Page 68 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
Valen leaves a valley of hickeys down my neck, then leans back against the couch with such a contented smile that I wish I had come to these realizations sooner just to see that look on his face.
“There’s text messages. Phone calls. Video chats. I think taking me around the world might be a little extreme.”
“You don’t want to go?” I ask, my own smile falling to a frown.
“That isn’t what I said.” Valen drags his hands from my thighs, up the curve of my back to my shoulders, and tugs me flush against him. “But I can’t just take off at a moment’s notice. I have kids back home who depend on me. Ma. Pa. Theo. Lola might not admit it, but she’s going to need the support for a little while.”
“I planned for that.” I wave my hand, catching the flicker of amusement in Valen’s dark eyes. “The trip is on pause until October. That’s plenty of time for you to play Rescue Valen and work things out with your job.”
“Mahal ko.” He says it with such affection in his voice that I almost don’t see the sadness seep into the thin line of his lips. “What are you going to do for those five months?”
“Well, I thought I’d be here to support my boyfriend, but I’m not sure he’s on the same page.”
His eyes widen, and I’m not sure why the fucker is surprised given the confession I just gave him.
“He’s so far off page he might as well be in a different book,” Valen says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “One thing at a time. The ‘boyfriend’ thing. I like that. I really like that.”
To emphasize the ‘really,’ his cock twitches beneath me, and if he wants my head clear and not full of sex, he should stop that immediately.
“I, um, probably won’t be that good at it. Never done it before.” I’m glad Valen can’t see my face, can’t see the red spreading over my cheeks.
“That’s okay. Lesson number one.” He pushes away to look in my eyes with a stern gaze. “Communication. We don’t make relationship decisions without the other.”
The hope in my chest deflates a little. I’ve already messed this up.
“Youdon’twant to go with me,“ I repeat. Not a question this time but a statement.
“It’s not a matter of want, Dex. You’re going to drive yourself nuts waiting to get back to your photography.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll deal. I can busy myself with local shoots. I could scout around for some model practice. Besides…” I give him my best flirty smile. “I’ll have a bed with you. I’m sure we can come up with something to keep my viewers entertained.”
“Is that something you want? To record us having sex?”
“Well, it makes sense, doesn’t it?” I wiggle on his lap just to feel his semi-soft length resting snug between my ass cheeks. “Since I won’t be out making videos with strangers anymore. Solo content only gets me so far.”
He makes another face that I can’t tell if it’s annoyance or curiosity. “What?” I ask.
Valen wets his lips, eyes darting off to the side. “I never said you had to stop. I know how important your work is to you.”
This time, I’m the one confused. “Are you saying you wouldn’t be mad about other guys fucking me?”
He looks back at me, and his shoulders slump. His hands fall to the backs of my thighs.
“I’d be jealous as hell. But I also find it exceptionally arousing the way you are with other men. If it’s me you’re coming back to—as long as I’m the one you want—I understand that this is work for you.”
An image of Valen with that guy—the one who wouldn’t stop hanging off of him and flirting andkissing his neck—floats through my mind, and I feel the need to anchor my hands on his shoulders and bring my mouth down on his demandingly.
There’s no fight. He lets me have his mouth, relaxes into the stroking of our tongues until our cocks are hard—mine leaking against his toned, tanned stomach, and his pressing dangerously close to my hole.
“I don’t think I could share you,” I say with a rumble in my throat, dipping down to taste the lines of his chest with my tongue.
“Good thing I’m not asking you to.” Valen laughs but winds his fingers through my hair and holds me still when I suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth. “God, but it would be nice to have this with you every day. Not that we’d ever get anything done.”
I’d like to think we’re having a rather productive conversation even with all the sexual tension dancing between us. It’s impossible to get enough of him.
I pop off his nipple to lave at the other, looking up to watch the way his nose scrunches with pleasure and how when he throws his head back the moan that comes out is so ragged and needy that I could do this all night just to hear it again.
“Dex. Fuck.” He moans louder, his cock pulsing between my legs. “I mean it. I don’t want you giving anything up to be with me. I’d never ask that of you.”
