Page 59 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
I offered to do the dishes while Ma and Pa got Theo settled, and Pop-Pop was starting to get chest pains, so I shooed Lola off to relax with him for a while. Dex was supposed to be helping, but it only took a few minutes for him to sidle behind me and start mouthing at my neck, whispering dirty promises in my ear.
Our angle blocks the view of his hand in my pants if anyone were to step into the kitchen, and that spark inside of me that gets a thrill from the thought of getting caught has me unable to push him away. Never mind that this isDexand he can play my body like a fiddle if he wants.
“Do you want me to stop?” he says into the crook of my neck, tongue working a vein and mouth turning my skin purple.
“Never.” I keep my hands busy rinsing plates under the water and try not to groan out loud as he teases a finger over my slit. “But this can’t wait until tonight?”
Dex bites down on my shoulder, and I shudder with the pleasure that zips through my body.
“Tonight I’m going to sit on your dick and see how many times you can fill me before your balls are sore and empty. So no.” He flattens his tongue over the mark. “I want you hard and needy now so you’re desperate for my ass later.”
Jokes on him because I’m always desperate for his ass. I’d live inside him if it were possible.
“Dex,” I whine, turning my head for a kiss that he readily obliges. The dishes are forgotten in the sink as I buck into the warmth of his hand, chasing the pleasure of being his.
It only lasts for a moment, but for that moment I’m entirely lost in him.
There’s a sound—high and shrill like a dying cat—that pierces the air. We separate, and no sooner does Dex step back that Theo comes padding into the kitchen, a look of trepidation on his face.
“Vally?”
I adjust my hard-on as discreetly as I can, tucking it into the band of my boxers and covering it with my shirt, then I crouch down to Theo’s level.
“What’s wrong, bud?”
He looks from me to Dex to the stairs and back. “Is Poppy sick?”
Poppy is what Theo has taken to calling Pop-Pop, and the old man adores it.
“What makes you say that?”
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and shrugs.
My anxiety spikes, and I shoot Dex a worried glance. “Theo?”
“Lola was crying. Mama told me to come downstairs.”
Dex puts his hand on my shoulder as he holds out the other to Theo, motioning to the stairs with a tilt of his head.
“Why don’t we go play outside, little man?”
Theo takes his hand with a cautious enthusiasm, and I give Dex a quick peck on the lips as I rush towards the stairs—taking them two at a time.
“Ma!”
She’s standing at the threshold of Lola and Pop-Pop’s room with a soft smile and a worried wrinkle between her brows.
“What’s going on?”
“Valen. Sweetie.”
She doesn’t have to say it. Her hesitation speaks volumes. Theo’s right. My gut churns.
“We think your Pop-Pop had a heart attack.”
There’satinywaitingarea near where they’re monitoring Valen’s grandpa. Mr. Olaño took Theo off to the vending area a couple halls over because he was getting restless, while Mrs. Olaño has been talking to a nurse for the last twenty minutes.
Lola—Nancy—hasn’t left the old man’s side.
