All of Dallas’s rejection might be showing in the cracks of Greer’s carefully built confidence. He fully understood the hurt of being rejected by those who were supposed to love him. Greer had made a dauntless effort at protecting his heart for most of his life.
Yeah, until his gaze had landed on a tipsy hot trainer at a local dance club.
It was laughable at how freely, if not carelessly, he’d given his heart away. What if Dallas’s fears couldn’t be overcome? Dread gripped Greer, solidly waking him.
No more negativity. Insecurity was Dallas’s deal, not Greer’s.
Greer did what he did best, forced those thoughts aside, never to be considered again. He’d already decided he’d be or do whatever Dallas needed. His mister was scared, and he had to tread carefully to relieve Dallas’s burdens.
That simple.
The obvious truths began to splinter his plan. Not once in Greer’s life had he ever been enough to make someone love him. Now that the stakes were higher than ever, Greer’s arms instinctually tightened as worry swirled his belly.
“What?” Dallas mumbled against his hair. “Is it time to get up?”
Greer cleared his head and neutralized his tone. Dallas was a perceptive man. He’d sense Greer’s worry, most likely interpret them as a disconnect and cause Greer to spill his truth before he was ready.
“No, we have fifteen minutes.” Greer smiled as Dallas burrowed against him, content to sleep.
Greer had other ideas. There was a reason he’d set his alarm fifteen minutes early in the first place. He shifted until he was chest to chest with Dallas. He pressed his lips to Dallas’s bare shoulder then mouthed his way up Dallas’s neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses as he went. His nose skimmed the short, silky dark hair surrounding the shell of Dallas’s ear.
“I wanted to give you something to remember me by today. Let me kiss you.”
“My breath,” Dallas muttered, keeping his head buried in the pillow. The slow even breaths showed Dallas wasn’t getting Greer’s intentions at all.
“You’re ruining the romance,” he teased quietly and took Dallas’s jaw, positioning him so he was at a better angle. “You brushed your teeth before bed and that wasn’t all that long ago. Kiss me, D. Show me how much this matters.”
Dallas’s eyes slowly opened, a sleepy, honest gaze met Greer’s and his whole world stopped. Greer reared back several inches, staring at this kind, generous man. He wanted to be the only man Dallas ever kissed again. Dallas was his and he was Dallas’s.
An irrational, desperate cave-man edge made Greer want to claim Dallas right this minute. Demand that Dallas feel the same way about him. Fuck day by day, he wanted decade by decade. Greer’s move-mountains approach to life dictated forty-eight hours was long enough to declare his love. Why wait any longer? He had to stop all this treading-lightly and stalling to give Dallas time.
Seconds before the words tumbled from Greer’s lips, he glossed them over, easing the intensity. “I want you to be mine.”
Dallas’s face softened as Greer encouraged him to his back and sank down on top of him. Dallas wrapped himself around Greer. He brushed his mouth across Dallas’s lips. Dallas opened, and Greer plunged his tongue forward, gently but thoroughly making love to Dallas with his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Time stood still as Greer lost all sense of reason. He absorbed the understanding that every part of him wanted every part of Dallas…till death do they part. Greer kissed Dallas like his very life depended on their intimacy. He gathered Dallas in his arms, working his way between his parted thighs. His cock was like a steel rod between their bodies. The kiss deepened, turning frenzied in seconds flat.
Greer had to wrench himself from Dallas’s tight hold, trailing licks and nips down his trainer’s neck before his guy seemed to understand his intention. After swirling his tongue around Dallas’s pebbled nipple, he sank his teeth into the sensitive skin above Dallas’s rib cage then lifted his head and enclosed his hand around Dallas’s stiff cock.
“We don’t have much time. Let me do this.” Greer pushed back on his knees, spreading Dallas’s thighs as the bedcovers slid down his body. He pumped the thick length in his fist, enjoying the feel of Dallas’s desire sliding through his hand, cherishing the profound knowledge that he could make Dallas want him this much.
Greer’s gaze slid down his lovely trainer’s alluring body to the drop of pre-come glistening on his lover’s broad tip. Drawn there, Greer willed himself to memorize the sweet feel of Dallas’s cock entering his mouth. So beautiful. His lips touched the warm fleshy tip, kissing Dallas there before opening his mouth. Slowly, but thoroughly he took Dallas to the back of his throat on the very first swallow.
“How do you always do that…” Dallas hissed.