My fingers are moving faster now, and he watches, mesmerized. His hand is slow and steady, faster, faster, faster,then slow slides. I can’t take my eyes off of him. He looks so beautiful, his body pure perfection. Powerful, broad shoulders and hard slabs of muscle under sun-kissed skin. His stomach is flat and tight, that deep V calling me with an invitation that can’t be ignored. His thick forearms and long fingers work over that perfect cock, and I’ve never wanted him more.
“I’m so close,” I cry.
“Let me hear you come, Doll. Please. I’m so close too. So ready for you.”
I forget to breathe and he watches me unravel, my whimpers egging him on. His jaw clenches and then falls open when he comes, my name on his lips.
When the waves subside, I stare at him and miss him so much it hurts.
“I have something to tell you,” he says, still breathless.
“Okay.” I take a deep breath.
“I’ll be in Minnesota in two weeks, and then I’ll go back and finish packing up and make the drive,” he says. “Then I’ll be there permanently.”
“What? Really?” I straighten. “Are you serious?”
“Completely. Soon, we’ll be in the same time zone, and I can just get in the car and be where you are within two hours.”
“I can’t wait. Dylan, this is the best news.”
“I agree. It can’t happen soon enough.”
“And Bill. I’ll get to see Bill more often.” I yawn. “I miss that little guy.”
He shifts the phone so I can see Bill sleeping next to him.
We talk until I fall asleep. When I wake up hours later, he’s still there, his face serene as he sleeps.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
TOO TALL FOR THE SUIT
DYLAN
I’ve never been able to keep secrets from my family. They’ve stopped telling me about any birthday or Christmas surprises because I spoil it every time. The last time it happened was when my dad bought Noah a speaker and hid it in my room, since I live in California. I accidentally led Noah right to it one day…even after I’d seen where it was hidden.
It helped living in California, but not completely.
So keeping Dahlia a secret from my family has always been hard, but the more time that passes, the more it’s physically eating away at me.
Pretty soon, I’ll be home for good. Finally in Windy Harbor with my family. How will I keep this under wraps for any length of time?
The past twenty-four hours don’t even count as real life. They’re a blur of Dahlia’s sheets, her mouth on my neck, my name in her throat like she’s been holding it in for months. We don’t sleep. We don’t talk about the future. We just prove the distance hasn’t killed us. By the time Tullypicks up my tired ass for the drive to Windy Harbor, my legs barely work and I’m grinning like an idiot until I fall asleep.
Tully nudges me when we get there. “Someone was tired.” He gives me a pointed look, and I’m so proud of the way I bite my tongue.
I pray to God that Dahlia is ready to go public soon.
“Brace yourself for Grandma Donna’s sweaters. Camden sent a picture of Goldie and Milo in the family thread—did you see it?”
“No.” I pull my phone out and snort. They’re wearing matching sweaters of a carrot holding the hand of a pea.
“Fortunately I’m wearing the Easter bunny suit, so I’ll avoid the sweater for a little longer.”
“I want to wear it!” I protest.
He shrugs. “You can try it, but I think you’re too tall.”
