“Mm. I’ll think about it. Your family kind of sucks. Except Val.”
I sighed. “Yeah, I know. It was a long shot. I’d just love to have you there. Besides, there’ll be a lot of other guests, not just my family. And I won’t let Everett bother you. I’ll be there in case he tries.”
“I’m not really worried about Everett.”
“What are you worried about?”
He was quiet for a moment, biting down on his bottom lip. Then he shrugged. “Nothing,” he lied.
Was it Albert?
Should I tell him I already knew? About everything?
But…what if he decided to end things right here, right now if I did? I didn’t think I could handle that. Just the thought made me nauseous.
Waiting just a little longer wouldn’t hurt, right?
“I one-hundred-percent believe you,” I said with a smile, kissing him aggressively on the cheek. He shoved my face away, then changed his mind a split second later and dragged it back, closed his mouth over mine, and slowly slid his tongue past my lips.
I groaned and pulled him closer, tilting my head and threading my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He bit my bottom lip with his sharp little teeth, then pulled back and blinked at me with a dazed expression.
I was pretty sure I looked the same.
“So will you come with me?”
His eyes flitted down to my mouth, then back to mine. There was fear in those eyes, but I didn’t know what exactly he was afraid of, and calling it out wouldn’t do any good because he’d deny it. Finally, he said, “Yeah. I’ll go.”
I grinned and pressed a hard, close-mouthed kiss to his lips, smacking obnoxiously when I drew away. “You have no idea how happy I am right now.”
“I mean, I have some idea,” he said, lips twitching. His hand slid between us and curved over my hard-on, making me groan. “Bet I can make you even happier.”
I grinned like the goner I was. “Okay. I’ll play, darling.”
28
FALLING IN LOVE IS LIKE GOING MAD
REESE
Iwoke up with my arms wrapped around Dakota from behind, my face tucked into the back of his neck, my fingers linked with his over his chest, and my cock buried deep inside his ass.
The laziest pleasure sang through my body as I slowly pumped into him. He pushed back onto me every time I drove forward, pulling me deeper and deeper.
The sticky, hazy edges of sleep gradually broke apart and melted away, and the absolute ecstasy shooting through my body had me squeezing him tighter, pressing into him even deeper.
“Dakota,” I whispered, my voice a soft rasp against his skin.
He shuddered against me, then slid a hand over my hip, squeezed, then curved his palm over my ass. “You finally awake?”
The familiar amusement in his voice made me want to bite him, to push him onto his stomach and hold him down while I slid my cock along the spot that drove him over the edge.
“How long have we been doing this?”
“Mm, half an hour? Hard to say, I haven’t been able to get up to loo—unngh.” He moaned and jerked against me, his fingers digging hard into my ass, then trembled and whispered, “Fuck.”
“Turn over,” I told him, barely able to think. He shifted onto his stomach with a groan, mushing his face into the pillow and arching his back. I slid my hands over his, weaving our fingers together and holding tight.
“Ah, fuck, Reese, you feel so good, so fucking good,” he panted, rocking his hips the tiniest fraction.
