“No,” he says, slowing his movements again and letting me rock against him. “I need you inside me too. Want it so bad.”
I smile and lean forward to lick over his nipples, biting ever so slightly like I know he likes. His entire body stiffens, and his cock jerks inside me. My own cock bobs in front of my body, flushed red and leaking, but thankfully, he doesn’t touch me.
“I’m close, Gabe. So close.”
I lean my head back, the tendons in my neck stretched tight as I brace my hands on his firm stomach. “Come inside me,” I plead.
That seems to do it. His entire body bows as he thrusts inside me, cum spraying my insides as he jerks. I squeeze around him, the sensation so good, it nearly makes me come too, but I hold on.
Knowing he wants me inside him. Knowing I need to be inside him again.
His cock is still semi-hard inside me as he slowly pulls out, and then the absolutely perfect man, pulls his legs up, separatingthem for me and wraps a slick hand around my cock. He notches it at his hole and starts to fuck me from below.
I grip his knees and push into him, finding his warm, tight heat wrapped around me. “Don’t judge me if I come right away,” I say, and he only laughs, making himself squeeze me even tighter. “Dakota,” I gasp.
“Take me, Gabe. Come inside me.”
I thrust into him, sliding in and out of his body. His cock is wet from cum and tries to rally a couple of times when I peg his prostate, but mostly, he’s just enjoying me inside him. His hands slide over my back and my front, moving to my ass and pulling me deeper into him until I can’t take it any longer and give in, coming deep inside him and then falling onto him.
“Holy fuck, that was good.”
He’s stroking my hair, holding onto me, but he agrees. “I love you, Gabe.”
“I love you too.”
When I catch my breath, I’ll be sure to tell him that again and seal it with a kiss, but for now, I’m too blissed-out to move.
24
DAKOTA
“Oh hi, Dakota. Thank you so much for coming over.” Shelly looks flustered. And who could blame her? She’s been on maternity leave with her new baby girl for only two weeks, and suddenly, her oldest daughter is being sent home from school with some sort of stomach bug.
School just started too. Gabe warned me about this. Said kids always get sick at the beginning of school, and with us living together now, I might be exposed to a lot of germs.
Worth it, by the way.
Even though I haven’t gotten sick yet.
He officially moved in over the summer, but he’s pretty much been there since the weekend he finished the hot tub at my house—now,ourhouse. I never tire of that. It just sort of happened too.
It wasn’t really a conscious decision. It just sort of happened. Until one day, I asked him if he was living with me, and he realized he was. And I said, “Good.”
He sold his house in town and moved in officially, and that was the end of that. Like everything else with our relationship, it quietly snuck up but felt right, and we just went with it.
And Amber settled right into her own room at the house, excited about painting it a green shade she chose at the store and decorating it the way she wanted to. We found an antique desk at Cane’s store—his partner is Archie from Oakley’s Crew. I’m still getting to know all of them, but I’ve long accepted that they’re all good men.
Travis and Oakley wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Of course. Where is she?” She closes the door quietly behind her, a baby monitor in her hand as she leads me toward the back of the house.
“The little germ magnet is this way,” she says, but she’s smiling, though she looks really tired. “I’m so sorry to do this. But Gabe made it really clear that he doesn’t mind taking Amber a little extra while we get settled. And with Vanessa being so little, this just worries me.”
“I totally understand,” I say, and I do. It also makes me really happy that she called me today, knowing Gabe is at work but that she can trust me to help out with Amber. It feels good.
She gives me a soft smile and then pushes open the door to Amber’s room. My eyes immediately zone in on the kid lying in her bed with a washcloth on her head and a bowl sitting next to her. She doesn’t hop up and greet me like I’m used to. Poor kid looks pitiful as I make my way into her room to her bedside. “Hey, kiddo. Heard you weren’t feeling well.”
“I feel poopy,” she pouts up at me, and okay, that breaks my heart.
