“Can’t wait,” he said by way of apology, already shoving my trousers down. “Need you now.”
My shout was loud as heat enveloped my cock. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.”
Dom didn’t tease. He didn’t go slow. He devoured me like I was his last meal. His head bobbed furiously, cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard.
It was all I could do to remember how to breathe. My eyes rolled back in my head, my hands grasping at his hair. Not to control him, but just to give myself something to hold on to before I floated away.
Not that Dom would let me. I was safe with him.
“Dom,” I gasped, lightning racing down my spine. “I’m not going to last.”
Dom grunted, doubling his efforts. One of his big fingers slid between my cheeks, tapping against my hole.
That was it. I was done for. I came with an inarticulate yell, my hips straining as Dom drank me down.
“God, you taste good.” Dominic rested his chin on my thigh and smiled up at me. “Can’t believe I made Ryan Davies come in my teenage bedroom.”
“Seems fair given how many times teenager Ryan made you come in his bedroom.”
He tugged on the bottom of the red T-shirt affectionately. “How about we revisit such activities in our current bedrooms?”
I smirked. “Haven’t we already done that too?”
“Not in the same room,” Dom said before rolling off me with a sigh. “But if you’d rather not…”
I sat up and hauled him towards me by the front of his shirt. “Fuck off, you prat. You know I was only playing.”
“I know.” He grinned. “And you’re still my favourite person to play with.”
31
Dominic
I had no idea what time we’d fallen asleep last night, only that I wasn’t sure it could still be called night. Sunlight had definitely been creeping through the curtains when our bodies had finally given in to the exhaustion and forced us to rest.
It wasn’t even just sex. I mean, yes, there’d been a lot of that. But there’d been so much talking too. More confessions of love. Ideas for where we might live. What kind of house we’d like. Ryan’s priority was somewhere with a big kitchen.
Me? I fancied a patio, just like the one we’d had in Scotland. Where we could have a bench that was slightly too small for both of us to fit on.
Not that I needed an excuse to curl up on Ry now. He’d tucked me in against his chest in the early hours, locking his limbs around me. I’d had to choke back tears.
This was really happening. I’d told myself it would, but there’d been so much in our way…
I was going to be pinching myself daily for a while yet.Years, perhaps. Or maybe I’d never stop marvelling at the fact that Ryan was mine. That he’d chosen me.
That idea didn’t scare me. It thrilled me. Ryan Davies was a better person than I could ever hope to be.
But I was the one he’d decided to spend his life with.
Others might think we were moving too fast, but it had taken us over a decade to get to this point. Neither of us wanted to waste another second apart.
We didn’t just talk about the distant future, but the near one too. How smug we suspected Xander would be. The few days I’d taken off from work, expecting to be mourning losing Ryan to another.
Instead, I’d be celebrating that not happening.
With him.
I’d even brought up what had happened at the hotel, asking Ryan about how Kate had reacted.