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I nod, understanding exactly what he means.“We complicate things, don’t we?”
Santos tilts his head, looking at me with a quiet intensity that pulls me in.There’s something in his eyes I haven’t seen in a long time—a softness, an openness.He swallows hard, as if wrestling with his words before he finally speaks.
“Yeah, we do,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.“But I don’t want to anymore.I don’t want us to keep holding back—pretending it’s just ...something less than what it is.”
I blink, caught off guard by the rawness in his voice.My heart races, knowing exactly what he’s trying to say.I can feel it too—everything that’s been left unsaid between us.
“I love you, Dustin,” he continues, his voice quieter now, but no less powerful.“I’ve loved you for a long time.And I’m so fucking sorry that I never said it or showed it.”
The rush of his words hit me harder than I expected.I stare at him for a beat, my mind racing to catch up with my heart.But deep down, I already know.I’ve always known.
“Santos,” I breathe, my voice trembling.“I love you too.”
I lean in, cupping his face in my hands, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips.Pressing my lips to his in a kiss.It’s a kiss that says everything we haven’t said until now.
When we pull away, his forehead rests against mine, our breaths mingling in the quiet space between us.
“We should ...”he trails off, his eyes flicking toward the hallway, a slight smirk forming on his lips.“Go to my room.”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest.“Yeah,” I whisper.“Let’s go.”
ChapterThirty-Eight
Santos
We’rein my room kissing again.And this time, it’s slow—intentional.I can feel every breath, every movement of his lips against mine.It’s different now.There’s no rush, no urgency.Just us, taking our time, savoring the way we fit together.
My hands find the hem of his t-shirt, and I tug it upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull the fabric over his head.Dustin does the same, his fingers brushing against my skin as he lifts my shirt, and the feeling sends a shiver down my spine.As the shirts hit the floor, I take a step back, just to look at him.
God, I love his body.All of it.The tattoos, the lines of ink that trace down his arms, across his chest.I’ve seen them a hundred times, but they never stop captivating me.The way they stretch across his muscles, over his abs—each design tells a story, and they’re all a part of him.A part of us.
My gaze lingers on his abs—tight, defined—and I can’t help but smile.I love the way his body moves, the way it feels against mine.He’s thick, solid, and there’s a strength in him that’s always drawn me in.We’re both built like that, strong and broad, and I love how we match.How we feel pressed against each other.
We make quick work of our shorts, and when they drop to the floor, there’s nothing left between us.I catch a glimpse of his cock, thick and hard, and my own body responds, matching his intensity.We’re both commando, just skin against skin now, and it feels right.Natural.Like this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Dustin’s hands are on me again, running over my chest, tracing the ridges of my abs.He pauses for a second, his fingers brushing over my skin, his eyes following the path.I can see the way he looks at me, the way his eyes darken with desire, and it’s enough to make my heart race.
But I can’t stop looking at him either.My hands trace the lines of his tattoos, following the curve of his arm, the ink stark against his skin.I love the way he inked our story on his body, the way each tattoo is a part of him, a part of us.He’s beautiful, and I could spend forever exploring every inch of him.
We press against each other again, our bodies flush, and the kiss deepens.His lips are hot, his tongue sliding against mine, and it’s everything.
Everything.
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, my breath coming in short gasps.“You’re perfect.So fucking perfect,” I whisper, my voice rough with emotion.
He smirks, but there’s something softer in his expression now.“So are you.”
I’m on my back now, spread out for him, and I feel exposed, vulnerable in a way I haven’t been in a long time.But with Dustin, it’s different.I want it.I want him.My body aches with need, and I can’t hold it back anymore.
“Please, Dustin,” I gasp, my voice trembling with desperation.“I need you to fuck me.To fill me.I need you inside me—now.”
He looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire, but there’s that tenderness too.That softness only he can bring.He smirks, shaking his head slightly as he runs his hands down my chest, stopping just at the base of my cock.“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice rough with want.“Spread out, begging for me.You have no idea how hard it is not to just take you right now.”
I groan, hips bucking up, needing him to start, to do something.“Don’t make me wait,” I beg again, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me.“I need you, Dustin.”
He chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest.“Oh, I’m going to give it to you, baby.Don’t worry.But I’m going to take my time.Make you feel it.”
I watch as he moves between my legs, grabbing the lube from the nightstand.He takes his time, slicking his fingers before leaning forward, his breath warm against my skin as he presses a kiss to the tip of my cock.His tongue flicks over the head, and I can’t help but moan, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine.
