Secret

by Kindle Alexander

“I thought I could come here and just talk about whatever interested you, too. I made up my mind nothing would happen. But right now I need you to make love to me, Tristan.” Dylan lifted an arm, snaking his hand through the back of Tristan’s hair, pulling him closer as he turned slightly in his arms.

  Tristan angled Dylan’s head and kissed him. Dylan continued to turn in his arms. Coming up on his knees, he straddled Tristan’s thighs. “You have to help me. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want this.”

  He didn’t say anything, but kissed him soft and oh so fucking sweet. The kiss never got heated or frenzied, just a lazy licking and sampling of Dylan’s mouth. Tristan let his tongue slip between Dylan’s lips, tasting him. He would never get enough of this man. Dylan was one of a kind and until this moment he hadn’t realized exactly how hard he’d tumbled.

  “You’re perfect. Do what feels right to you,” Tristan said, using the slick suds to stroke Dylan’s dick. Dylan lifted up on his knees, and sat on the side of the tub. Tristan bent in, licking circles around his soapy dick. Dylan held his head and pressed a thumb into the corner of his mouth, watching intently while he sucked on Dylan’s thumb and dick at the same time.

  “Damn, you’re hot, Tristan,” Dylan moaned.

  He kept his eyes on Dylan, never breaking their hold and sucked Dylan down to the root, swallowing around him. Dylan thrust his hips forward, causing water to splash from the tub. He loosened his jaw and let Dylan slowly fuck his mouth. Dylan moved his hands to his head and pushed him back.

  “You have to stop or I’m gonna come right here and I don’t want to, not yet.”

  Dylan lowered, resting his full weight on him. In this position, their dicks rubbed together in the water. Tristan took them both in hand and started to stroke.

  “You’ll be coming again tonight. I promise.” He lifted his head and grazed Dylan’s lips with his. The kiss deepened and his grip tightened on both of them.

  Dylan’s mouth slid over his collarbone as he whispered the sweet words, “I want you…need you inside me.”

  “Not here. I want you in my bed.” He needed a condom. He broke free and stood, knowing if he didn’t break this contact, they’d never make it to the bed. He stepped from the tub and took Dylan’s hand, helping him out. He reached for a towel and tenderly dried him off, then himself before he led him to the bedroom. The candles had burned down, but their scent remained and the messed up bed looked warm and inviting. He laid Dylan back on the rumpled comforter and crawled over him, kissing and caressing any part of him he could reach.

  He kissed then sucked the soft skin below Dylan’s ear and mouthed his way down his neck, marking him with tiny love bites. He ran his tongue across Dylan’s collarbone, tasting the coconut body wash on his skin. Tristan circled Dylan’s nipples with his tongue then nipped and licked at the tightening buds, earning a deep moan from that move. He wrapped a fist around Dylan’s length giving him long, slow strokes. Dylan arched into his fist when he pressed his thumb over the slit, then rubbed back and forth spreading the come across his bulbous head.

  “I need you,” Dylan said.

  Tristan sat up and reached for the table by the bed. Dylan’s thighs fell to the side, his body open and on display for him. The sight had Tristan’s cock leaking. He took the lube from the nightstand where they had left it earlier and laid the bottle beside them on the bed.

  He pushed Dylan’s legs back, exposing his hole, and settled himself against his lover’s ass. After he drizzled lube on his fingers, he pressed one inside Dylan, making sure he was good and slick before he started working him.

  Dylan let out a long groan as he teased his rim, sliding his finger in and out of Dylan’s ass. Adding a second, he started scissoring them, dragging them against the gland. Dylan writhed against his hand.

  “Please, Tristan, you’re making me crazy. Make love to me,” Dylan pleaded. Tristan eased his fingers out and reached down beside him, picked up the condom and rolled it on.

  “Let me roll over,” Dylan said and made an attempt to turn to his stomach.

  “No, I want to see your face when I make love to you, because that’s what I’m doing Dylan. I’m making love to you.”

  He kept his eyes locked with Dylan’s as he lined himself up and pressed the tip of his cock against his lover’s entrance. He pushed forward, sinking into that tight heat an inch at a time. He pushed in slow and pulled out even slower. Dylan’s blue eyes remained on his, and he couldn’t help but get lost in their depths.

  “So tight and so hot. You’re killing me,” he groaned, loving the way Dylan’s body squeezed him perfectly. He pressed his mouth to Dylan’s full lips, still swollen from his kiss. Dylan opened for him, and he pushed his tongue inside, searching for Dylan’s. Their tongues brushed and tangled as he probed and explored Dylan’s mouth.

  Tristan set a solid, unhurried pace as he made love to Dylan. Dylan’s legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. He pushed one leg back and rolled his hips into Dylan. The feeling was amazing and Tristan couldn’t help but smile when Dylan moaned into his mouth. Tristan moved slowly inside Dylan, needing to draw out their pleasure. He shifted to the side and held Dylan’s calf, pushing it back against his chest.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Dylan chanted when he changed the angle of his thrust, driving into that spot over and over again with every snap of his hips.

  Tristan sped up, burying himself in Dylan with strong, deep, lingering thrusts. Heat built at the base of Tristan’s spine and engulfed his body in warmth. He was close. This moment with Dylan was so tender, so right. He never wanted it to end.

  “Yes, Tristan…” Dylan gasped, his body tensed and his ass clamped down on Tristan. Hot come splattered on Dylan’s chest and stomach as Tristan continued to thrust into him. The sweet smell of Dylan’s release surrounded him. Tristan couldn’t thrust deep enough, wanting to crawl deeper into this man. He was soaring. His own orgasm surged through his body and filled the condom in Dylan’s ass.

  He bent his head and pressed his lips to Dylan’s. Softly, tenderly their mouths worked together. Tristan was still riding out the most intense orgasm of his life. This was something he’d never done or felt before. He was truly making love to Dylan.

  They held each other, kissing deeply, hungrily, eating at each other’s mouth as their bodies moved slowly together. Tristan softened and slipped out. He remained on Dylan’s chest where he’d collapsed. The come cooled on their skin as they lay there softly caressing one another, still coming down off their high. No words were uttered. They didn’t need to be. Tristan knew at that moment, at least for him, there was no going back, everything changed.

  Tristan didn’t know how much time had passed or how long they had lain there. He could spend all night wrapped in Dylan’s arms like this. After he had cleaned them, they ended up curled around each other, neither wanting to let the other go. He was so out of his element, yet it felt like the most natural thing on the planet. Tristan nuzzled into Dylan’s hair and kissed the top of his head. He pulled Dylan tighter against him. Dylan reached over to make sure they were completely covered before settling back, pressed head to toe against Tristan. A few minutes passed before Tristan whispered into the dark.

  “Baby, are you asleep?”

  “Close,” Dylan murmured. His voice gravelly and thick, proving he’d been sleeping.

  “I need to tell you something. I haven’t ever said anything like this before, but you need to know so I can sleep.” Tristan lifted his head a little, talking quietly into Dylan’s ear, trying to keep his heart from racing out of his chest.

  “Okay.” A solid yawn formed on the word.

  “I’ll wait for you, however long it takes. I don’t care. I’ll wait. I’m in love with you,” Tristan whispered those last few words softly into his hair. Dylan stilled in Tristan’s arms, lying there a moment.

  “Did I hear that correctly?” he asked.

  “If you heard me tell you that I love you, then yes, you did,” Tristan repeated
, this time with his head on the pillow, waiting for a response. Dylan turned and Tristan tightened his hold on instinct, for fear he’d bolt. Dylan wedged his way around to where they now were face-to-face. He pressed himself firmly against Tristan’s body, snuggling in as he draped an arm and leg around him and nestled his face into the crook of his neck. Dylan placed a simple kiss on Tristan’s neck, and in that moment, he’d never remembered feeling that content in his entire life. Everything made exactly right by Dylan’s response.

  “Thank you for understanding. I love you.” Dylan spoke softly, saying those words like they were the most natural thing in the world for him before he went straight to sleep.

  So much for earth-shattering moments with possible storming-off-and-leaving-in-the-middle-of-the-night confessions. He gently played with Dylan’s hair and then ran a hand down his neck, listening to the light snores being made against his neck and ear. He had never slept with anyone curled so completely around him, yet he found he never wanted Dylan to leave this spot. Dylan was made to lie with him exactly like this. Something told him he’d found his other half and he needed to hang on at all cost. Tristan dragged Dylan in closer, if that were even possible, and closed his eyes, relishing the moment before drifting off, sleeping better than he had in weeks.

  “I should go.” Dylan sat curled up next to Tristan on the sofa in the living room area of the hotel suite he’d rented for the weekend. Dylan apparently loved sports, and they were watching an NBA playoff game. The statement had Tristan reaching over to wrap Dylan tighter in his arms, not wanting him to leave.

  The weekend hadn’t only been about sex, although he loved that part. They’d stayed inside the hotel suite and gotten to know one another on a level Tristan had never known with anyone else. The more they talked, the more Tristan’s heart connected. He found that Dylan was what he seemed to be from the very beginning: a good man who was funny as hell. The overly serious, scared guy still made himself known, but those times were fading as he grew more secure. Tristan found himself regularly assuring him through word and action that he would absolutely be there for the long haul, following all of Dylan’s rules. Dylan opened up to him on a level he never expected to see.

  They were fluid and natural with one another, like they had been from the first moment.

  “I don’t want you to go.” Tristan leaned in, running his nose through Dylan’s disheveled hair. By talking him into staying through the late-night playoff game, he’d hoped he might be able to get another night out of the guy. Then Dylan could leave from the hotel in the morning. If he left now, Tristan would be stuck in this room alone until tomorrow.

  “I need to. It’s late and I need to pull my life back together. You messed me up the last few weeks. I’m behind. I gotta get caught up and get myself running right again,” Dylan said and snuggled against him.

  “Tell me about a day in the life of Dylan Reeves.” Tristan grabbed the remote, turning the volume down on the television.

  “A day in the life, huh?” He looked back over his shoulder, confused.

  “Yeah, from the time you wake up until the time you go to bed.” Tristan nodded encouragingly, trying to eat up more time.

  “Okay, well, I get up every morning about five thirty. I usually begin my day running,” Dylan said and Tristan stopped him.

  “You run every day?” That might be the craziest thing he’d ever heard anyone say, especially after their run together in California.

  “Yes, and it’s the perfect time of day. I’m usually completely alone out there. I run about an hour and a half. Then I come home and get the kids off to school, they leave around eight. Then I shower, get dressed, and work until dinner or if one of the kids has something going on, I’ll do that instead of dinner. Most nights, I usually work in my home office after everyone’s settled, and then I go to bed.” Tristan listened closely, and at first, he thought Dylan’s life sounded lonely until he realized he did about the same thing, minus the kids, every single day. That was an interesting thought. He’d thought Dylan’s life was void of so many things, but maybe they were more alike than he realized.

  “And golfing. You like that?” Tristan asked, when he caught Dylan staring back at him.

  “Yes, that’s usually Saturday mornings before going into the office. Every once in a while I can still get Chad to the range to hit a few after school and work.” Dylan changed positions, turning to where he could better see Tristan. He liked having all of Dylan’s attention focused on him. He bent forward and kissed his lips, just because they were a little upturned and slanting his way. “What’s your day like? I bet it’s full every day.”

  “I was sitting here listening, thinking we do about the same things. I really just work from the time I get up to the time I go to bed. I like sunset, but you know that, and I go to the gym at some point every day, but that’s usually about nine in the morning or after nine at night because it’s less crowded. But I do about the same as you.”

  “What about Julian? When does he come by?” Dylan asked and Tristan narrowed his eyes because the question sounded more like an accusation.

  “Is that jealousy I’m hearing?” Tristan arched a brow, smiling big. Dylan remained quiet, and right then he knew if they were in a standoff, he would lose every single time, because after several moments of silence, Dylan’s gaze went back to the television, ignoring him completely. He reached for the remote, probably to turn the volume back up, but Tristan stopped that move, grabbing Dylan’s hand, pulling him back. “I haven’t been seeing him or anyone else since I met you. I promise, you don’t have to worry about that.”

  Dylan searched his eyes, again keeping quiet for longer than a simple pause. “I wouldn’t ask that of you.”

  “You didn’t. It’s just hard to go back to adequate once you’ve had spectacular,” Tristan said, hoping Dylan liked that statement. It was absolutely true, and Tristan smiled as Dylan’s grin spread. Now he had all of Dylan’s attention again.

  “That’s really a good answer,” Dylan chuckled.

  “Thank you and absolutely true.” Tristan kissed his upturned, smiling lips.

  “When are you leaving to go back home?” Dylan asked.

  “As soon as you do, as long as that’s in the morning. I flew in on the Wilder jet. They can be ready to go with a couple of hours’ notice,” Tristan said, trying to decide if he should formally ask Dylan to stay. He didn’t want to push for more the first weekend he agreed to follow all the rules. He should be happy taking what Dylan was willing to give.

  Except that wasn’t really his nature. He bit the bullet and guarded his words.

  “We can stay through tonight. I’ve already paid for the room, or you can leave. I’ll be back in the next few weeks to announce the buyout. I can see you then or even before that if you need to come out to Wilder to meet some of the staff you’ll be working with.” Did that sound casual enough? He fought the urge to bite his lip as he waited for an answer.

  “I should go home, but Teri said she’s got tomorrow morning covered. I didn’t want to assume you wanted me to stay. You have to be sick of hiding out in this room. You’ve only left to work out,” Dylan said.

  “Great! Then we can leave together in the morning. And you don’t like this room?” Tristan looked around, throwing his arms out for dramatic effect. “I love this room. Every time I come to Dallas I’m asking for this very room. It’s the room you told me you loved me in. I should buy the hotel just to keep this room exactly like it is.”

  “All right, that was a little over the top,” Dylan said, reaching for the remote this time, turning the volume up.

  “But still true and I win. We’re leaving tomorrow, not tonight, so whatever. I can be cheesy if I want.” Tristan kissed the top of Dylan’s head as he turned back around to watch the last few minutes of the playoffs. Dylan was immediately absorbed back into the game after grabbing a water bottle from the small coffee table in front of them. Since Friday night, Dylan hadn’t had anything else but
water to drink. Tristan smiled, running his nose along the back of Dylan’s head again, breathing him in. They were past the need for alcohol to be comfortable together. Although, he’d have been fine with plying Dylan with liquor for the rest of his life, this was far better. He was a happy, happy man.

  “Dad, I think I look stupid.” Cate came through the kitchen where Dylan stood at the counter, taking his vitamins. He was in the middle of a long gulp of water when she entered in a huff. He tried to look over at her, lower the glass, and not choke to death in the process. Once the pills were down, he was pretty proud of himself for not spilling anything.

  He ran a hand down his tie, making sure no water drops hit the satin. He’d picked one of the suits he’d bought for his first trip to California to wear today. From there, Teri had been a drill sergeant, fussing over their clothes for the day, and made sure he hadn’t worn this suit during the trip. Once his clothes were defined, she had gone on a tedious, multi-day shopping spree, handpicking special clothing for her and the kids, trying to make them all match for the photos that were sure to be taken.

  Satisfied he wasn’t going to have to change ties and ruin Teri’s whole color scheme, Dylan looked over at his indignant daughter. She wore a seafoam green dress that matched her eyes perfectly. To Dylan, she looked beautiful, but that was clearly not what she wanted in an answer from him. He tried for diplomacy.

  “Caty-baby, it’s what your mom wants you to wear. It’s one day in your life,” he said, hoping that wouldn’t get him in trouble with Teri and appease his daughter at the same time.

  “Look!” Cate put her hands down her sides. “We agreed to skirts that went to my fingertips. This goes all the way past my knees. I look like Granny Reeves.”

  That had Dylan barking out a laugh. Now, he completely understood her problem, and he hated that fingertip rule to begin with. She’d come to the wrong person in this argument. He’d have her dressing like this every single day. “You look beautiful and respectable and put a smile on your face and be happy. It’s only one day out of your life.”