“Cute, right?” Dylan asks as he lets us in. “The housing that becomes available most often is the really small houses. Those not designed with families in mind.”
“Really?”
He nods. “There’s a housing problem here. Contrary to what so-called news outlets claim on the mainland, somethingisbeing done about it. The owners of Kala are building new islands to address this issue.”
My eyes widen. “They’rebuildingislands?”
Dylan grins. “Yeah. Housing truly is a huge problem. There’s nowhere for young people to move when they become adults. There’s not enough housing to accommodate the number of staff needed to make the island run. Obviously, on an island, that isn’t easily addressed. It’s stupidly unrealistic for all these idiots in other countries badmouthing the islands as if we can magically make more land appear overnight to fix the issue.”
“That’s a thing, huh?”
He rolls his eyes. We’re standing just inside the door now, and I have a clear view of the entire house. “Yes. There are those who have a single visit without actually staying for any true length of time who place quick judgment on Kala because of this and other little quirks that come with small-town island living. In reality, they think they’re far too superior and that their shit doesn’t stink.”
I laugh. “The world is full of those people.”
“Far too true.” He takes my hand and pulls me through the open door and into his bedroom.
This moment could be really awkward. I’ve had several hookups that are awkward as fuck. Sometimes just at the start, before we get going, and sometimes throughout the entireencounter. The kind of hookup you want to just wash away and forget when you get home.
But even as we stand at the side of his bed, his hand in mine, and stare at each other, I don’t feel that awkwardness between us. There’s no hurry.
“I’ve never been with someone as big as you,” Dylan says, his eyes looking up and down my body. “You’re a giant compared to me.”
I grin. “You want to let me kiss you again?”
“You better,” he says, sniffing. “It ended far too soon. I barely remember what you taste like.”
“Mm,” I answer, leaning down to kiss him. His arms come around my neck, and he pulls himself up to wrap his legs around my waist. I’m not sure if I want to devour him or for him to undo me completely. I think I’m open to either. For both. I want both. The biggest question is which I wantfirst.
“There’s so much I want to do to you,” Dylan says as I lick along his neck. “I want to tie you up for real and truly wreck you. I want to watch my cum trickle out of your ass as you lie on my bed, trembling.”
“Jumping right to bareback, huh?” I ask.
Dylan lets his head fall backward. “I guess I don’t know. Wedon’tknow each other, so it’s probably wisest to use condoms.”
I don’t miss the disappointment in his tone. “This might come out as an accusation, and I promise I don’t mean it like that. My time off from hockey is very limited, and I don’t have time to be sick, so I can’t risk it.”
“You’re right. That’s accusatory.”
I nip his neck, earning myself a shiver in response.
“How about, other than that, you have free rein to do with me what you want? You can tie me up and fuck me all night. Or I can take you however you want.”
He’s shaking his head before I finish the last sentence. “I like topping. People look at me and see small, but I have a bigger dick than you might think, and I much prefer topping.”
“Good. Seems we’re compatible.”
“Of course we are. Haven’t you been listening?” He brings his head back from where he’d had it hanging to give me access to his neck. “You were made for me,” he says, eyes staring straight into mine.
“Then I’m not going to tell you anything else about my bedroom preferences. I want to see if that’s true.”
“Sounds like a challenge,” he says, and I can see his personality begin to truly shine through. Now that we’re beyond the confusion about what’s happening between us—mere strangers—and Tomy is out of the picture, we have a baseline understanding. Dylan’s true colors are peeking out at me, and they shine brightly. I can’t wait to see all of him.
I grin and don’t confirm or deny. His confidence is apparent, and I have very little doubt that he’s right. We were made for each other.
“Undress,” he says as he drops his legs from where they’re locked around my waist. I set him on the floor and do as I’m told. He discards his clothing, tossing it onto the floor with mine. The cute headband in his hair is set on top of a set of drawers. “Hands and knees,” he instructs as soon as I’m naked while he heads for the bedside table.
It feels very déjà vu from the last time I was in his studio, but I don’t see him pull any rope from his drawer. Just supplies for our activities.
