I try to take a step back too, but Dalton squeezes my hand. A silent request to stay beside him.
“This is Sam,” Dalton says. Even his voice is stiff. It’s like he doesn’t want to show his dad any emotion, like he might regret it later. “Sam, this is my dad. Levi.”
“Sam.” Levi holds out a hand to me. “It’s good to meet you. Dalton’s barely told us anything about you.”
“Levi,” Ronnie chastises.
“What? I’m just stating a fact. I’m not allowed to talk about how he doesn’t visit?” There’s the smallest hitch in Levi’s voice. I’ve heard my father’s anger enough to know it, and this isn’t it. Whatever’s going on between them, Levi’s hurt.
“Sam, maybe we could show you to the guest room,” Sophia says, her smile tight.
I glance at Levi, then Dalton. I should probably go with her. Dalton even loosens his grip around my hand. But I find that I can’t pull away. I don’t want to. It doesn’t matter that Dalton’s dad isn’t going to hurt him; Dalton brought me here to be his boyfriend. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left him?
“No, I’m okay here,” I reply.
Levi’s gaze shifts from his son to me, the hard look in his eyes softening. “Forgive me. You must think . . .”
“I don’t think anything,” I say when he trails off. “Dalton has always spoken very highly of you.”
At least, Dalton didn’t speak ill of him when he was telling me about his family. I think if his father were abusive or dangerous, Dalton would’ve said something. He stopped Bryce from touching me at the club; I doubt he would’ve taken me around someone who might hurt others.
Levi’s face softens even more, and he looks back at his son. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Dalton’s voice still has an edge to it, but his body isn’t as tight with tension.
I can still feel the restlessness coming off him, though, especially as we make our way to the guest bedroom together. I don’t have the right words to say, especially since I don’t know what’s truly going on between him and his father.
But I do know how to help someone relax and forget about whatever’s going for a while.
Seven
Dalton
“I’m sorry,” I tell Sam as soon as we’re alone in the guest bedroom Mom directed us to. “I was hoping to save that awkwardness for later tonight, after you’ve had the chance to get to know them.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and run a hand through my hair. “I just need a few minutes before we go back out there.”
“Okay. Take your time.” He puts a hand on my shoulder, his fingers massaging lightly.
It feels really good, the way he touches me. While I’ve slept with plenty of guys, I’ve never actually been emotionally intimate with any of them. I never let them see when I’ve beenupset or bothered, and they definitely never comforted me in any way.
“You’re so tense,” Sam murmurs. His hands move down my shoulders, over my chest. Lower to my stomach.
I tilt my head, and it feels strange to be looking up at him. Maybe that’s why it takes me a second to realize what he’s doing. He’s trying to help me relax. Almost like a real boyfriend would.
Sam’s fingers reach the button on my slacks, and he pops it open. There’s no hesitation, no fear on his face.
Still, I say, “Whatever we do in private is your decision.”
He gives me a crooked smile. “I know.” Then he drops to his knees and lowers the zipper of my pants all the way down. My cock springs free, and Sam leans forward immediately, licking a long stripe from my balls to the tip.
“Fuck!” I grab the edge of the mattress because I’m worried if I don’t hang onto something, I’m going to wrap my hands around his head and thrust into his mouth.
Sam licks me again before sliding his tongue along my slit, gathering the precum beaded there. He moans, and I can’t resist lifting my hips just a little so the tip of my cock slips between his lips.
He braces his hands on my thighs and lowers his head, stuffing his mouth full with me.
“Fuck, Sam.” I close my eyes, escaping into the feel of Sam’s mouth wrapped around my cock, his lips stretched to accommodate my girth.
