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“Whatever,” she said, but I managed to distract her when I picked her up. I tossed her over my shoulder, and she squealed. “Dorian! Fuck! Put me down. What the fuck?”
Oh, I’d fuck her all right. Nice and good before the night was over. We’d both been growing accustomed to me sneaking into her room after dark.
Things really had been good between us, nice. They’d been easy and getting a handful of my girl’s ass was a great release after spilling my heart out to my therapist for an hour.
When I did put her down, I grabbed her face. “Hey.”
“Hi.” She could never stay mad at me, and we clacked teeth when I bit her juicy bottom lip. She held on while I wrapped arms around her head then proceeded to make out with her in front of, well, any fucker who wanted to watch. This got groans from everyone but Bow who proceeded to shyly look away, and my middle finger was for the peanut gallery around her.
Like clockwork, Sloane’s came out too for my boys. Her brother Bru had started playing on his phone, so the finger was definitely for Wolf, Wells, and Thatcher.
I had my tongue down her throat when my buddies decided to give up. They hit me on the back before starting their own race, which consisted of Wells climbing on Wolf’s back while Thatcher tried his hand at beating him. It was enough to make Sloane and me pull away from each other to watch that stupid shit. Thatcher lost, of course, but it didn’t stop them all from dicking around.
“How was your session?” Having Sloane’s focus on me was a place I always loved to be, her arms around my waist, her legging-covered ass under my hands. She grinned. “Everything go okay today?”
She knew about my sessions, and I was very open with her about them. I just didn’t go into details, but she never expected me to. No pressure.
Things had been so fucking cool with us, which really made me consider talking to her about what Dr. Singh had advised. I did trust Sloane, but I also had my own shit. I rubbed her ass. “Great. Dr. Singh’s actually going to talk to my parents and suggest to them I take over the decisions regarding my own care. She even wants to reduce our sessions. Says I’ve been doing well.”
Her brow raised, and my heart fucking stopped when she smiled at me. She looked like a proud fucking parent, and I was the good boy. It made me want to please her for days, forever. Her smile widened. “Whoa, that’s amazing, Dorian.”
It was pretty amazing, and when I said as much, she hit me in the back.
“I take that back.” She pulled away, and I tugged her back. She laughed. “No, seriously. I’m proud of you. I know it’s not easy for you.”
It wasn’t easy, opening up to anyone not easy. I wet my lips. “She also wants me to talk to you about something.”
By the hand, I guided her away from our circle of friends and family a bit. Bru was in the race now, and he didn’t appear to be as closed off as he had been. We all had gotten along before this, and though he wasn’t trying to have long-ass conversations with me, we were civil.
I think we were both trying for his sister’s benefit, and no one really noticed when I took Sloane off to the side.
“Okay,” she said, her hands cold. Neither of us were wearing gloves, so I put her hands under my jacket to warm us both. “Everything okay?”
That was a tricky question. I mean, everything was okay in the technical sense, and my grandfather had kept his promise to keep his distance. He hadn’t interfered in any of our lives, and it was like things were normal again.
I didn’t even know if he was still in town.
I didn’t care, and I think I wasn’t the only one. It hadn’t mattered. We’d all been able to find some peace after all that and dredging up all this shit right now… shit about my past with him felt like a step in the wrong direction. My jaw clicked. “Everything is good, but she does want me to talk to you about something. It’s about something that happened. Something in the past.”
She was silent now, her breath coming in short puffs. Her hands warmed against my abs and shot blood straight to other places. Places that had me wanting to kick this conversation. She blinked. “Is it bad?”
It was fucking terrible, all of it. I couldn’t believe I’d gone to that fucker about Charlie and everything that had happened after was just more fucked. I forced out a breath. “It’s not good, and if I’m being honest, I really don’t want to talk about it.”
In fact, my hands were fucking shaking, and next thing I knew, she was pulling hers out. She gripped my jacket. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me. Especially if that’s between you and your therapist.”
How the fuck had I found this girl?
“I want to tell you.” I took her hands. “I want to tell you everything, but it’s hard, you know?”
“Yeah.”
I squeezed her hands. “I will tell you. I will, but I just need more time to be comfortable with it. I just want you to know there is something, but me not being able to talk about it has nothing to do with you.”
This felt like a step in the right direction. It also opened the door and gave my mind time to wrap around actually telling her.
“Because I’m perfect, right?” She slid her arms around my neck, and I nodded. She was perfect.
“Right. It’s just shit I’ve got to work through, and I will, but I just wanted you to know there is something. There is, but I will tell you.” And I would when I was ready.
