“I love you, Dex.”
His voice is so fucking perfect. I lean down and kiss him, dragging the I Love You sign up his chest to his lips. He kisses each finger, and I push two into his mouth, letting his tongue curl around them, sucking. I groan as I arch my hips back and then slide forward.
His moans are muffled around my fingers, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to suck, continues to groan as I drag my dick in and out of his tight hole.
He comes first, his teeth biting down on me as his cock releases across his abdomen. The feel of his hole gripping me like a vise has me tumbling over the edge, my cum filling him. I collapse onto his chest, and he stays wrapped around me, holding me so tightly I almost can’t breathe.
It’s everything I needed in this moment.
When I finally slip from him, he rolls over and drags a hand up my chest. Our eyes meet, and I bite my bottom lip to keep all my gushing feelings inside.
‘You happy?’ I finally ask.
‘Yes. I’m so happy.’
‘Same.’
He leans down and kisses me softly, then rests his head against my chest. Right above my heart.
The one that he holds in the palm of his hand.
And I hope he holds on to it forever.
‘My dad wants to meet you.’
I stare at Rome. I knew that, but I’m realizing the way he’s signing that, he means soon. Or, like, now. I clear my throat. ‘When?’
He checks his phone, which is not a good sign. I’m ill-prepared for meeting any parents. We’ve spent the day bringing things from Rome’s storage unit into the house, and I’m sweaty and disgusting and a little stressed because I want him to feel at home here, but my place feels far too small.
‘Two hours,’ he tells me after setting his phone down.
My heart leaps in my chest. I’m nervous, but excited.
Nervexcited?
‘Okay.’
He takes a step closer and ducks his head to catch my gaze. ‘You don’t look like it’s okay.’
I square my shoulders and let out a breath. ‘Itisokay. It’s good. It’s fine.’
He huffs a small laugh, the chucklelingering in the back of his throat as he closes the rest of the distance between us. He hooks a knuckle under my chin to draw my face up, and then he kisses me long, slow, and soft.
By the time he pulls away, I’ve forgotten why I’m so upset. ‘Hi,’ I mouth.
He laughs again and shakes his head. ‘Tell me again you’re okay?’
‘I am. I want to meet your dad. I just thought I’d have more time to prepare, so I’m not some stressed-out loser who?—’
“No,” he says aloud, stilling my hands. ‘You’re not a loser. Stressed? Yes. We’ve been working all day. But he is going to love you.’
‘As much as you do?’ I ask.
He hums as he rocks his hips into mine. ‘I hope not.’
Grinning, I wrap my hands around his hips and tug at him so he’s pushed up against me. ‘Is he as hot as you?’
He pulls a face, which makes me laugh harder, and he gets immediately annoyed, throwing me from the spot by the dresser onto the bed. I topple onto the messy covers, and he dives after me, pinning me to the mattress with the weight of his body.
