Page 50 of Everywhere You Look

“Was there an earthquake?” I ask, stupidly, since I highly doubt that Dean would be laying here looking all sexy and sleep-mussed if there actually were an earthquake.

“No, but you were mumbling in your sleep. I thought you might be having a nightmare,” he says, and lay back, settling into the crook of his arm and nuzzling my face into his chest.

“You’re still here,” I breathe, and Dean squeezes my waist.

“I’m still here, corazón. Are you okay?”

“I was dreaming. Ever since Gigi died, I dream about the night we left our parent’s house. It’s always the same, exactly how it happened in real life. Gigi comes into my room and wakes me up. She tells me that she has a bag packed for me and that it’s time to go. We have to hurry because Joseph and Rebeccawill be back soon. She shakes my shoulder, and then that’s when I wake up.” I settle my face into the crook of Dean’s arm, nuzzling close and breathing in the sleepy scent of his skin.

“I’m sorry. It must be hard to dream about her, to remember that night.”

“No, it’s a good thing. It’s a good memory. That night…I was a kid. I was scared. I didn’t fully understand who I was or what was happening, but Gigi knew. She saw me, she loved me, and she saved me. She sacrificed everything to get us out of that house, and when I dream about her…it helps remind me of my purpose here. To take care of Gigi’s daughters the way Gigi always took care of me.”

“Wow,” Dean says, brushing his lips against my hair. “That’s some heavy stuff first thing in the morning. Thank you for sharing that with me.”

I hum, nuzzling my face against my husband’s pec.

“Why are you still here?” I ask.

“I live here.”

“I mean in bed. You always leave before I’m awake,” I say. I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of my husband—blood orange and something so uniquely Dean that I can’t describe it—wraps around me and I sink into it.

“Well, for one, it’s only five in the morning. Imight be an early bird but even I’m not keen on waking up before the sun. And I thought I might show you the reason that I usually sneak out of bed…”

He shifts, and I feel the press of his erection, hot and hard against my thigh. The memory of him on top of me last night passes through my brain, and it’s like I can feel him moving inside of me while stroking me until I shattered all over again. My hips buck forward involuntarily, desperate for a little bit of friction on my hardening cock.

“Aw, Dean? You’ve been sneaking out of bed every morning because you’re embarrassed by a little bit of morning wood?”

He chuckles as he yanks me impossibly closer.

“First of all, you and your ass both know that there’s nothing little about my wood. Second, it’s not the erection that had me sneaking out of bed before you woke up. It was this. I was worried that if you figured out that you roll over and cuddle me in your sleep every night, you might freak out. Honestly, I’m still a little worried that you might start to freak out about it now.”

Aww, my sweet, giant teddy bear. How can he not know that I’ve been wanting him, too? Was the way I whined and whimpered and melted under his touchnot enough for him to realize that my heart belongs to him?

“I’m nowhere near freaking out, babe. I think we need to have a little chat about this giant, all-consuming crush I’ve had on you for the last few months. But first—” I roll on top of him, slotting our legs together and burying my face into his neck. I’d love to kiss him, but morning breath is very real and not at all sexy. “First, I’d very much like to get my husband off, yeah?”

I press my hips down into Dean’s until our cocks align and grind into him. I silently curse our pajama pants for being the only barrier between us. I’m halfway through a fantasy about the distant future when the kids are all out of the house and I can sleep naked again—like the universe intended—when Dean slides his hands past the waistband of my pajama pants and grips my ass, hard.

“Nrgh, fuck,” I gasp against his neck as he rocks me up and down, sliding our cocks together and creating the most marvelous friction. Heat curls in my stomach, spreading through me like warm, melting butter as Dean takes over. Need pulses in my veins and I suddenly don’t care about the clothing separating us, because there is something so insanely hot about the frantic way we grind against one another. I press my mouth to Dean’s neck, alternatingbetween open mouthed kisses and scraping my teeth against his flesh.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps, the gravel in his tone sending a charge through me and pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Tell me you’re close, corazón. Tell me you’re going to be a good husband and come all over me right…fucking…now…”

I can’t form the words to answer as my orgasm slams into me like a semi-truck, stealing my breath and my vision and turning my world upside down. I clamp my teeth down on Dean’s shoulder to muffle the sound of my cries as I spill in my pants. Tears prick in the corners of my eyes as the pleasure continues to wash over me in waves, all the while Dean continues to buck and grind up against my increasingly over-sensitive cock, chasing his own high until he finally comes on a long, low groan.

Our chests rise and fall together as we come down from our respective highs, and I shiver when Dean runs his hands over my bare back.

And as my brain comes back online, I don’t try to stop myself from blurting the admission on the tip of my tongue.

“I’m falling for you, Dean.”

“Oh, corazón, I’ve been falling for you for so long, I can barely remember what solid ground feels like.”

21

DOUBLE TROUBLE

Luke

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