17. Dutton

Dutton

I didn't know family could be like that. I really thought families like them existed only in fiction, but they are very real. They're perfect. And no, not because the house is pristine or the cooking immaculate—they're perfect because they love each other so much.

When we get back to my place, we kick off our shoes and take off our coats, moving to my living room and sitting down next to each other on the couch. "Thank you for going with me. I know my family can be a lot."

"Your family is incredible," I say honestly. "I was thinking about what it must have been like for you to come out and..."—I look at him—"you didn't have any fear, did you? I mean, you just knew they would love you and be wonderful."

"Yeah, I pretty much knew they'd be awesome about it and that no one would fuck with me at school. Ben is huge and protective, but really, it was Jackie they all feared, and with good reason."

I chuckle. "Yeah, she does seem like she would happily rip someone apart for messing with you."

He laughs but quickly sobers and cups my face with his big hand, and I lean into the touch. "I'm sorry you didn't have that."

"My parents were okay. They still are. But they weren't like that." I can't help smiling over his family. The warmth and the love.

"Well, my parents have already decided you're family, so there's that. You'll never get rid of them now."

And as if that doesn't sound like the best thing in the world to me. "Thank you for helping me love this place again."

He looks around the room and then moves off the couch, dropping to the floor on his knees between my legs. "Want to make another good memory?"

He waggles his eyebrows at me, and it's ridiculous and hot at the same time. "I suppose we could do that," I say, trying to be coy, but my dick is stirring in my jeans already.

He deftly undoes my fly and pulls my jeans and underwear down my thighs, not fully removing them before he engulfs me in his warm mouth. I let out a shout, my fingers going to his hair. It's just long enough to get a grip on it, and I love directing him where I want him when he's giving head. I love the way he gives the control over to me.

I fuck into his mouth, reveling in the tight, wet heat and the slurping sounds he makes, driving me wild. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect."

He licks and sucks, taking every thrust into the back of his throat and holding onto me when I try to pull back, swallowing around me. It's too good, and before long, I'm spilling into his mouth, and he's licking me clean. But he doesn't move right away. He wraps his arms around my thighs, resting his head on them as I stroke his soft hair. He's panting like he's the one who came, but I know that's because he loves giving pleasure just as much as he loves receiving it. And I let him rest a little longer before I pull him up to me. He removes his jeans, leaving the pretty silk covering his even prettier cock, and straddles me. I kiss him hard.

I want to say so many things to him. I want to thank him for bringing me to meet his amazing family. I want to thank him for showing me just how beautiful the simple life can be. But it's all too raw—too real—as it sits in my chest.

He doesn't seem to need the words though. He shows me just how well he knows me as he kisses me, and my hand moves down his taut stomach, into his panties, and wraps around his hard shaft.

I tease the head for a moment, his hips jerking forward as he silently begs to fuck my hand. I pull off his cock, and when he whimpers, I swear my own dick tries to rally.

I love how desperate we are for each other. I hold my hand up to his mouth. "Get it wet."

He wastes absolutely no time, licking my hand and leaving behind enough saliva to stroke him. I do exactly that as I grasp the back of his neck with my other hand and pull him into a heated kiss. I start with long, slow strokes, but he's too far gone for that. Kissing me and biting me as he thrusts into my hand, his own hands on my shoulders as his fingers dig in.

His entire body goes rigid and his back bows as he unleashes into my hand and the panties, kissing my lips hard and punishing, leaving them bruised and well-used before he collapses all his heavy weight on my chest.

I don't even care. I wrap my arms around his big body, and I hope like hell we'll have so many more nights just like this one.

W e eventually moved to my bed last night, where he slowly fucked me until I came so hard, I nearly blacked out, and then he came deep inside me. I think he might have cleaned us both up with a washcloth after that, but I'm pretty sure I was cum-drunk and passed the hell out.

It's still pretty early when I wake up and go to the kitchen, leaving Walker fast asleep in my bed. I make a pot of coffee and notice it's looking pretty cold and gray outside.

And holy shit. I think it's snowing.

I grab my coat and slip on my shoes as I rush out onto the porch. The mums are still there, but we had to toss the pumpkins because they started rotting. I look out and see the tiniest of snowflakes falling from the sky.

I've seen snow a couple of times, but it's never really accumulated, and I'm not sure if this will either. But it's beautiful. I spend probably too much time staring at it fall to the earth. I'm so entranced by it, I barely register the sound of the door opening until I feel Walker's warm body pressed against mine. "Snow?"

"A little," I answer.

He wraps his arms around my waist, and I close my eyes, letting myself relax back into him. "My mom sent a text to remind me to bring you to Christmas."

I chuckle. "She only mentioned it like six times last night. Good thing she sent the reminder," I tease and turn around in his arms, threading mine around his neck.

"I think she's in love with you."

I want to say good, because I'm in love with her , but I stop myself. "I'd love to go to Christmas with your family."

"Yeah?" His mouth kicks up in an adorable smile.

"Wouldn't miss it." I lean forward and kiss him softly. "And guess what?"

"What?" he asks, his eyes so full of interest. He actually wants to know.

"I booked a wedding for next weekend."

He's grinning wide now. "Hell yeah! You'll be the town's official photographer before you know it."

I laugh and kiss him, even though a year ago, that thought would have probably terrified me.

Now . . . it just sounds right.