12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Wow . I just experienced the most mind-blowing sexual encounter of my life. Dax, the hero of my imagination who can tackle frozen pipes and rocks a cape, just made me feel supercalifragilisticexpialidocious with his mind-blowing sex. He thoroughly fucked me into… wait, what day is it? I don’t even know anymore. And those beads surprised me with how good they felt.

At first, I wasn’t sure if his cock and balls were going to fit inside me. Dax and I were similar in size, but he looked thicker, and those beads definitely added some extra bulk. Despite Dax’s reassurance, I was still wary that they might hurt, but to my surprise, they felt amazing. The small beads felt larger than they were, but they hit all the right spots perfectly.

Pearling is a new discovery for me and one I hope I get the chance to experience again. My body feels thoroughly fucked, but instead of revelling in this moment, worry starts to creep in. With Dax’s warm cum still inside me, I sense the tension emanating from him. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling as I roll my head to the side and squeeze his hand.

I always dreamt and wished for this day, but never expected it to actually happen. But now that it has, I’m not sure what to do next. What is the proper procedure for sleeping with your best friend’s dad? I really hope he doesn’t end up regretting this. If he says that, I might end up in tears.

“Dax?”

“Shit Tris,” he replies, squeezing my hand back. “We probably shouldn’t have done that.” He turns to face me.

Crap, he’s gonna say it and break my heart.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” I bark out in defence. I try to pull my hand away, but he holds me tight.

“Don’t pull away, please. I don’t know what to do here, Tris. What are you thinking?”

That you make me feel so alive in a way I’ve never experienced before. That I’ve wanted this for a long time, and it was every bit as wonderful as I hoped it would be. But I don’t think he’s ready to hear that. So, I only tell him part of what I was thinking.

“That you regret it, regret me. That you’re gonna get dressed and pretend this didn’t happen between us. That you’ll never look at me the same way again.” His brown eyes wrinkle at the corners while I keep talking. “Dax, you just made me feel on top of the world. Please don’t ruin this by regretting it.” I turn my head to look at the ceiling above me now. The thought of him confirming my suspicions is so unbearable that I can’t even bring myself to look at him. For all my confidence and teasing, I’m really worried he’s about to destroy me.

The quiet envelopes us as we lay side by side, holding hands. The awkwardness of the situation is getting unbearable. As I prepare to stand up, the cold air from the open window sends shivers down my spine and causes goosebumps to appear on my skin, just as he says, “I don’t regret it. How could I? Haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since that kiss on Jake’s birthday. You’re phenomenal, inside and out. You exude sexiness and confidence. And you know what you want and you go get it. I’ll never understand what you see in me,” he huffs.

“Don’t say that.” Turning to look at him, I continue, “Do you realise how attractive you are, the way you present yourself? Dax, you’re absolutely gorgeous. And when you talk about Jake, your eyes sparkle with pride and warmth, a reflection of the love and happiness you bring as a father. You’ve got it all. At least for me, you do.” I smile. “Can we talk about it?” I ask.

“Yes, of course. But before anything else, let’s get under the cover since your teeth are chattering again.”

While I crawl under the blanket, Dax stands up to shut the window. I was expecting him to get dressed, but to my surprise, he crawls back into bed with me. Lying on our sides, we look into each other’s eyes, feeling the warmth of our bodies next to each other. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Dax,” I say softly.

His gentle smile warms my heart as he tenderly pushes my curls away from my forehead. Blowing out a breath that warms my face, he murmurs, “Honestly, my biggest concern is Jake.”

“Jake?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to cause any problems between the two of you, especially since you are so close. And I’m worried he’ll hate me for it. For sleeping with you. I couldn’t bear the idea of him being angry with either of us. He’s all I have.”

I wanna kiss him and snuggle up to his neck to make him feel better, but he didn’t even kiss me during sex, so I don’t wanna push it. However, I need to physically feel him, to have some form of touch. Reaching out, I gently place my hand on his cheek. “You’re right. We are close. Jake is like a brother to me. He’s supported me through some really hard times. He’s important to me as well. If it wasn’t for him, I might not be here. But I’ll tell you a secret. I share everything with Jake. He’s well-informed about my long-standing crush on you.”

I observe the surprise in Dax’s eyes as they widen.

“What?” he blurts.

“Mhm. I’m confident that he won’t be mad at us because he knows how much I like you.”

At least I hope he won’t. For the past three years, he has patiently listened to me talk about his dad without ever mentioning that he was off-limits. Jake is a friend who loves me wholeheartedly. My biggest supporter. He is a constant reminder that bad days are part of life, but what matters is getting back up to enjoy the good days. He hopes I find my happy ending.

“There’s a lot to unpack here, Tris.” He rolls onto his back again, taking the covers with him.

“Hey, cover hogger. My butt is getting cold,” I quip.

“Shit, sorry.” Rolling back towards me, he tucks me back in.

“Look,” I say. “We won’t be going anywhere till the snow melts, so we have time to go over it all. That’s if you want to, anyway. And just for the record, if you want to fuck me like that again, then I’m all for it.”

Dax huffs out a laugh. “You’re something else, you know that, Tris? Here’s me having a crisis wanting to do the right thing and you still have my cock on your mind.”

“So... is that a yes to the fucking?” I bat my eyelashes.

“Jesus. You should come with a warning label,” he groans.

“Yeah? What would it say?” I know I’m fishing for compliments here, but I just can’t help myself. I love teasing him.

“Trouble,” he says, shaking his head.

“I’ll wear it for you as long as I’m naked under it,” I say playfully.

“See? Trouble with a capital T.” His laugh makes me gooey inside. It’s nice to see the lighter, fun side of him. I know we have lots to talk about, but I just hope he keeps an open mind about this thing between us. Because there is something here and I won’t be told otherwise.

Dax looks serious again. “How about we take a nap, and when we wake up, I’ll help you cook dinner, and we can talk then?” he suggests all teachery. I bet he’s so hot in his classroom, standing up at the whiteboard, explaining ‘ there , their, and they’re’ to his students. “Are you okay? Are we okay?” He frowns.

“We’re okay,” I reassure him, a yawn catching me off guard. “You wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

“How about neither? You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine.” What a party pooper!

“Well, I’m a snuggler, if you haven’t already gathered. So don’t be surprised if you wake up covered in me.” Dax smirks. “Let’s just cuddle, spoon me, and if it slips in, it slips in, no biggie. You have my full consent, even if I’m sleeping.” I give him a cheeky wink and turn over, backing up till my arse meets his body.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” His arm wraps around my stomach, pulling me close till his hard meat is resting in my crack. This is what dreams are made of. I sigh and close my eyes. Sometimes dreams do come true.