Page 65 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
Dex doesn’t respond, just hugs me tighter.
Tomorrow is the last day of the wake. I’ll have to pull it together. I have a family to take care of.
A Lola who’s heartbroken. A Ma who has her hands full with Theo. A Pa who’s already late returning to a job back in Colorado that isn’t as understanding to the circumstances as we’d like. Theo, who needs to see that his big brother is strong, that big feelings are real but they aren’t the end of us.
Dex likes me dirty and giving him what he wants.
I can be dirty while he’ll have me, and when he wants me to let go, I’ll have to do it. For him.
Because Dex became family the day he walked through that door and threw his trash bag of stuff right at me. It didn’t matter that he was angry and hurting. I knew at that moment I’d be his balm. I’d give anything to make him happy, to heal his scarred, fragile heart.
But Dex Ashford isn’t mine to keep.
Mybodyfuckingsingsfor Valen’s dick. It helps that in the last twelve hours, he’s been inside me more often than he hasn’t. Right now, bent over the arm of the couch with Valen buried so deep in my ass I can practically taste him? Won’t fucking hear me complaining.
His family is taking a couple of days in Manila for something about out-of-town relatives, but honestly, I think they just wanted to give Valen some time to process his grief.
The fact that he’s chosen to do so while claiming my body from head to goddamn toe? I’ll take it.
A hand curls in my hair and tugs, and I arch my back in response to meet Valen as he leans down for a wet, no-hurry kiss. “You got quiet on me.”
Have I mentioned how much I love Valen’s dirty mouth? Because even more than that, I think I love how desperately he wants to hear me. Moan. Scream. He doesn’t care. As long as I’m voicing my pleasure, Valen rewards me with what I like, which usually involves a sharp thrust to my prostate.
Which he ignores ninety percent of the time.
Did I forget to say that he’s been edging the both of us all goddamn day? My cock has been hard since Valen woke me up with a lazy make-out session and some sensual stroking, but just when it felt like I was going to burst, he stopped and told me he planned on fucking me against every available surface. Something about working on my stamina and refractory period.
Which is a load of shit. He just likes seeing me squirm.
Not that it’s entirely his fault. My phone has been blowing up since five o’clock this morning because I guess Spinny finally got some of the kinks worked out that I asked him about and so now everyone and their mother has a bone to pick with me.
Which has meant lots of interruptions.
That’s fine. It’ll all work out. And I’ll have more time for days like this.
Even if I want to come so bad I’ve resorted to humping the damn couch.
“Baby,” I whine when Valen stills my hips and angles my dick down away from the friction. “Baby, please.”
“God.” Valen groans and presses hot and messy kisses to the back of my neck. “You’re just so fucking good and tight. Your cock looks so pretty straining like that.”
Valen has an obsession with my dick. If he’s not six inches deep in my ass, then he’s got my cock in his mouth or his hand—or in the case of last night, between his thighs.
‘Pretty’ is his favorite word for it, and I’m used to all kinds of comments thanks to the camming gig, but something about it coming from Valen makes me so hot I feel the inferno in my veins.
His hand is still on my cock, stroking slowly as he pumps into me. Before I can ask him to go harder, before I can meet his thrusts and fuck his fist like I’m so desperate to do, my phone goes off from where it’s sitting on the kitchen counter—the last place we were fooling around when it demanded my attention.
I groan because that means I don’t get to come—again—but Valen just chuckles and withdraws his cock, leaving me feeling sore and empty.
He comes back a few seconds later, handing me the phone. I’m prepared to make this as quick as possible so we can finally finish, but as soon as I answer the call, Valen’s hand smooths over my back and I’m once again filled to the brim with him.
“Oh shit,” I say as soon as the line clicks over and send Valen a dirty look over my shoulder. He just shrugs and gives an experimental thrust, making me bite my lip so I don’t give whoever is on the phone a free porn show—people gotta pay for that shit.
“Mr. Ashford?” Oh, great. It’s my landlord back in Atlanta. Ok, sure, I know I just signed another two-year lease because I planned on keeping that as my home base for convenient hookups with Zeke, but plans have changed. And it’s not like I can’t afford the stupid break-in-contract fee.
It’s a quick call. Mostly me telling him to charge my damn account and that my friend will be there to start packing shit up in a few days. It’s not like I have much that I’d miss if the landlord just threw it out, but I’ve got some personal, non-shoot toys in my collection that I’d be a little sad to have to replace.
The entire time, Valen is moving in me with slow, even strokes, pressing on my back when he wants to add the pressure that makes me shudder. It’s good. So good that it’s hard to concentrate, and my landlord is still yelling when I hit the ‘end call’ button. Because fuck if I’m going to listen to his whiny ass while I’m getting railed into next week.
