I see a wicked, triumphant grin spread across his face, but I'm unprepared when he moves suddenly to roll us over so that I'm on my back and he's on top of me.
He's still hard, and I shudder with pleasure as he thrusts inside me, again and again, our bodies slapping together in a wild fury that I so want to lead to an explosion. And we're close--we're both so deliciously close. I can see it on his face. I can feel it in the tension of his body. Just a little bit longer and--
But it's no good, and with a raw curse, he pulls out of me, soft now, and rolls onto his side, pulling me along with him, his arm around my waist, my eyes looking into his.
"Dallas." I don't know what to say. I want to soothe. I want to celebrate. I'm afraid that he's disappointed, but he quiets me with a kiss so deep and passionate that it erases all my worries and sends me floating off to a place where there's only desire and pleasure as Dallas marks a trail of kisses down my neck, between my breasts, and then all the way down my abdomen to my pelvis.
His tongue teases me, and the instant he closes his mouth over my sensitive clit, I explode against him, all of the built-up passion and energy radiating out of me in one vibrant, massive, overwhelming orgasm that he draws out by teasing my clit with his tongue, playing me like a finely tuned instrument from which he is determined to coax a concerto.
Finally, when he has drained me fully, he slides up my body and cups my face with his hands. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, then kisses my temple and teases my earlobe. "I'm so sorry."
I brush a kiss over his lips. "Thank you," I say sincerely. "I'm sorry, too." I reach for his hand and twine our fingers together as he pulls me even closer and I rest my head in the curve of his shoulder. "We're stronger together than apart, you know."
"Because we're meant to be together, Jane. We've known it our whole lives."
I nod, acknowledging the truth of his words. "But it only works if we are together. Don't you get that, Dallas? I can't be with you, if you don't let me in."
I see his throat move as he swallows. "I know," he says. "I should have told you about Adele. About Deliverance. About what the Woman did to me after they released you. All of it." He shifts, so that he is looking at me more directly. "But, Jane, you have to know that whatever I've kept from you, I did it because I thought it was right. I had a reason. I would never deliberately hurt you. All I ever want to do is keep you safe."
"I know." I brush a kiss over his lips. "I really do know that."
He reaches over to grab his phone and check the time. "It's tomorrow," he says, then grins. "Happy birthday. What do you want to do today?"
I snuggle closer. "I'm already doing it."
My ear is pressed against his chest now, and I both feel and hear his chuckle. "You know, yesterday you were pretty mad at me."
"Yeah, well, you're my brother." I prop myself up on an elbow. "I've spent my life being mad at you and getting over it." I see his face and roll my eyes. "Don't look like that. It's our reality. We can't exactly hide from it."
I push up and then straddle his waist, forcing him all the way onto his back. "So this is what we're going to do on my birthday. I'm going to work on scene revisions. You're going to lounge on my deck looking like my gorgeous boy toy. Then we're going to go to a concert. And when we come back, you're going to fuck me hard."
"Am I?"
"Oh, yes. Tie me up. Spank me. Fuck me however and wherever you want." I slide my hand over his now-hard cock. "I have a few interesting toys in my bedside drawer, so feel free to help yourself. But that's what I want. To be used by you. Very, very thoroughly."
His eyes are alight with a very wicked shade of green. "Sounds more like a present for me."
"Believe me, I want it."
He slides his finger between my legs, and I'm so sensitive that even that gentle touch on my clit makes me shudder as electricity tingles over every inch of my skin.
"Yeah," he says. "I guess you do."
We snuggle close again and sleep until almost lunchtime. And then we spend the day exactly how I said we would. It's LA, so the weather is gorgeous, and my deck has such a wonderful view of the hills and city beyond that it's easy to pass the time out there, me working and Dallas reading, with only small breaks for food and conversation. It's nice and comfortable. It feels like home.
Hell, it feels awesome.
As the afternoon draws late, I shut down my laptop and head to the railing, then look out over the green hills below and wisps of white clouds above. After a moment, Dallas joins me, his arms encircling me at the waist. I lean back against him and sigh deeply. "This is nice," I say. "If I didn't have two tickets for a concert tonight, I might have to stay here and do naughty things with you."
He tightens his grip and kisses my ear, then whispers, "I promise we'll be naughty tonight," with such heat that I'm tempted to forgo showering and changing clothes in favor of pulling him down on a chaise lounge and having my way with him.
Soon enough for that, though.
"I need to get ready," I say, then start to push back from the rail so I can head inside to my bedroom.
He tugs me to a stop. "If you don't mind, I thought we could go with some friends tonight. They can swing by and pick us up."
"Oh." I'm a little surprised; I hadn't expected that we'd be going with other people.