California Dreamin'

“And all the while, you were there. While I was fighting against myself, torturing myself, you were fighting for me. You were quietly growing up. You were doing it all for me, weren’t you?”

“I was.”

“You’re a warrior, you know that?”

I swallow. “Yes. And you’re my protector.”

He moves then, hugging me tightly.

I close my eyes and burrow my face in his neck as I feel him bending, lowering himself onto the bed and taking me with him.

He deposits me on his sheets, and I hate the fact that I have my jacket on so I can’t feel them. I can’t feel the texture of the blanket he drapes over himself when he sleeps. I can’t feel the silk of his sheets on my skin.

But before I can ask him to take my jacket off, take all of my clothes off so I can feel what he feels while sleeping alone in this bed, he fists my hair and pulls my neck back, hovering over me.

“I was born for you, wasn’t I?” he asks, roughly.

“Yes.”

“And you were born for me. You were made for me,” he tells me and all I can do is clutch his t-shirt and nod. “Your soft skin. Your small, curvy body. You know why you’re soft and silky all over?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m hard all over. I’m rough and harsh. You’re soft because I’m sharp.”

I feel all the words he’s saying. I feel them on my fingertips, with which I’m holding his shirt.

I feel them in between my legs.

It makes me ache, how hard he is.

“I know,” I whisper.

“And you know why you’re so tiny and warm?” he whispers, his words feeling misty and sleepy.

“Why?”

“Because my big, hard cock needs a warm tight home.”

As soon as he says it, my body jerks beneath him. “Dean…”

He comes closer at my moan of a call.

He settles himself between my thighs, pressing our lower bodies together, giving me something to move against.

Not only that, he grazes his lips over mine. I don’t know how they became so sweaty when it’s so cold out there, but both our mouths slip against each other, covered in a mist.

“You are my home, Fallon,” he growls. “Your heart, your soul, your body. Your tiny cunt is my home. I’ve been a fool, you see. I’ve been a fucking fool. You never leave your home, do you? You never leave the place you belong. And I belong with you.”

I don’t know what’s happening, but my eyes feel watery even as my pussy clenches. It ripples with his words. It flutters and gets wet.

Not to mention swollen, and hence, smaller.

My channel runs like a river and gets even tighter for him. Warmer.

Because I’m his home.

“Dean, please.” I dig my nails in his stomach. “Please fuck me.”

“No,” he says, even though he’s jerking against me, establishing a rhythm like he would if he was inside me.

“Dean—”

He plunges both his hands into my loose hair and cuts off my speech. “Listen to me, Tiny. Tonight, you’re going to sleep in your own bed.”

“What?”

His features look harsh in the yellow light, harsher than before. As if he hates what he’s going to say next.

“I’m going to take you home and you’re going to sleep in your own bed.”

“But you don’t have to. No one knows and—”

“That’s the thing. No one knows.” His jaw pulses. “No one knows that you snuck out. You broke the rules. You went behind your parents’ backs. For me. Not anymore, okay? You’re not breaking any more rules for me. I’m not letting you. So you’re going to be the good girl you are and you’re going to let me walk you home. And then I’ll do what I was going to do anyway.”

“What were you going to do?”

“I was going to come to your house tomorrow and I was going to talk to your dad about us.”

I blink. “You were going to come to my house tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I’m not leaving, Tiny. I’ve left you enough, broken my promises enough to last a lifetime.”

Regret shines on his face and I shake my head. “But—”

“I did,” he tells me gravely. “I let you fight for our love alone. You didn’t have to carry that burden yourself but you did. Because I wasn’t there. But I’m going to change that. I’m going to make another promise, Tiny. To you, to myself, and I’m going to make a promise to your dad.”

“What promise?”

“That I’ll take care of his daughter. That I’ll be there for her no matter what. No matter what happens from here on out, I’ll live for her. I’ll live to make her happy. I’ll make her laugh. I’ll fight her demons. I’ll wipe her tears and hold her hand. I’ll tell him that I was born for you and I’ll die for you too. And one day when I’ve atoned for all my sins, when I’ve erased all the hurt I’ve caused you, I’ll make you my wife.”