Focusing was never hard for me.

Not until now.

Not until Her.

But goddamn, How can I even focus on cleaning the dishes if she keeps humming and swaying her hips, I see this as purposefully trying to tempt me.

" How long will it take you to dry one plate, Dylan?"

"Depends for how long to keep teasing me", I snicker.

"Stop acting like a hormonal teenager."

That's it.

The clatterings of the ceramic plates being roughly placed on the counter rings in my years, but I ignore it moving to her.

"Dylan..."

"Hmm?" I feign innocence.

"Your famil- " Luna gasps as my cheeky hand grabs her hip and presses her against my front.

"My mom is putting my siblings to sleep and she'll be off to bed right after with dad." 

"And your uncle?"

"Is snoring like a goddamn pig in the living room," I finish her sentence.

"But he could wake up at any time and find us here, in the kitchen. Again..."

"I know," I whisper to her here there's my fingers trail the edge of her cargo pants.

"Dylan?"

My uncle's voice sounds from down the corridor and Luna jumps off of my hold as if I was on fire.

"Don't forget to sanitize the counter before going to bed," he snickers, lazily.

"Don't worry, I'll leave it extra moisturized just for you!"

Luna swats at my chest, just as uncle Jake flips me the bird before heading off to bed.

"You're an asshole," she mutters.

"He deserved it." 

"Still, he's your uncle." 

"He's more my friend than an uncle. He's fine, don't worry." 

My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her to me. There's no resistance to keeping her distance as she would at the beginning and it giddies me up so much but at the same time that it calms my heart. Convincing me that she won't escape at the first scare.

A yawn escapes her lips and I can't help but pinch her bottom. She yelps and smacks my chest, "Asshole! I'm tired."

"No sleeping 'till I get my birthday present." 

"And who said I bought you something?"

"Even if you had, that's not what I'm talking about," I smirk.

Luna raises her eyebrow. But before she can even react properly, I hoist her up and place her on my shoulder. Just like the other times, in the past.

"Dylan, fucking put me down," she grits.

" Never, baby." I smack her butt and take her to my bedroom completely forgetting about the task that we had to finish.

I'm ready for some action and I don't even care that I have a full house. It's my fucking birthday. 

"I'm not your baby," she grits.

"Oh man, when we're old and wrinkly, and you die before me, I'll put that in your Memorial: Forever his baby. "

"You'll die before I do, and I'll put: Castrated for misbehaving."

"Only if you do it with your mouth." My hand lowers from her asscheek to between her legs, pressing my fingers to her core, over the panties fabric. SHe jolts away from my touch as a reflex and I chuckle.

So fucking responsive.

We reach my bedroom and I throw her on the bed right before I lock the door. I know there's no chance anyone will try to get in father the exhausting day we had but still. I won't take any chances.

"You'll have to be quiet."

"I don't know if I can do quiet," she defies me with a cheeky glint in her eyes.

Despite Abby's sudden appearance yesterday, the last few weeks have been the happiest I remember being ever since dad found us. Every moment more I spend with her and get to know more about her, it feels like my heart keeps overflowing and I don't know how to keep it in.

Afraid that if I overwhelm her she'll just run the opposite way.

I can't let it slip, though. Not yet.

But it's been fucking amazing.  One of the best birthdays I've had.

Which is weird as hell since it's the first one since my sixth birthday that Abby hasn't been by my side. But the freedom to act as I wish, dress how I want and be able to just be open about my strong connection with my family without being afraid of her reaction - or overreaction - is so fucking liberating.

She'll always be important to me. She was my best friend for a long time. But I've come to accept that sometimes, there are people who are not meant to be part of your path.

And then, there are others that... are.

Like this sexy one, right in front of me.

"I'll gag you if you don't," I taunt.

Her knees press together right before a shiver runs through her.

Interesting.

"Would you want that?" 

I lower my body, placing my hands and knees by her sides. Standing there, just hovering over her, I can't help but watch her body language. Blown pupils and shallow breaths keep escaping her parted lips.

Her chest is slightly flushed and raising and lowering at a quick pace, matching her breaths.

 She's as turned on as I am, but the glint in her eyes lets me know she won't give in that easily and I can't help but smirk.

Two can play a game.

"Want what?" The fake-innocent batting of her eyelashes almost gets me.

I lower my head, leaving just enough so we don't touch, "Would you let me gag you?" 

"Hmm-mm," she hums with a nod and I swear my cock twitches inside my pants.

I let my body fall on top of hers, trapping her between me and the mattress. 

The frown that used to be etched onto her face hasn't been out in a while. At least, not when she's with me. Luna has been smiling more often than not lately and even though she'll always be the "tough love" kind of girl, she's been softer, opening up about that nicer side of her.

Luna has layers, and with each that is unveiled, I fall further down into this bottomless hole. But I do it gladly, willingly.

Because damn...

"If it weren't for a full house, I'd be fucking you so hard you'd lose your voice from screaming my name so much," I whisper to her skin, as my lips graze her neck.

"I still can't believe that you can be so fucking cheesy and romantic in one moment and so filthy in the other."

"It's you," I breathe. "I don't have to hold anything in. You accept every side of me, unapologetically. The good, the annoying, the rough. With you I barely even think, I just do."

My hands lower to her pants, unbuttoning them. Luna helps me out by raising her hips first and then her legs so I can take them off. 

One less barrier between us. 

"I still need to give you my gift," she pants when my mouth finds her belly, bunching her T-shirt up.

I raise my head, just enough to look at her and lock my eyes in hers, "I am looking at it. I don't need anything else." 

She blushes and I can't help but admire it. It's something new too, and I love it. Trailing my sight down her body I freeze when I reach her core. Her red panties have a growing darker spot right between her legs.

I guess I am not the only one who's eager to get started. Just the thought of it makes my mouth water.

My body turns into automatic mode due to my hunger. There's only one thing in my mind and it's right in front of me with one layer too much.

That's why I take them out too, leaving her bare in front of me. Worse is that she has the nerve to smirk and open her legs wide in front of me.

She fucking loves to tempt me, to irk me.

That's it.

I grab her waist, hoisting her up and sitting her on my lap. 

"Oh, do you want it cowgirl tonight?" 

"Oh no, baby, I just want you to be quiet while I get my dessert," I growl before stuffing her panties inside her mouth and proceeding to lay down and pull her up. "Sit." 

She doesn't, hovering over me while holding the headboard.

I pull her arms behind her back and hold her hands together with one hand while the other pulls her hips down on my mouth.

Hmmm.

Sweet but still salty. Musky but still feminine. So fucking delicious.

My mouth assaults her wet entrance, plunging, licking and sucking. Building her up to an inevitable climax, one that she pursues as well as she absentmindedly grinds against me.

A muffled whimper, barely audible, escapes her when my free hand swats her ass. Her body jolts forward, in response, and her hands are finally free from mine but instead of trying to take the panties out of her mouth, she grips my hair and grinds harder, almost suffocating me.

And I let her. Fuck yes.

Her head falls back just as her legs start to tremble.

Almost there.

But then, a phone starts ringing. Hers.

"Ignore it," she pants.

And I do. I try to. Until it rings one-third time and she sighs, standing up and looking at the screen. And the frown is back, that fucking annoying frown that I've worked so fucking had to get rid of. 

"Hello?"  She answers, hesitant, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

But the frown disappears, except her expression doesn't light up like it's supposed to. Instead, her eyes widen and her skin pales considerably and her hands get shaky. 

"No," she whispers. "Oh no. No. Please, no." 

⛓️ A u t h o r ' s  N o t e ⛓️

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Oh, wait... I said that already. Well then, Imma just go hide and... yeah. 😅