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I closed my eyes and hid my face against his chest. The stretch was almost painful, but I didn’t want him to slow down, I wanted to savour every single second of him.
He kissed my hair and started to thrust. “Is that good?”
“Divine,” I breathed, barely audible.
“Good, you’re so good for me.” He lay us flat on the bed and kissed me deeply, his hips pulsing a gentle thrust, more tease than satisfaction.
He was toying with me, and I loved it.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, encouraging him deeper and faster.
“So good, you feel so good, Tane.”
Tane groaned and thrust quicker. “Want to make it last but I’m so hot for you, Dill. I don’t think I can—”
I shook my head. “Don’t want to wait, just pound me, please!”
His hips moved faster now, and I moaned, letting go of him to throw one of my arms over my eyes and panting.
“You’re so handsome, so beautiful, Dill...” he groaned and started pounding me for real. He was panting.
I wanted to look at him.
Moving my arm I regarded him, deep brown eyes and sweat beading on his temples. I wanted to lick it off. I wanted to run my hands through his hair. I wanted to belong to him forever and ever.
His hand closed around my dick and stroked, slick with sweat and lube, my back arched and I cried out. I was moments away from coming and I could feel he was too. His hips stuttered then shoved deep inside me, I came a second later, spilling over his hand.
“God, Dillon...” he breathed.
“I love you, Tane.” I reached for him, hardly aware of what I’d said until he wrapped me tight in his arms.
“Aroha nui,” he said. “That means, big love. The biggest possible.”
I smiled, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling the scent of him. I wanted to commit to memory.
We held each other, still locked together, sweaty and smeared with my seed. We’d need to change the sheets I thought, somewhere in the very back of my mind. But it didn’t matter. The rest of me was entirely in the moment, engaged in loving this incredible man who had found his way to my sleepy little town and into my heart.
Epilogue
Tane
Six weeks later
It was Thursday, and the weather was turning a bit colder. Autumn (or fall as the locals would say) was on the way, for sure. I’d spent the morning working at the grocery store, Christian had come down with a cold and I wanted to give Dillon a morning off.
I walked back to the flat humming to myself, my fingers itching to pick up my guitar and play the melody I’d been stuck with all morning.
I had an idea for a song in my head. My muse had been returning to me slowly. And the music it told me to write was entirely different to what I’d been doing before. It was calmer, slower, more folk than hip hop, more soul than club.
I wrote in the mornings, well...most of the time.
Some afternoons and evenings, I tutored Henry. He’d got the word out, I guess, and I’d had some other high school kids, andthen some actual adults come to me about teaching them guitar, or singing lessons.
It brought in a little money, but more, it fed my muse. Getting to teach was something I’d never known I wanted to do. It was nice to find a place to slot into the community. Henry said he appreciated how patient I was with him, and I guess the others liked my style as well.
I unlocked the flat door and let myself in, picking up my reliable old guitar and settling on the couch to play the melody. It sounded even better now. I recorded myself playing it, so there was no danger of forgetting.
It had been a couple of weeks since the settlement with Andrew Lane went through — I’d had to pay him and the studio out to cancel my contract, but it was nothing I couldn’t bear. I had savings, royalties owed, even.
