Page 57 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
Pop-Pop leans further forward, beckoning me closer and gripping my shoulders as he pushes to his feet.
“Valentine. Fighting for love does not mean making him give up the life he has. It means asking him to carve out a spot in that life for you. Just like you’ve done for him.”
Dex has already told me he can’t give me more than this.
He’s told me over and over that something is holding him back.
Even as he gives pieces of himself to me in every stolen moment, I know that in a few short days, I’ll have to give them back.
Dex isn’t ready to consider us anything more than temporary lovers, so in truth, there isn’t any love to fight for.
Could I be happy with convincing him to stay in contact? To get the occasional text? Picture? Watch him take man after man to bed knowing what it’s like to be inside him? For him to scream and plead my name until he’s hoarse and spent?
If he’d have me as a friend, I’d take it, but that would mean burying my love and hoping nothing worse springs out in its place.
I can’t love him up close and not have him.
It’d only hurt us both in the end.
“Ihavetopee.Tell Dex to get out!” Theo whines as soon as I step back into the house, stomping his foot and receiving a stern look from Ma.
“He’s still hogging the bathroom?” I ask, crouching down to Theo’s eye level.
“Uh huh.”
I don’t tell him the pout in his cheeks is adorable, but I do ruffle his hair before standing and jerking my thumb towards the hall.
“I’ll evict him.”
“Only from the bathroom!” Theo shouts. “He’s a good marble buddy.”
The bathroom is quiet other than a bit of muttering that I can’t make out but that is one hundred percent typical Dex. It stops when I knock, followed by a curse.
“It’s just me,” I say.
There’s no mistaking the relieved sigh followed by a quick, “Oh thank fuck.”
Dex opens the door and pulls me into the bathroom, and it’s immediate how his mouth latches on to mine, his big, firm body pressing me into the closed door. In the last few days, I’ve learned that Dex craves connection like he’s starved of it, like there isn’t enough skin on skin contact in the world to satisfy him. I’m not complaining much, because his hands pressing into my hip and gripping the back of my neck send a pleasured buzz shooting along my spine.
His tongue toying with mine is almost enough to make me forget why I came in, but that little knock on the door is just the reminder I need. I pull away from Dex’s seeking mouth with a gentle tug on his lip and a chuckle that’s more breath than sound.
“What have you been doing in here?” I ask, and even though I separated our mouths, his hands are still securely around me.
A rosy hue spreads over Dex’s cheeks, and I notice the scruff on his face has been shaved down. He’s still got a thin layer of stubble but not the bush he started with.
“Look at you. Cleaning up.” I should be getting him out of the bathroom and being a good big brother, but the temptation is too high to press my cheek to his and run my tongue along his jaw. “Wish I could feel it between my legs. Would be so good.”
Dex groans, and the hand on my hip reaches down to cup my ass, dragging me against him until I feel his thickening length pressing into my pelvis. His mouth tears an aggressive path up my neck—lips, teeth, and tongue marking my skin until he growls in my ear, “I haven’t tasted you there, yet.”
Yet.
Because there’s a few days left, and I’m going to use them to enjoy every piece of this man: mind, body, and soul.
Body is taking precedence right now.
“I’ll add it to the bucket list,” I whisper as I yank his mouth back to mine.What was I supposed to be doing?Can’t be as important as this. “Right after me milking your cum with just my fingers.”
“Mmm,” Dex moans desperately between us, and I can’t say I don’t love the way it sounds. “Think you can get through this list in four days?”
