27. Colt

Colt

" H oly shit, today was a long damn day!" I say as I walk through the front door of the house, knowing Dallas is home because I saw his truck outside. We only have about a month left on this lease, and I found the perfect house to buy across town. We're still finalizing the paperwork, but it's going to be ours. I can feel it.

I want Dallas to be able to graduate first though, so he doesn't have to worry about moving and graduation at the same time.

I never thought I'd be purchasing a house in Kensley, but it was the easiest decision I've ever made. I also can't wait until he graduates and comes to work for the company I work for. He already has the job waiting for him, and I've missed him so damn much the past three days while I drove around western Kansas, inspecting oil rigs.

"I'm so ready to get you naked, you better be ready for me," I say, walking into the living room, and I'm met with a loud shushing.

"Jesus. Maybe don't walk into the house that way," Dallas says, cradling his sleeping son in his arms while he sits in the rocking recliner we have in the living room. He's grinning though, not at all mad.

I smile at the sight, loving how good he is with Christian. "Well, I didn't know we had a tiny guest tonight."

He smiles as I lean down and give him a quick kiss, careful not to jostle the sleeping baby. "His mom had a date."

"No shit?" I ask, completely shocked because despite us trying occasionally to urge Chloe into dating, she's been adamantly against it.

"Yeah. Guess it's some customer at the diner. She was blushing and everything when she told me about him. I think it could be true love."

I chuckle at that, and as badly as I want to flop down on the couch, I'm dirty and need a shower first. "So I'm guessing you won't shower with me then," I say as I look at Christian's sleeping form. I love that kid, but damn. I was looking forward to that hot, soapy shower with Dallas.

He looks down at the sleeping kid and then stands up carefully, cradling him to his body. "He just fell asleep. I think we should be good. Grab the monitor."

Hell yes. When he gently places him in the Pack N' Play in the middle of the living room, the kid doesn't even stir. Dallas puts the monitor base next to him before grabbing my hand and leading me to the bathroom.

His lips are on me as soon as we get inside, and God, I love coming home to him. Every single time. He pulls my grimy clothes off, and I remove his as we kiss and move toward the shower. I put the monitor's receiver on the bathroom sink, and we climb in under the warm spray of the shower.

"Our house has a much better shower," he says, and I grin. I love him talking about the house we're buying together. He wasn't sure about putting his name on the deed since I had to take the loan out in my name, but I don't care. It's just as much his as it is mine.

"Much better," I agree, my body against his as we kiss, and he manages to grab soap and lather it all over my body. "But this will do for now, I suppose," I tease, and he nods his head eagerly.

We kiss until we're both breathless. "Lube?" he asks, and I look around, grabbing the bottle we keep in here. He grabs it, pouring some into his hand and slicking my cock.

"Want you inside me," he says, and I grin, ready to oblige.

My knees nearly buckle when he turns away from me, placing his hands on the shower wall and pushing his ass out for me. I take the lube from his hand and waste no time getting him ready for me.

I love having him inside me, and we do love to switch it up, but there's nothing like sliding into his sweet body. Making him mine. Claiming and owning him this way.

The way he gives himself over to me. The trust. God, it's enough to nearly make me come as I slide inside his tight heat.

"Yes. Don't go easy on me," he says, and I see his fingers already curling against the smooth wall of the shower.

"So perfect," I say, moving inside him in slow, smooth strokes and making him needy for me. He's pushing back against me, groaning and getting frustrated.

"Colt. Harder."

I grin against the back of his neck. "So impatient."

"Colt," he whines, and I fucking love it. I love everything about this man. Finally, I give in, pulling out and shoving into him, hitting his prostate and making his back arch with pleasure. "Yes."

I slide in and out of him, reaching between him and the shower wall to stroke his hard cock. He pushes back into me, meeting every single thrust until we're both coming apart, and I wrap my arms around him, just feeling him.

Letting myself get lost in him. I'm so damn happy he decided to move in with me. Nowhere would have felt right without him with me. And I know that's going to be true for the rest of my life.

My boyfriend. My lover. My home.