16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

The kitchen was the next place they made love, Prince up on the counter, legs so wide, the stretch to his inner thighs would pain him for a week, but it was worth it. The way Dex was pounding into him, his thighs wouldn't be the only pain he'd have.

With his hair mussed and his eyes wild, he looked like an animal that was ready to tear him to pieces. It was sexy, the way he grunted, his sweat making his body shine in the light from the window. All while he fucked Prince savagely.

Prince wasn't lying back on the counter for long. Dex had him on his knees on them while he held onto the window well, and while Dex ate his ass, Prince's face was pressed against the cool glass of the window.

That wasn't the most comfortable position, but the way Dex ate ass, it was so good that he'd spend his life pinned against glass forever.

In the living room, he was bent over the couch, and a fistful of his hair was taken roughly, held while Dex fucked him from behind. He could barely take in a breath while his head was pulled backward, but he didn't care about his breathing. Not when Dex was making magical things happen to his body.

The last place they fucked was the shower, but it was nothing like the sex in the rest of the house. In that shower, he was held under the hot water, kissed tenderly while Dex ran the loofa over his skin. "You look good wet."

Prince sighed as he felt that loofa over the cheek of his ass. "I…feel good wet."

Once the long, sensual shower was finished, Prince was dried, Dex's robe wrapped around him and once again Dex picked him up into his arms and carried him to the bedroom. "I don't need you to carry me everywhere."

"Why not? I like it."

Prince giggled. "Okay, Daddy."

"Good boy, Prince. Now, if you can keep from ravaging me again, we might actually get to sleep together."

"Me? It's my ass that's sore!"

Dex chuckled a slow, " hehe hehe ," before kissing him slowly as he lowered him onto the bed.

And they slept together, after a round of kissing that had Prince dreaming before he ever fell to sleep.

Waking up, feeling that warm body next to him, Prince smiled to himself, then gazed over to Dex. He mouthed the words that he'd wanted to say all night. I love you.

No, he wouldn't say it. It was too soon, but that didn't stop him from feeling it. Dex in his sleep. He was sweet, all the lines of his face smoothed, his lips were parted just the tiniest bit.

Then, when his eyes fluttered open, the lines that feathered from his eyes as he smiled were back, and he pinched Prince's chin. "Morning."

"Morning, Dex."

"How long have you been staring at me?"

"A couple minutes."

Another chin pinch and he groaned, "You need to get back and I need to head out."

Fear struck him, but he didn't want to show it. "Oh? Grocery shopping or something?"

"No, baby. I need to head out for at least a week. Before you came, Marius asked me to take care of a couple things for him. I can't be here to do it with the shoddy cell reception."

Prince's heart was about to burst with sorrow. He lay back down for only a moment, then he sat up at the side of the bed and pulled the robe from the bottom around him. "Okay, then. I guess I'll see you when…I see you."

"Hey! Prince!"

He got up and gathered up his clothes that had been spread all over the floor. "No, it's cool. One job done, moving on to the next."

Dex got out of bed, and Prince had to keep his mind on track and not look at the gorgeous naked body. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Prince pulled the robe together, effectively covering himself. Not that it mattered. He'd been real up close and personal. "I'm cool! I'm good. You go, do your next assignment."

His arms were grabbed, and Dex was angry. His nostrils flared like a bull and his eyes were wild, and for once, that wasn't from arousal. "You are not being fair."

"Why should I? You did your job, I said yes, I'll be the head IT guy for the mob family! Now you can go and, I don't know, recruit some gay lawyer to be your consigliere!

After Dex's eyes rolled, Prince wrenched from his grip. "Prince, I don't see you as some fucking assignment!"

"Not anymore! I'm now a checkmark!"

Dex growled and grabbed his own clothes, getting them on in a fury. "I get your self-esteem has never been great, and you don't see when someone loves you like I do, but you're making me really fucking angry right now."

Prince stopped, and his pants fell from his hands. He was frozen so stiffly he didn't even blink.

Dex shoved one foot into his jeans and then the other, pulling them over his hips before looking up to see Prince frozen. "What?"

"You said…"

Dex cocked his head and asked, "I said what?"

Prince took a step toward him. "You said I didn't see that someone loves me."

The clothes still in Dex's hands fell to the floor too. "I did not."

"Yes, you did!"

Dex moved to the bed to sit on it and Prince couldn't keep his eyes on anything besides him. "I did. Wow," he said, then laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

Dex got up and grabbed him, kissing his forehead. "Because I hadn't meant to tell you like that, or…or this soon. It's…"

"Soon. Yeah. But is it true?"

"Of course, it's true. I thought you'd have guessed before I said it."

"So, I wasn't just a project? Assignment?"

"No! Getting you to come with us, that was an assignment. I got my ass chewed when I first spoke to Marius about this between us. Then he came here and saw us together and knew I wouldn't ever want to be away from you. So, he told me I need to get some shit taken care of while you're still here, so I can go with you to Montana and not leave things unfinished."

The relief that flowed through him was incredible. He nearly lost the ability to stand, so he moved to the bed, and Dex joined him. "I'm so dumb."

"No, you're insecure, but I'm going to fix that." Dex wrapped him in an arm, kissing his temple. "I have a lot to deal with before I can move my life to the boonies. Now that I know you have friends here, and they look after you pretty well, I'm more okay with going. But, Prince, if your dad comes back or if that fucker Toby hurts you, you come here. I'm leaving the key."

"Okay." Dex smiled and moved in, touching his lips lightly to Prince's. Even that hurt. All the kissing they'd done. His lips were swollen and likely bruised. "Maybe it's good you're going. My body needs to heal."

"I bet. I'm pretty sore too. Listen, come here every night at like nine. Reception is better here than the camp, so I'll give you a phone and you call me from here. We can keep in touch that way and your mind won't start wandering into dark places."

"You know me well already."

"Yeah. So, being that I said it…early, you don't hold that against me, right?"

The light in his eyes, those dark blue, beautiful eyes, Prince melted into that stare. "I'm not holding it against you. I promise."

"Okay…but…"

"I love you too, Dex."

Dex ducked his head and mumbled, "Whew, okay, I'm not crazy."

"Were you worried? About me?"

Dex nodded but kept his eyes from Prince. "I'm a guy, Prince, who has every insecurity that anyone else does."

"But you're…gorgeous! You're so hot! How can you be insecure?"

Dex finally turned his head back to Prince, then rose and helped Prince to his feet. He led Prince into the bathroom and stood behind him and he positioned Prince in front of the mirror above the sink. "Look at that man in the mirror and instead of nitpicking the things you don't like about him; tell me a few things you do like."

"A few? Multiple?"

Dex nodded as he rested his chin on Prince's shoulder. "Yup."

"Well, that's one thing."

"What?"

Prince laughed a little and said, "Well, you being right next to me. That's my favorite thing about myself."

"Okay, I like that, but it still doesn't count."

He play-pouted. "Fine." Really looking at his reflection, Prince scowled at first, always critical of himself. His face was too thin, pointed, and his eyes small. But Dex asked for what he liked.

"I like my eye color," he rushed. "My nanny once called the cerulean blue."

"They are. I love your eyes. They're beautiful. Now, what else?"

Prince smiled, and that showed him his second one. "I have straight teeth. And they're very white, but that is more my dentist's doing."

"Prince, stop that."

Sighing hard, he kept looking. "My hair color is pleasant. In the middle of auburn and chestnut. My nanny told me that too."

Dex laughed and held Prince's waist in his hands. "Yes, and it's thick and wavy, gorgeous. Keep going."

"Dex! This is hard!"

"Not for me." Dex turned him around, away from the mirror and as his eyes roamed over Prince's face, he started a list that made Prince love him even more. "You have this flawless skin, soft and smooth. You have the most kissable lips, nicely shaped. You have a regal look to you, like you were really a prince and not just named for one. And the best part about your eyes isn't the color and shape, which are both beautiful, but the love in them. The light in them. You're beautiful inside first and outside second, which is the best kind of beauty."

Prince embraced him to thank him, sure, but more so to hide the tears that were suddenly burning his eyes and rushing down his flawless cheeks.

"Your body, your face, your smile, they all light up a formerly dark place in me."

"How dark?"

"Not so dark that I didn't see the best light I've ever seen into get rid of it. I wanted you before I ever met you. When I saw you the first time, I knew you were that person that I wished for. Sappy, sure, but you bring that out in me." He smiled as Prince moved back to see him. "But don't tell anyone. I have a mean, tough reputation to keep."

"I'll never tell a soul."