I was spooning him. The sun peeked through the edges of the curtains and cast the bed in a soft glow.
A deep sense of satisfaction settled in my bones, something I hadn’t felt in ages.
Iain and I weren’t perfect by any means, but this moment sure felt like it.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I reluctantly rolled away from Iain and reached for it. It was just after eight, so there was no rush to get out of bed. The guys didn’t need to be at the venue until noon.
The first message was from Jaxon, courtesy of my mom (I didn’t allow him to have a phone yet), wishing me a Happy Valentine’s Day and accompanied by a funny GIF of dancing hearts.
Shit, I’d all but forgotten about the holiday.
I texted Jaxon back with a promise to call tonight.
Then I remembered that his class was going to exchange cards and have a party.
I’m sure he’d have all sorts of stories to tell me when I called.
I made a mental reminder to pick up a gift for him before we left the city.
Jaxon loved to read, so maybe there was a nearby bookstore I could pop into.
The other messages were work-related but nothing urgent, nothing that couldn’t wait another hour or two.
After I sent my reply to Jaxon, I put the phone aside. I rolled back over and pulled Iain into my arms again, letting out a sigh of contentment.
Iain turned his head toward me and blinked, his blond lashes fluttering. The warmest brown eyes stared back at me.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whispered and gave him a languid kiss.
Surprisingly, he kissed me back. No hesitation, pure passion.
But when I pulled back, and he blinked again, I nearly burst out laughing at the sheer panic that washed over Iain’s face.
Instead of letting his shock get to me, I reached for the pillow under my head and playfully whacked him in the face with it.
“Oh, it’s on,” Iain growled and retaliated, yanking on his pillow to whack me on the side of the head.
“You want to grapple again, sweetheart? Come and get me,” I replied, getting on my knees and taking another swipe, this time at his abs.
“Show off,” Iain chuckled and ripped the pillow away from me, then tackled me until I was lying on my back, and he was straddling my waist.
Okay, so I let him tackle me.
Naked wrestling with Iain was my kind of wakeup call.
All laughter was forgotten as Iain threw the pillow aside and attacked my mouth, biting my lower lip for entry and tangling his hot tongue with mine.
Just like that, playful turned scorching as we ate at each other’s mouths, hungry and desperate.
I rolled him over and pumped my hips, our hardening cocks brushing against one another.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I groaned as I attacked his neck, biting and licking my way down to that tender spot near his shoulder. I bit down and sucked on his skin, and he moaned and writhed beneath me.
“Just like this,” Iain whispered and met me, thrust for thrust, reaching down with those talented fingers of his to squeeze my ass cheeks. “Dawson.”
Frotting was fun and dirty and just what we needed.
Until I looked into his eyes. The intensity in them was unmistakable. He dropped his head back, shuttering his gaze, but I gripped his jaw with one hand and kissed him, holding him there while our bodies undulated against each other.
“Look at me,” I demanded, and Iain’s eyes popped open. “Look what you do to me.”
We pumped our hips faster and faster, both of us frantic in our need to come.
“Beautiful,” I whispered as I stared into his eyes.
Iain’s face flushed a darker shade of red, and then he leaned up to kiss me, our kisses as desperate as our lovemaking.
“I’m close. Oh God, Dawson,” Iain moaned, and when his body jolted, I felt the rush of his hot cum all over my dick and abs.
I was right behind him, shouting his name, my body jerking hard with the force of my orgasm. He ran his callused hands up over my back and cupped my neck, bringing me in for another devouring kiss before I could catch my breath.
Who needed to breathe, anyway?
When we did come up for air, I stroked my thumbs over his cheekbones, peppering the rest of his face with soft kisses.
And when he smiled at me, the sight made my heart clench so hard in my chest I was winded again.
I didn’t want to leave Iain or this bed. God, I was drunk on him.
“That was the fastest, but hottest, frotting in history,” Iain teased and gave me another kiss. “We came like frantic, horny teenagers.”
“It’s all your fault,” I replied, nuzzling his neck.
I didn’t miss his sharp inhale.
“My fault?”
“Yes, you. You’re too goddamn sexy, and you ruin my control.”
Iain chuckled. “You like me.”
“No shit.”
That response got me a hard pinch on the ass.
“Shower time,” I suggested. “Before we become permanently glued together.”
“You wouldn’t want that. I’d drive you nuts.”
I shook my head. “You already do, and yet, here I am.”
Before he could retaliate, I took his lips again.
The shower would have to wait.