22. Walker

Walker

" Y ou know if we're late, Oakley will kill me." I say, but I really couldn't care less at the moment. Dutton's lips are trailing down over my bare chest as he sinks to his knees.

"It's your fault," he says, undoing my jeans—which are my nice jeans, might I add, with no dirt stains or rips in them at all. "You just had to tease me with these panties."

I chuckle as he lowers the zipper and pushes my jeans down over my ass. I did make quite the show of pulling the lacy red thong up my thighs as we were getting dressed for Oakley and Travis's New Year's Eve party.

My cock is hard and leaking, already threatening to ruin the brand-new panties I bought for just tonight. "You didn't have to watch," I tease, my head falling back against the wall with a thunk.

His hands trail up my thighs, and one brushes over my hard cock, making the lace drag over it enticingly.

"Fuck. Please." I give up on the teasing and beg him because I need his mouth on me. I can't get enough. I don't think I ever will.

"Well, as much as I want to dirty these up,"—his fingers trail over the hem and pull them down enough for my cock to pop out and up from them—"I want to know they're under your jeans during the party.

"Dutton. Please," I try again. My cock is leaking and flushed red. Begging for relief.

Thankfully, he doesn't tease me too long, swallowing me down without any more preamble, and holy fuck, that feels good. I resist tugging on his hair the way I like as he takes me all the way to the back of his throat and swallows around me.

I barely manage to remind myself that we have somewhere to be, and if he has sex hair, the guys will be relentless. I thrust into his mouth the way I know he likes, then look down to see that he has his slacks pushed down and his underwear out of the way, freeing his cock as he strokes it at the same time he works me over.

Thankfully, neither of us had put our shirts on, so when he comes, it only hits his bare stomach. I go over a moment later, using his lush mouth to milk every last drop of cum from my balls.

"We're going to be late," I say, but I don't move, and he looks up at me with his beautiful eyes, his lips swollen and puffy. "Worth it."

He laughs and stands up, kissing me hard and letting me taste myself. We manage to clean up and get dressed quickly before heading over to Oakley and Travis's house, where thankfully, we weren't the last ones to arrive.

Everyone from work is here, along with a couple Oakley and Trav know from high school who have since moved away—Camden and Kingston, I think. Yeah, that's it. They're married now but seem pretty happy to reunite with old friends at the huge party.

Oakley and holidays, I swear. I'm not sure anyone loves the holidays more than he does.

There's a ton of food and champagne, music playing, and the whole place is just comfortable and warm. Inviting. I love coming over to their house. I always have, but with my arm wrapped around Dutton's lower back and him snuggled in close, it's even better now.

I feel complete, and I didn't even know I wasn't until I saw him for the first time. Not that I think everyone needs a soulmate or whatever to make them whole, but I'm pretty sure I did. I was a whole person before him, but now, everything is just better.

He hasn't come out and said that he doesn't want to go back to California, but something has shifted since Christmas. It feels more permanent.

I'm careful not to push it though. He'll decide in his own time, and I need to let him do that.

Travis and Oakley join us where we're standing, and Travis looks a bit nervous. I briefly wonder what that's about before he looks at Dutton. "We have a question for you."

Oakley is beaming, all big and proud, but Dutton looks a little nervous too. "What's up?"

"We want you to take pictures at our wedding," Oakley says loudly, and I don't think that was the way Trav was going to approach it, but he just shakes his head and laughs, looking at Dutton.

"We do, if you're up for it."

"You guys set a date?" I ask, happy as hell for my friends.

"We did! February 14th," Oakley supplies, and I laugh.

"Valentine's Day? Really?" I can't help but tease. For anyone else, it would probably seem corny as hell, but with Oakley—yeah, it fits. The guy is over-the-top and fully embraces life. It makes all the sense in the world.

His grumpy guy—not so much. But even Travis seems content with the date. "We're ready to do this. Didn't want to wait any longer."

"So it's next month?" Dutton asks.

Travis nods, looking a little sheepish. "It won't be huge or anything. We're doing it at our house in the back yard."

"There's a meteor shower that night," Oakley says, hugging Travis to him, and they share a strange look. Couple secret, I guess.

"That's what sold me," Travis says and smacks his lips against Oakley's.

"I'll do it," Dutton agrees, and hell yes. "Just fill me in on the details and what you're looking for. I'll make it happen."

"Oh, I have no doubt at all," Travis says happily. "I've looked through your galleries. You capture every moment so beautifully. You have a real gift."

I swear Dutton is blushing as he thanks Travis. Someone turns up the television in the middle of the room, and we all direct our attention there because it's almost midnight. A new year.

I pull Dutton's body to mine as we all count down with excitement, the love he has for me shining in his eyes as I direct the same feelings right back to him. And when the clock strikes midnight, I pull him in for a kiss that I hope tells him just how much I love him—everything about him—and how happy I am that he's here with me.

I wasn't sure whether he could be happy here, just doing weddings and children's birthday parties. No fancy models. But so far, he seems really excited every time he books a new job.

He's been developing his website more and more to fit into his new lifestyle, and yes, of course I stalk the site. My heart pings with excitement when he posts a new wedding gallery—because I usually know the people, or at least know of them.

Our world is pretty small here, but he seems to be embracing it.

I can only hope now he'll always love it. I can't stand the thought of him resenting me, but he's really come into his own. I believe him when he tells me LA was changed for him. That he's changed. I do. But I also worry that maybe it won't be enough.

That maybe I won't be enough.

I need to take my own advice, though, and just let it be as simple as that. We love each other and this life that we're slowly building together.