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I nodded and went outside, motioning for Jackie to come inside. She and Patrick came in closely behind me, and I would’ve thought that Dillon turned to stone if I hadn’t heard his heart beating at double speed.
“Hello, Dillon,” Jackie said, her hands on her son’s shoulders. “We’ve missed you.”
He looked from the two of them to me and back, his eyes switching furiously. “How the hell—” He paused and looked at Patrick apologetically. “Sorry, Pat.”
Pat rolled his eyes. “As if I don’t hear worse swear words from my own coach.”
“Still.” Dillon looked at me with burning eyes. “I think I need an explanation. Why would you do this?”
“Don’t you dare blame her,” Jackie said, stepping forward. “She was just trying to prove something to you.”
He swallowed. “What’s that?”
“That you don’t have anything to be sorry for.”
He started shaking, and Jackie was there to wrap her arms around him when the first sob broke through him. I almost took Patrick aside, but to my surprise, the kid followed his mom’s lead, going to wrap his little arms around his godfather’s waist.
What happened over the next few hours was impossible to describe, but I could see the weight coming off Dillon’s shoulders in real time as he got to know these people—his found family—all over again. He and Pat talked about soccer and about how Pat had auditioned for the play because of a girl he thought was cute but had gotten the lead and was shocked to realized how much he liked acting. Jackie thanked him profusely for the money, and he refused to accept her thanks.
When they got up to leave that afternoon, there was a light to Dillon’s eyes that had never been there in the short time I had known him, and he hugged Jackie and Patrick tightly before they left. Jackie came over and wrapped her arms around me before walking out to get into her car, whispering into my ear, “Thank you. I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”
When the door closed behind them, Dillon and I stood, looking at each other.
“Look,” I said, sighing, “I know I invaded your privacy, but you had to know that—”
My words were cut off as I was swept up into his arms and my mouth claimed in such a deep kiss that I almost forgot my name. He put me back down, sliding his hands down my back as he pulled me close.
“Thank you,” he said, running his thumb over my cheekbone. “Thank you. You don’t know what you’ve just given me.” The tears started flowing out of my eyes, and he wiped them away. “No more tears, babe. That’s done.”
“Blame it on the hormones,” I said, laughing through my sniffles.
“Right,” he said, picking me up so that he could put me on the counter of the island. “We need to discuss that. You can’t actually think that I would let you walk away from me, do you?”
“Have you thought this through, though—”
He kissed me again, swallowing one of my tears as it slid into his mouth. “I was going to ask you to stay before you were even taken. I decided a while ago that I wanted you around for good. Now I have even more of a reason.” His eyes got wide, and I had a sudden vision of the baby we’d have, with his eyes and his huge heart. “Let’s do this, Macy. Stay here, with me. Let me give you everything you need.”
I swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
We kissed again before he rested his forehead against mine. “I guess you should go get your stuff from your apartment.”
I thought of the bag in my car. “Actually…”
29
DILLON
When I woke up, Macy’s softness pressed against me, stimulating my already impressive hard-on to new levels, I squeezed her tighter against me, the way I always did, and looked around the room.
It was funny how so much had changed in the last few weeks and, at the same time, nothing was different. We were still living as we had over the last month, but there was the intimacy of permanence that had settled in since she’d put in her notice at her apartment complex and started bringing all of her stuff up here.
I loved seeing her things in my room, the little reminders that my home now belonged to someone else, as I’d long ago concluded would never happen for me, since I’d assumed that I would never be able to open myself up enough to someone in order to sleep with them again, much less fall in love for the first time.
I needed her, and I decided to show her how much in the way that had always come easily to us. Turning her onto her back gently so that she didn’t wake up at the contact, I ducked down under the sheets so that my head came up right between her legs. I breathed deeply, taking in that seductive smell that took me over every time I breathed it in, and parted her legs under me so that I got a better angle.
Macy was a deep sleeper, and even when I started waking her up, it took a lot to actually get her up, but I knew what I was doing. I’d gotten to know her body so well over the last month or so that I barely had to try in order to get her to come.
No—the greater challenge had become delaying her orgasm as long as I could.
