“Please,” he murmured.
I wrapped my hand around his waist and started thrusting, groaning as he moved his hips, matching me.
“Needed you, needed this,” I managed to grate out.
“Me too.” Dillon leaned his head back, turning, trying to get a kiss, even though I was pinning him as tightly as I could. The shower stream continued, soaking us in a deliciously slick way as I shoved my hips against him.
I leaned up, pushing deeper into him as I sought out his mouth and bit his lower lip.
“You’re mine, beautiful Dillon.”
His eyes were closed, lost in the sensations, just how I wanted him to be. “Yeah...”
It didn’t take long for us to get off, the shower stream adding to all the sensations I was already revelling in.
I stroked Dillon again. “Come on, let me feel it.”
He came almost immediately and the way he clenched and squeezed me had me filling him not long after. I released his wrists finally and stroked him through it, holding him as I pulled out and gently cleaned him out.
The water began to run cold just as I finished cleaning him and we stepped out and wrapped ourselves in fluffy towels. Dillon couldn’t keep his eyes open, so I put him to bed. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”
I pulled on Pjs and went to check on Ginger.
Just as I refilled his dry food, Aster came home, cheeks flushed from the cold outside, or from beers, it was hard to tell.
“Dillon already crashed?” Aster picked up the sleeping kitten and tucked him into his hoodie pouch.
“Yeah, long day, I’m just about to join him. Oh, but uh, if you want to shower, maybe give it an hour? We just used all the hot water.”
Aster blinked. “Uh, okay, good to know?”
“Goodnight.” I beat a hasty retreat to bed before Aster figured out why there was no hot water.
Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Dillon
On Christmas Eve we left the kitten alone for the first time as Aster, Tane and I all needed to be at the store for the last minute rush. A whole lot of out-of-towners left their holiday shopping for Christmas Eve, and we had to contend with all the forgotten items as well — no one remembered cranberry sauce until they were prepping the turkey.
All of that was running through my mind, along with the background hum of worry that my gift of New Zealand treats for Tane still hadn’t arrived.
But there wasn’t much I could do about that. Obviously the mail system would be flooded with people ordering stuff, and the website I’d used had posted it in time. The problem was that everyone else was also posting things.
I couldn’t control whether or not it turned up, and if it didn’t... well, maybe that meant tomorrow it was time to propose? The ring would make a beautiful Christmas gift.
But also, the thought of that made my stomach clench.
It would be fine, it would all be fine.
There was a short line of people waiting to come in as I unlocked the front door. Aster ran to the till, pulling on an apron, and Tane went to flick on the lights and put on some ambient music.
Christian came in a half a minute later. “It’s about to rain, or maybe snow,” he said.
I glanced past him to look up at the sky. “Probably just rain, but good heads up. I’ll get a bucket we can use for umbrellas.”
Between the four of us we kept on top of the rush of customers.
