“I’m done here,” I tell Dane and he smiles back at me, turning back to my dad I give him a smug as hell look and it feels fucking freeing.
I round my desk, grab my bag, then tilt my head to Dane as we head toward the exit.
My father steps forward attempting to block my exit. “Where you do you think you’re?—”
Dane takes a large stride toward him, pulling back his fist, slamming it directly into my father's face. His grunt vibrates through the room as he hits the ground with a hard thud.
“You’re lucky he didn’t tell me to get my shovel,” Dane says as he steps over him, then leans down and adds, “Oh, and don’t try anything stupid. My attorney will fucking destroy you.” Hepalms his face, patting his cheek in the most condescending gesture of dominance.
Fuck, that turns me on.
“Come on, lover,” Dane says cheerfully like he’s been waiting a lifetime to slap that title on me.
I glance down at my father one last time, because after this I’ll never see him again. Not in person and not intentionally at least.
I crouch down next to him. He props himself up on his elbows, blood drips from his nose and over his lips. A piece of lint sits on the corner of his blood spattered tie and I pick it off, flicking it on the floor. “Did you see the files I sent to you?”
His scowl deepens. “Yes.”
“You know what will happen if you ever come near me or Hannah or Dane, right?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, taking in my question with the seriousness it deserves.
“Yes,” he spits through his teeth, hating his words.
“Good.” I stand, wiping myself off as if being so close to him could have rubbed off on me, leaving an invisible layer of filth.
“Oh, and you should know. I love cock. Specifically his.” I point at Dane. “So, when your friends question you after seeing pictures of all of us together, know that not only is heourboyfriend, but tonight I’m going to bottom for him and love every single second of it.”
If I wasn’t dead to him before, I sure am now.
It’s my turn to step over him as I walk out of the prison cell I’ve been living in and the invisible weighted vest I’ve been wearing for the past few years is instantly stripped off.
Even though I have no idea what I’m going to do, I’m met with the sensation of true freedom and an overwhelming amount of relief that I haven’t felt in a long time.
Our strides are quick as we exit down the hall and into theelevator. The moment the doors merge shut, Dane is on me, using his entire body to pin me against the wall.
“I’m so goddamn hard from that.” His erection presses into me as his hips roll over mine. “I especially liked the part when you said you were going to bottom for me,” he runs his lips against my five o’clock shadow, hovering over my ear, “But, my cock isn’t going anywhere near your sexy ass until you're good and ready and begging me for it.”
60
HANNAH
“Istill can’t believe we’re here,” Ethan says with the excitement of a toddler on Christmas morning, his eyes gleaming with joy as he takes in the Seattle Smashers spring training field. Dane and I share a look and a smile because the last month has been an adjustment for him as he’s navigated through the fallout with his father and his newfound freedom.
It was inevitable in my opinion. Even though we had no idea his father was behind the accident nor did I ever think he was capable of such a thing, Ethan couldn’t go on living like he was.
The constant demands and control over everything was unbearable. The day they came home together and he told me everything, it was like a long overdue therapy session. Over the last couple years we had talked about the accident here and there, but more than anything we avoided that topic. He finally opened up in a way he never had before.
I hated that he took on the burden of my so-called medical expenses. He was the driver, it was his insurance, I never questioned anything. He told me he was taking care of it and he didbecause he always has. Even though I hate that he hid everything from me, I know why he did.
Now, I glance between the two men that have my whole heart and I can’t help but feel so much love I might actually explode. They both take care of me—and each other—in different ways and everything about us just works.
“Hudson!” Dane calls out, getting Hudson Byrnes’ attention as he jogs past us on the field. He slows as his head turns in our direction, smiles, then walks toward us.
“Hey! I’m so glad you guys made it.” Hudson and Dane slap palms and Dane leans over the barrier giving him a sort of bro hug.
Both Dane and Ethan are tall, but Hudson feels like he towers over them both. I swear he looks like some type of juggernaut decked out in his catcher's gear.
