“I would never treat my son the way you treated yours.”
“Get off my porch. Right now, before I call the police,” Liam hissed. “You have no right to come here and tell us how to raise our children. You’re just like them. And you’ll see. You’ll regret the choices you made.”
I raised my brows. “Don’t project your sins on me.” My eyes shot to Yolanda, who looked horrified. Whether it was my words or her husband’s, I wasn’t sure. “I guess I’ll see you in hell.”
Then I turned and walked back to the car.
LATER THAT NIGHT, WHENDean was asleep after I filled him with my cum and then promptly slipped a plug inside him to keep it there, I couldn’t help but watch him. His green tresses were spread out on the pillow, and as I reached up to curl a piece around my finger, I felt happier than I had in years. Falling in love with Dean had scared me. I might still be terrified that I would lose him, but that was a risk I was willing to take. He was worth the fall. I meant what I had told his parents, his friends, and family, that I would make sure that he was happy for the rest of his life. Beyond that, if it was possible.
“Why are you awake?” Dean muttered; his eyes still closed. He sighed and rolled onto his back, the blanket exposing his chest and piercings. “Are you having second thoughts?”
What?
“Look at me, Pink baby.”
When he showed me those beautiful emerald eyes, I leaned forward to slant my lips over his.
“You are not a second thought. Not ever, do you hear me? I want you and only you.” I let out a long sigh before I spoke again. “I went to see your parents. I just wanted to tell them how amazing you were. I hadn’t expected them to be so terrible. But I don’t regret it. They needed to know how perfect you are. And that they didn’t ruin you or your brother, because you’re both happy now. That you’re both loved so fiercely. And you always will be.”
Tears welled in his eyes, then slipped out and slid into his ears. “Baby,” Dean whispered.
I gathered Dean up into my arms and cradled him against my chest. I stroked the back of his head, combed my fingers through his hair, and cooed softly in his ear. I told him how much I loved him. How I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together, and that he was perfect. Beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, and all mine.
“I can’t believe that you went to see them.” Dean sniffed as he brushed the wetness from his face.
I kissed his forehead. “I’d do anything for you, Pink.”
The blush that crept up his neck and over had me wanting to give him the world.
“Just love me. That’s all that I want.” Dean touched my face with his fingers, trailed them down my cheek, and then gripped the back of my neck. “And fuck me when I beg you.”
I chuckled. “That’s it?”
“Yeah, Beau, that’s it. You make me happy. You and Cole.” He sighed softly as I cradled him against me. I eased myself back to lie on the mattress, keeping him next to me.
I watched Dean’s lids grow heavy with sleep again. “He loves you, too, you know.”
“I love him,” he murmured.
I smiled. “I hope you’ll call him your son someday, too.” I had plans for that. Ones that included asking Dean to marry me, tospend the rest of his life with me, and be a permanent part of my life. And Cole’s.
“I want that.” Dean’s words were slurred.
I didn’t want to keep him awake. We were headed home to Boston tomorrow, and there would be no more hiding. No more pretending that we weren’t together. And that was going to cause a lot of commotion. There would be no pomp and circumstance with us being together. We were going to start holding hands, living together, and that was enough. What people thought or said wasn’t our problem.
When Dean had fallen back to sleep again, I glanced up at the ceiling and smiled. “Thank you for bringing him to me, Trish,” I whispered. Because I knew it was her. That an angel had brought me the love of my life. A man who loved me and Cole. Someone I would never take for granted again.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Dean
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I paced the living room of Beau’s apartment. Or I guess it was mine now, too. We had been back in Boston for a week, and today was the day that Cole came home from camp. Beau hadn’t told him I was here or that we were officially back together yet. We had both agreed it would be kind of a great surprise, so I waited at home while Beau went to pick him up from the airport.
I was nervous. I couldn’t help it. I was worried that maybe Cole would be mad or didn’t want me living with them. No matter how much Beau assured me that wasn’t true.
I sighed and slipped my phone from my pocket as it went off again. But I couldn’t help but chuckle when I saw the pictures Maverick had sent to band group chat. How happy he looked. The smile on his face that never seemed to leave. In this picture, both Maverick and Jackson had snorkels on as they stood in front of clear blue water. Big, goofy smiles split their faces, and I couldn’t stop the one that spread over mine. This was my brother. The Maverick I knew. Not the person he had been pretending to be.
Maverick:We swam with dolphins today! It was so cool. We’re having the best time.
