My hand moved to where I estimated Dan would be. It landed in his soft hair, but I still couldn’t see him. I gripped his hair just when he pulled off my throbbing cock.
Dan moaned my name, his voice sounding a little too real to be merely a dream, and then his mouth was back on me again. He sucked hard on my head, and my eyes popped open just in time to see my dick explode all over his beautiful face.
I sat up, huffing, as I tried to gather my bearings. Dream and reality blended together until I realized the sight of Dan with my sperm painted on his face was very real.
A spattering of the milky-white fluid dribbled down to his lips, and he lapped it up andmoaned. His eyes fluttered closed, and it was only then that I noticed Dan was stroking himself.
Had he been jerking off while deep-throating me? And I missed the view all because I was asleep?
I pulled him down over me and sucked the lingering taste of me off his lips. I traded his handwith mine and fisted him until he was gasping into my mouth and spilling between us.
“What a way to wake up,” I murmured in between kisses. Dan hummed and took my lips in a slow, languid kiss.
“Good morning,” he whispered. I didn’t miss the sleepy satisfaction in his tone.
We’d wound up in his bed together last night and passed out cuddling. If this was what waking up in his bed was like, I’d have to sleep here more often. Every day, if I had any say about it.
“Morning,” I replied and swiped away the rest of my cum from his face. Dan took my hand and lapped it up like it was his fuel for the day, all the while watching me with his tempting eyes.
“How much time do we have before we have to head into work?” I asked with labored breath.
Dan’s smile was pure seduction as he replied, “More than enough time for a shower.”
He plopped one last kiss on my lips before leaving me on the bed. His hips swayed with each of his steps, calling to me, and I was running after him quicker than I could think.
Dan laughed when I ran to him, and his laughter followed in our wake into the bathroom.
Being ten minutes late to work was a cheap price to pay for a hot tumble in the shower with Dan. My coworkers at the station were curious about my latenesssince that’d never happened before. Being punctual was something else I’d learned from Dan’slao-ba.
I’d made up some bullshit excuse to brush off my coworkers and shook all thoughts about Dan’slao-baout of my head. Thinking about him when his son’s mouth was on my dick just a few hours ago was not the way I wanted to start my morning.
I realized things would get significantly more complicated with Dan and me getting together, but I didn’t regret my choice. I’d longed to have a father figure like Victor, but Dan was more important.
Dan and I hadn’t discussed what we’d do if our parents found out we were together, and I didn’t know how our parents would react either, but I wasn’t going to let that taint what Dan and I had. We’d take it one step at a time.
One thing I did know was that I didn’t want to hide us forever. Our relationship was too special to be kept in secret and hidden, like it was some kind of taboo. Dan deserved better than that.
Ideserved better than that.
Maybe we could slowly get them used to the idea of us being unrelated people instead of brothers. Thank god Mom kept our last name instead of taking Victor’s. How fucking awkward would that be if I was dating my stepbrother with the same last name? Probably not much less than dating my stepbro with a different last name, but hey, any little win counted.
Now I understood why Dan disliked it when peoplereferred to us as brothers. He’d get so grouchy, and it used to hurt my feelings. Who wouldn’t get hurt when their best friend didn’t want to be brothers with them?
I smiled at how much my thinking has changed now. Now,brotherwas the last thing that came to mind when I thought of Dan.
The sound of the front door jolted me out of my thoughts, and the person I least expected appeared in my vision.
Atlas caught sight of me and waved. He tried to round the corner, but the receptionist stopped him. I stood from my desk and walked to their side.
“What’s going on?”
“Hey, Clay,” Atlas said with a smile. I’d never seen him not smiling, though it was a bit dimmer than usual. “Did you have a moment? I wanted to report an incident.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked with a frown.
Not much happened in Kither Springs besides the petty neighborly squabbles and the occasional rogue teenager who needed a stern talking-to. Hell, people didn’t even speed inside the town’s limits.
“I think I have a stalker?” he said with a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. He spoke with such nonchalance that I was starting to suspect this was a prank one of my friends put him up to.
