7. Noah

Noah

Chapter seven

Personal Itinerary: Welcome Party 10:00 PM

My heart pounds frantically in my chest, and my mouth is fully agape. "So, what?" I ask, trying to stay calm. "You wanna be my knight in shining armor and… what? Fake date me? Be my fake Daddy?"

In a move so fast, I don't register it until Dylan presses me against the railing. "Who said I wanted to fake anything?"

Oh, holy mother of drag. My heart pounds even harder. Dylan is only about an inch or so taller than me and his whole body is pressed deliciously close to mine.

"Have I died?" I squeak out.

"No, darlin'. You are very much alive and kicking." Dylan grins, slowly rotating his hips.

A groan tumbles out of my lips. "I'm definitely dead. I stumbled my tipsy ass right over the railing and drowned." I ignore that tiny little voice inside my head that says I'm really not that tipsy.

"Noah." Dylan's commanding Dom voice snaps me out of my ridiculous thoughts.

"Yes?" I swallow.

"What do you say? Are you still searching for a Daddy?"

I nod. "This is crazy. It can't last. You're eleven years older than me. You're Jules' brother."

Something flickers in Dylan's eyes. Did my words hurt him? Before I can think about that look on his face, he runs a finger over my cheekbone. The move effectively silences me.

"I don't think Jules will mind. We just need to be honest with him."

"No, you're right. I don't think he'll mind, or at least I hope not." I bite my lip, a nervous habit I can't seem to break. "But we don't know each other very well. What if we don't kink well together?"

Dylan grins. "How about a temporary agreement? Why don't we try things out at the ‘Daddies in Leather' event? I assume you're going to it?"

I nod again. "Yeah."

"Good," he replies. "I promised Ash I would take him."

I bristle. I completely forgot Ash is Dylan's roommate. I narrow my eyes. "Wait, how do you know Ash? Did you two come here together?" Jealousy swirls in my stomach.

"None of that, boy." His body is still pressed against mine, and my cock jumps at his tone.

Fuck. "It's hot when you call me boy. And darlin'," I admit.

"Okay, darlin'," he drawls, with a sly smirk on his lips. "I promise there's no need to get jealous. I don't know Ash. Just met him. He was originally supposed to room with Rowan, but Rowan couldn't make it. Ash wants to have some fun while he's here, but he's a little shy. Maybe we can take him to the Daddies in Leather event together?"

Despite being jealous just a few moments ago, I smile. It's just like Dylan to help Ash out.

"Okay, let's do it." A wide smile breaks across my face. "You can be my Daddy… in paradise."

Even though I wasn't up for partying earlier, the high of knowing my lifelong crush just asked to be my Daddy has me hyper and needing to burn off some energy. It's been a really long time since I could just let the music take over and dance. Hosting the actual party gets tiresome.

Dylan and I pause at the bar and order one last celebratory drink. It takes a lot of alcohol for me to get drunk, but most of my shots wore off during dinner. I have to admit, I totally swooned when Dylan told me he was concerned and wanted this to be our last drink of the night. When was the last time someone even bothered to look after me like that?

Being a party person, people usually encouraged me to drink more, not limit myself. It's probably why I have a high tolerance for the stuff. I might have been a little tipsy earlier, but it was mostly an excuse. Over the last several months, I've toned down the drinking and partying, wanting to prove to my boss I'm an asset to the company.

"Now what?" I yell over the noise of the crowd.

"Now, we toast to us."

I grin. "To us!" I shout.

Dylan clicks his shot glass against mine, and I bring the amber liquid to my lips. The whiskey slides down easily and I'm left with a pleasant, sugary, caramel taste that lingers on my tongue.

"Let's dance." I lace my fingers with Dylan's and drag him onto the dance floor.

Writhing bodies flood the room. We dodge couples and bypass dancers who grope at us. There might be a sea of people amongst us, but this moment is for Dylan and me. We dance for what seems like forever. I'm drenched, and my feet are starting to ache, but I don't want to stop.

The music changes to something seductive and slower, shifting the mood in the air. Suddenly, Dylan is pressing harder against me and I'm grinding my ass against him. He's hard and thick. Very thick. And it's making me wish we didn't have so much material between us. We sway to the music and he leans in close. Somehow, I get a whiff of his clean, woodsy scent mixed with sweat and soap. Just when I'm afraid all this heavy grinding might make me embarrass myself, the music changes again.

He pulls away from me with a groan. I spin around and notice the bulge in his pants just as his gaze lands on mine. We both burst into laughter. He's panting, his eyes dark and wild-looking. I have no doubt that my appearance mirrors his. I take his hand, letting him tug me close again. This time we sway and dance, before he twirls me in a fancy spin. It's awkward with all the people surrounding us, but it's fun and totally feels like what I think we'd be like if we were a real us.