“That’s a good thing though, right?” He studies my face as if trying to gauge my mood.
“It is.” I nod. “I’m sorry,” I murmur despondently.
“For what?” He tilts his head as he watches me.
“We haven’t seen each other properly in weeks.” I let out a frustrated breath. “We were supposed to spend the day together.”
“We'll still be spending the day together, just with your dad,” he says easily. “Unless you don’t want me to? If you’d rather go on your own, I can catch up on some of my case notes. I’ll just wait for you later. We'll still have this evening after your dad’s gone to bed.”
“Danny.” I cup his face softly as he settles me back onto the bed, our earlier passion banked. He wraps his arms around me and holds me comfortingly. “I definitely want you with me, are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Of course not.” He runs his fingers through my thick dark curls, raking his fingers soothingly against my scalp. “Tris, it’s important you have this with your dad, especially on his good days. There’ll be time for us. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Danny,” I whisper, unsure what else to say as he leans in and takes my lips. It’s deep and drugging and seems to say all the things I can’t articulate right now.
After a moment, he pulls away and strokes my face gently. “We should get up and get dressed if we’re going to drive to Shadwell.”
I glance across at the clock, biting my lip as I stare at him. “You know, if we were to leave now we’d probably hit traffic. It might be best to give it another ten minutes.”
“That’s true.” A smile tugs at his lips. “Probably should make it fifteen just to be on the safe side.”
“Seems sensible,” I agree with a nod.
I yelp and follow it up with a giggle as he grabs my hips and yanks me down the bed, pulling the covers over us and sealing us in an intimate little cocoon. His lips find mine once more and we devour each other, trying to avoid elbows and knees as we strip our clothes off. His hot mouth trails down my neck, then my chest, skimming across my belly before the hot wet heat of his mouth envelopes my cock.
My hips arch and a groan spills from my lips as my fingers tangle in his hair. His tongue swirls around the head and my eyes cross. God damn it, he’s good at that. He bobs up and down on my dick, the delicious friction sending little sparks dancing down my spine and lighting up every inch of my skin.
I feel his fingertips skim over my balls and down between my legs before a gentle finger rubs maddeningly slow circles over my opening. I pull the covers off my head, dragging in a gulp of cooling air as I fumble for the bottle of lube on the bedside table.
Suddenly, he swallows me deep, my cock hitting the back of his throat. I arch back on a gasp, my arm flailing as I knock the lamp on the floor, along with my phone and a tatty paperback. Grasping desperately, I manage to lock my grip around the lube bottle. I thrust it under the covers, accidentally smacking Danny in the head.
“Oops, sorry,” I pant, feeling him chuckle around a mouthful of my dick. Seconds later, I feel the silken glide of his slick fingers pushing inside me.
I let out another long drawn-out groan as he crooks his fingers inside me and rubs over my prostate. I reach blindly behind me, my fingers grasping around the spindles of the headboard and gripping tightly as I unconsciously draw up my knees and ride his hand shamelessly.
“Danny, please,” I breathe as he pulls free and climbs my body, slicks the hard length of his cock, and slides into me.
Releasing the headboard, I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him in as close as I can. He slips his arms under my back until I feel surrounded by him.
“Danny,” I gasp desperately, my breath puffing against his ear as he rolls his hips sinuously, rocking deeper inside me with every thrust.
Our mouths are fused together as I chase the sweet oblivion of surrender I’ve never experienced with anyone but him. Every molecule of my body is attuned to him alone.
The tension in my body builds. I’m shaking with the intensity of it, feeling the thick heavy drag of his cock over that bundle of nerves deep inside me, and I need more. I need him to push me over the edge.
“Harder,” I whisper harshly, my fingers gripping his back so tightly they’re almost bruising.
His hands cup my buttocks, pulling my pelvis in tighter as he thrusts impossibly deep. My cock ruts against his abdomen, trailing precum.
“Danny… I can’t…” My voice breaks desperately, and my orgasm rips through me with such intensity it leaves me dizzy, with swirling lights dancing in front of my eyes.
While I lie there panting, my heart thundering against Danny’s chest, I feel his cock pulse inside of me as he orgasms on a low moan. I trail my fingers along his spine, laying my head contentedly on his shoulder as he kisses my neck, and I feel sleepy and sated.
This right here… is pretty close to perfect, but I can’t ignore the feeling fluttering at the edges of my mind… the feeling that things are about to inexplicably change.
2
Dad looks across the table and smiles at me and it’s everything. He no longer truly speaks, mostly just mumbled nonsense. He can’t say my name, and I don’t think he knows who I am anymore, just that I was once someone special to him. It’s hard watching the man I love slowly disappearing in front of my eyes. Most days it’s so painful to be here it takes everything in me to sit and just be here for him.
