17. Noah

Noah

Chapter seventeen

Boarding: 11:00 AM

It's ten minutes till boarding and I stare my phone in dread. Our last day of vacation was spent in this perfect whirl of relaxation and sex. While the rest of our friends spent the day by the pool or dancing at the farewell party. Dylan and I spent it in bed.

I think I was determined have him mark my body as much as he marked my heart. So of course reality would come crashing back down as soon as we got to the airport.

"What's wrong?" Dylan asks. We are sitting at the terminal waiting to board our plane to fly us from Florida, back to Southern California. Except I just got a call from Zayden. They need me to fly out to their penthouse in New York.

"There was another incident with Olly. He was performing on stage and he had a panic attack."

"You need to go then." Dylan nods. "They are your family."

I sigh. "I know. The concert turned into a shit show and sevral people filmed Olly's freak out. There are rumors going around saying he's on drugs."

Dylan sucks in a breath. "Is Olly okay?"

I nod. "He's fine now. Just pissed at the situation and embarressed. He insisted that I didn't need to rush over, and I can tell he's telling the truth. But Ella is doing us a huge favor. She's flying out to meet us and letting me do the full interview so we can control these damn rumors of him being on drugs."

"That's really heavy," Dylan replies, pulling me into his side.

I lean against him for several minutes before the intercom crackles and they start the boarding process for Dylan's plane.

I stand, and tears start to fill my eyes. "Fuck," I whisper.

"Hey, this isn't goodbye," he says, cupping my cheeks in his palms.

I nod, but don't meet his eyes.

"No. I can't have any of that." He tucks two fingers under my chin and tips my face up to meet

his. His stunning hazel gaze hesitates before meeting my own blue orbs.

"Say it," he commands, with a rough voice.

I look at him, confusion and hurt warring in my heart. "What?" My tone sounds weak and defeated.

"Noah, sweetheart, I want to hear you say it. This isn't the end of us. Do you understand?"

"You mean it?" I whisper.

Instead of answering, he pulls me to him, tilting my head back even further as he claims me with his mouth. His woodsy scent fills my senses and I go pliant in his embrace. But before long, we are kissing passionately. Fiercely. And I'm claiming him just as much as he's claiming me. I love that his main concern is for me. My whole life it's been about my brothers, but this interaction alone, tells me that while I'm flying off to help Olly, Dylan will be here to support me.

I smile against his lips.

"There he is." He grins. "There's my boy."

I chuckle against his lips, suddenly feeling free. Dylan is here for me. He always was when he was my teenage crush. He was even here for me as an adult. And today he's here as my Daddy. "You're right, Daddy," I whispers into his ear. "This is just the beginning."

"That's right baby. The beginning of us."

Suddenly it dawns on me. I want Dylan with me. I want someone to lean on while I let my brothers lean on me. "Come with me," I say.

"Wait, what?"

"I said, Come. With. Me." I muster as much of a Daddy voice as I can before I giggle.

Dylan's lips twitch.

"I want to introduce you to everyone. To my boss, to my mom, my brothers, although you met them a time or two, but its been years." I shake my head. "Come with me, Daddy."

"As your…"

"Well, I'm not usually not open to sharing my kinks while not on a kink cruise, but I could if you really want me to.

Dylan barks out a laugh. "And again, as your… How are your going to introduce me darlin'?"

"I was thinking as my boyfriend."

Dylan gasps. In this brief moment I see a barrage of emotions flicker across his face. Hope. Excitement. Relief. Vulnerability. Fuck. I see it now. Dylan is just as gone for me as I am for him.

I give him a brilliant smile. "What do you say, Daddy? Will you be my boyfriend? Come with me and let me show you off to my family?"

He grins back. "Yeah, darlin', I can't think of anything else that would make me happier."

"Don't worry, Daddy. I haven't shown you all my tricks."