Page 14 of Fusion (Gravity #2)

Beau

The buzz of fluorescent lights followed us through the parking garage then to the elevator. I stifled a yawn, grateful tomorrow was Sunday, and I could sleep in. Dash’s meetings over drinks and dinner tended to last well into the night, which would be fine, but I typically had to rise early for work the next morning. That lack of sleep made the following day feel so much longer.

The elevator doors parted at the press of the call button. As we ascended, Dash extended his hand toward mine. I grasped it, interlocking our fingers. The weight and grip brought back memories of a time when we’d held hands everywhere we went.

As if Dash read my mind, he said, “Not too long ago, I couldn’t have made it five seconds without touching you.”

“We used to spend more time together than apart.” I leaned my ass against the railing in the back of the car. Moments later, the doors spread open.

“I never imagined I’d work this hard,” Dash murmured, holding my hand as we exited the elevator and started down the hall toward our home.

“Me either,” I replied with a sincere chuckle. Dash left the house after me, but always by seven in the morning, and most nights he didn’t return home until after I had gone to bed. The weekend used to be our time together, but those days were only a good memory. Dash now worked seven days a week. I missed our lives together. Tightening my hand holding his, I forced myself out of my head before my thoughts turned darker.

“You’re being quiet,” Dash said while entering the code to unlock the front door.

When I didn’t respond quickly enough, he cast a questioning glance over his shoulder. My gaze was instantly drawn to him, and it was still overwhelming for me. He had always been a handsome guy, but with age and a well-tailored suit, Dash looked genuinely GQ-ready.

“I tend to be the quiet one,” I reminded him.

“Not usually with me.” He fixed his gaze on me, using his butt to hold open the door to allow me to get ahead of him. Once inside, he tossed his key fob on the entry table. A habit he’d had since we moved here. He tightened his grip around my hand. “You’ve been preoccupied all evening.”

“I understand that you find a way to make it work a certain way, but it bugs me to have Carter mentioned so much around me. I don’t like him. I feel like my mom made a bad decision in marrying him,” I said, releasing Dash’s hand to shrug off my suit coat. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wear a tie today. They were so annoying and dumb to wear.

The quiet in the house always made it feel cold. The game that I left out in the living room was picked up, no sign that it was ever there. Apparently we had housekeepers that I never saw, but miraculously kept the house uber clean.

As I trudged up the stairs for the bedroom, an instrumental piece started to play throughout the house. Sometimes, I turned on Dash’s playlist because it always reminded me of him. Once I realized he hadn’t followed me up, I searched him out. I found him still on the first floor, moving toward the staircase at a snail’s pace as he removed his clothes. My steps up became slower as I watched his suit coat be draped over his arm. His knotted tie hung loose as he worked his cufflinks free. I don’t know why I found that such a sexy move, but I did. My cock plumped, growing firm on my final step up.

“Beau, baby, Carter admires your determination to be a self-sufficient man, and he deeply loves his family, which includes you,” Dash explained, oblivious to all the sexy time pheromones I was throwing down.

“I wish you’d use my income to help pay our bills. I liked it better when we combined our paychecks,” I said, bringing up a topic sure to divert Dash from any more talk of Carter.

“I keep forgetting to tell you that the Dallas house is ours. We won,” Dash said in his own diversionary countermove, finally making it to the top step with me. We were now eye to eye, Dash’s smile spreading.

“Congratulations,” I said, falling in step with him as we moved toward the bedroom.

“Joy reached out to me. My father had a meltdown with the news and fired his lead council.”

“I bet,” I said. Whether Dash showed it or not, he was joyful about beating his father. I was too. “And you haven’t heard from your mom or any other family?”

“No. Thankfully.” We were in a lifestyle reminiscent of an old married couple. Instead of tugging off each other’s clothing to throw down in bed, I headed for the closet, and he followed. The overhead lights flipped on as we entered. “I saw Scott’s YouTube channel. I was surprised he posted both his and your shared videos. Has he noticed that you beat him every time? It’s funny. The comments bust on Scott.”

“He’s got baby brain,” I said, letting that be enough to explain where Scott’s head was anymore. I toed off my shoes and worked the buttons from the front of my dress shirt.

“With three children in four years, I bet he’s always going to have baby brain,” Dash said. We shared a look that meant no truer words had ever been spoken, then continued to undress.

“We’re godparents to four energetic young girls. I’m not gonna lie, they’re pretty special,” I said. By mentioning my tiny baby sister Kailey, one of the four young girls in our lives, caused me to worry. I wasn’t sure almost five years was enough time to truly vet Carter as a stable guy. What if there was a hidden alcohol problem, or something more devastating that put my mom and baby sister in a bad way?

I headed off to brush my teeth, and Dash trailed behind me. “I’ve been thinking about the Dallas property. What’re your feelings about putting it up for sale and having Amelia relocate here with us?”

“Oh joy. A light, witty conversation,” I said. The next few minutes were quiet, I didn’t like talking while brushing my teeth. When I was done, I reached for a hand towel and continued, “Has something happened? You playing hero again?”

“Let’s not go overboard with the praise. I’m not in a virtuous mood,” Dash said, turning me to where my ass hit the bathroom counter.

He slid his palms down my back then over the swells of my ass. He squeezed both cheeks as he pressed a kiss on my lips. Where I was ready to tongue and teeth the kiss, he backed off.

“I apologize for all the challenges I’m creating for you. I didn’t fully grasp the time and effort involved in this career choice. Stick with me. You’re perfect the way you are. Every part of you still stuns me.” Dash pushed his hands inside the waistband of my underwear and caressed his way to the front. “Why wear underwear?” He curled a hand around my shaft. His other had shoved my underwear down until it pooled at my feet.

I arched into his touch. My hips pitched forward, driving into Dash’s fist. Extreme desire drove all the feels inside my body, but my head wrapped around Dash’s words. “What’ve I done really wrong? Why am I good the way I am?”

“Nothing,” Dash murmured, lowering to his knees. He darted his tongue forward, swiping at my already beading tip. My vision zeroed in on my guy swallowing me directly into his mouth. Jeez, he knew how to blow me, doing everything to drive me crazy. Dash sucked me straight into his mouth, deep diving down my cock until my tip hit the back of his throat.

From the go, I whimpered unintelligible words while I gripped the edge of the countertop, digging in before my desire spun me out of control. Dash bobbed and licked his way around the entirety of my cock. It had been too long, maybe three weeks, since we were together in this way. I loved Dash on me. My orgasm already brimming, ready to release at any given swipe. At the same time, I gripped the base of my shaft with my rough palm, pushing my cock farther down his throat. Dash took it with ease, trailing his fingertips lovingly up the inside of my thigh.

The caress tickled until my balls landed in his palm. He gave a solid tug. Man, I liked that move. His talented hand and sinful mouth worked in unison. What a heady mix of love and pleasure. My guy knew me so well.

The thrust of my hips couldn’t be helped. My free hand went to Dash’s jaw and chin, holding him in place while I fucked his mouth. I liked it rough, but he craved domination, wanting me to cut off air. He gagged around my cock. His eyes were screwed closed as his hand stroked his own dick. The sight had my balls drawing up tight into my body.

“Bed,” I panted, not a hundred percent sure that I said that word aloud. I recovered quickly, though. I was good for a couple of back-to-back orgasms.

Dash was reluctant to let me go, only pausing due to the shove I gave against his jaw. That sexy mouth released me with an audible pop. Instinct, more than any real plan I had developed, moved me away from Dash where he remained on his knees, tracking me as I went into our bedroom. He followed in that stealthy, tracking of prey kind of way. Oh man, his desire turned me the fuck on.

I carelessly tossed the comforter off the mattress to the floor and slid onto the freshly changed sheets. Splayed across the bed, I bent my muscular legs at the knees, butterflying my thighs open. Heat rushed through my body at the sight of my beautiful guy crawling between my legs. My cock jutted in Dash’s direction like a heat-seeking missile, knowing exactly where it wanted to be.

“You’re gorgeous,” Dash whispered, pressing his lips to the inside of my thigh. “It turns me on to see you this way.”

Need churned within me, my slit leaking as he crawled all the way up my body to press those full lips against mine. He didn’t deepen the kiss or linger. Instead, he rose inches above me, his hard as steel cock settling in next to mine.

“Never doubt your significance in my life. Our bond’s strong and forever. Tell me you agree.” The solemn tone didn’t match the sweet longing in his eyes.

Even with the complexities of his world, my mate was still devoted to me. I lifted a palm to his cheek, my thumb sweeping light caresses anywhere it could reach. The other hand sought his ass, kneading the flesh there. “Absolutely. I get what’s happening, why you’re working so hard. It won’t last forever. I’m proud of you.”

His lips again descended, his tongue swiping directly into my mouth. I tasted my essence as he lavished me, leaving me breathless and eager for more. His skilled lips sucked and nipped their way down my chest, certain to leave small marks down the path he took. My fingers tangled into his silky strands as he took his time delving into the ridges between my stomach muscles.

At my obliques, he licked a wet path over to my needy cock, twitching for his touch. But he denied me. His nose tickled and nuzzled the hair there until his mouth reached my sac. Oh fuck, he was wicked, drawing each ball into his mouth, melding and molding them until my world centered right there between my legs.

I gripped the sheets, fisting the fabric as my ass pitched forward, wanting Dash’s undivided attention there. Jeez, I’d been with Dash so many times, but somehow, he played my body like his own personal instrument, taking me to the brink over and over again. I was still head over heels in love with my guy.

“Dashing,” I whispered the loving nickname that finally stuck. “It’s been too long. I need to come. Take me there.” The words came with a hint of a warning to help keep him focused.

With a sigh, Dash sat up and reached for the lube on the nightstand, getting to his knees. He scooted between my parted thighs. Then he drizzled the slick on his fingers before tossing the bottle aside. He stared at me the entire time. His movements sure, his need evident in his darkening blue gaze.

Dash massaged his slick fingers over my perineum, sending waves of tingles racing along my entire body. His cool breath puffed over my heated skin. I gripped the back of my thighs, my body tensing as a guttural moan escaped. Dash, though, was the conductor, guiding my body to play the symphony he created. A cool slickness swiped over my hole, the tender flesh took his thumb like it was meant to be there. With a quick intake of breath, I rolled my hips, my body vibrating with urgency. The hold I had on my orgasm was slipping.

He used his fingers and tongue to relax my hole. My feet dug into the mattress as he added two fingers, pumping them in and out of me. My body gripped his digits, easily drawing them inside. He curled the tips of his fingers to rub against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Fuck, man, he did it for me in every way. My cock leaked in earnest.

“Baby, please.” My plea came out breathless and needy.

“I wanna make this good for you,” Dash said, drizzling more lube at my hole, adding a third or fourth finger.

“It is,” I hissed. “I’m ready.”

“Look at me, Beau. Watch me enter you.” Situating himself as he gripped his own cock, Dash’s eyes locked with mine. He panted as he pushed the tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscle he’d worked to relax.

The sweet way he had about making love to me had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Ecstasy sent fireworks shooting off behind my lids when Dash fully seated inside me.

Home . My world came together. We were finally home again.

Dash’s pleasure-filled moan sent goose bumps shimmering along my nerve endings.

Dash pushed my thighs to my chest. I gripped my hamstrings to keep them in place. His body came over mine, his hand locking on my shoulder, keeping me right where he wanted me. My vision dimmed. His breath rushed out of him as he sank back and forth into me. Heat engulfed me into all that scorching, mind-numbing pleasure.

“God, you feel good,” Dash murmured, pushing through my legs to drop his forehead to my chest. My ankles crossed at his ass. He fit so perfectly as if I was made just for him.

“Fuck me, Dash.” Those blue eyes were almost a steel color now. Dash was my foundation. He kept me grounded. I grasped Dash’s head as I wrapped a leg around his body. My heel dug into the fleshy rounds of his ass, pushing Dash to move faster.

“I love you,” Dash whispered, his head lifted to stare me in the eyes. His hand reverently gripped my cock. I tangled my fingers into his hair, tugging him fully down to me, welding our mouths together in a rough, satisfying kiss. A tongue-tangling, teeth-clashing kiss that urged him to pump faster into me.

I clenched around his body, the strain becoming too much to bear. Fuck, Dash canted his hips, his hand pumping my cock to the rhythm he created. He thrust harder as he plundered my ass.

Dash’s throaty moans were addictive. I loved drawing the guttural, wild sounds from my guy. His gaze met mine. Something deep exchanged in our stare. Dash’s hips faltered. “My love…”

Dash pulled out then slammed back into me over and over again. My body trembled, and I took over the stroking of my cock. My legs trembled from exertion. Fuck, I was close. My balls ached to be emptied. Liquid fire raced through my veins, sweat beaded my brow, my hips lifted to meet each thrust…

Nothing had ever felt as good as having Dash balls deep inside my ass. For these moments, we were one.

“Ahh fuck yes! I’m coming.” The husky and ragged words rumbled through our room.

“Together,” Dash commanded. He slammed into me one last time. My ass clamped down around his cock. I shook with pleasure as he rode out his orgasm. I traced the indentations on my stomach. Dash collapsed face down on top of me, absolutely still. That was just fine with me. We could stay just like this together for a lifetime.

Dash’s cock slipped from me, and he lifted his head, pushing himself up enough to press his lips against mine.

“Mind-blowing. Thank you,” he whispered with puffs of breath given in irregular intervals. He was coasting on the afterglow.

“It’s always that way.” A secure sleep pulled me under.