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In the past week as things had settled into a quiet sort of normal for us, we hadn’t really talked about the future much, but it wasn’t something I needed to discuss.
I’d made my decision already.
Dallas belonged here with his beloved animals and I belonged with Dallas.
Even if it was in Pelican Bay.
And if I was being honest with myself, I had other reasons for not absolutely hating the idea of not leaving once I got my parents back on their feet. Never in a million years would I have even considered that those reasons were the same ones that had brought me back in the first place.
My parents.
Namely my mother, though things hadn’t gotten any worse with my father, which I considered progress. But my mother was the one who was keeping me guessing.
It wasn’t that she’d suddenly done a one-eighty and started to claim her undying love for me or anything. No, it was subtler than that. Mainly in the little things she did.
Like the breakfasts she kept making me.
And the bagged lunches for me to take to work.
Then she’d started making lunch for Dallas too because, as she’d put it, “you boys need to eat to keep the cold out.”
On the nights I stayed with Dallas, there was no recrimination when I went home for a change of clothes the next day or to give my mother a break while I looked after my father.
But the biggest change had been when it came to money.
Not only had my mother asked me to show her the finances so she could start to manage the paying of the bills, she’d asked me to show her how to open her own Etsy shop so she could sell her knitting online.
I’d been so floored that she’d told me to “close your mouth, dear, or the bugs will get in,” and then she’d started throwing out potential names for her new Etsy store. I’d gently explained that she might not sell much, but she’d waved me off and reminded me that every little bit helped.
I’d wisely kept my mouth shut after that.
When I’d told Dallas, he’d said that sometimes it took longer for some people to see what was right in front of them. I’d had the feeling he wasn’t just talking about my mother, but I hadn’t asked him about it.
It didn’t matter what had or hadn’t happened when we’d been kids. We were figuring it out now.
Dallas settled his weight on me and I automatically opened my legs for him. We were both wearing pajama bottoms, which he easily pushed down so he could rub his cock over mine. My Kindle and the sexy scene forgotten, I clutched him to me and lifted my hips to meet his. We’d already made love twice and my ass was pleasantly sore from the rough ride he’d given me in the shower, but I didn’t care.
“Want you,” I breathed against his mouth. I went to reach for the condoms and lube he kept in the nightstand drawer, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed. He did the same with the other. Then he began slowly grinding against me. The velvety soft skin of his rock-hard dick wreaked havoc on my flesh and I struggled to get my hands free so I could grab his ass and force him to give me more.
But I had no hope of freeing myself and he knew it. He gave me little tiny kisses that were both too much and not enough and he never once let up on sliding our dicks together.
He was fucking me without actually fucking me and it was driving me crazy.
In the best way.
Heat and electricity fired throughout my body as he drove me higher and higher. I could tell he was in the same boat, because his breathing had become more labored. We’d had to be a little more careful since the night we’d made love on the couch and his breathing had become an issue, but Dallas had managed to turn the whole thing into a running joke – or tease, rather. He’d reminded me over and over again what I was in for after his surgery. He’d promised that if either of us was going to pass out, it wasn’t going to be for any other reason than because he’d fucked me so well.
“God, Dallas, please, need to come.”
Dallas slid his hands up so they intertwined with mine, then he picked up the pace. Within minutes, I was crying out his name as I came and he followed right behind me. He dropped his head to my chest and I automatically smiled. It was one of my favorite things to do after we made love. To have his entire body on top of mine, his arms wrapped around me and his cheek pressed against my chest. I always used the opportunity to play with his hair and the back of his neck.
