I'm sitting in a lounge chair by the pool when my phone goes off on the table beside me. "One Night" by Elvis plays, which means Dakota is calling. It's her special ringtone and our song. I answer it before the voicemail grabs it.

"Hey baby," I say.

She giggles first. "Hey handsome, what's up?"

"Sitting by the pool drinking Heineken, wishing I was watching you in your bikini."

"Thanks for the invite." She huffs.

"Thought you were having lunch with Blake? And you don't need an invitation, darlin'. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"I know, I know. But yeah, we met up. Got caught by the paparazzi, of course."

I chuckle. "Good ole LA. Well, the night is young, come over. Drink with me, lay in my arms and watch the sunset."

She hums. "Baby, you don't know how good that sounds, but I'm having a girls night with Mom and Grams."

I smile, picturing the three of them drinking their wine and Dakota telling jokes to make them laugh. She makes me laugh every day— it's refreshing.

"Sounds fun," I tell her.

"So, I called to see what you're doing this weekend." I hear her take a gulp of a drink and I can't resist doing the same.

The beer fizzes on its way down. "You, all weekend long."

She snorts. "As lovely as that sounds, I have a proposition."

"Name it. You never disappoint."

"Dad wants me to come up to his place in Napa. He's been struggling since Grandpa passed, and I feel guilty for not spending enough time with him."

I nod although she can't see me. "I think you're too hard on yourself, but I understand."

"Will you come with? Pretty please?"

Her begging causes me to bite my lip, imagining her on her knees begging to be fucked. Which turns out to be a bad idea as I feel myself harden.

"Am I your Uber?"

I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. "Of course not. I just want to spend the weekend with my favorite men."

I smile to myself. "I would be honored to accompany you."

"Okay, great! We can head up tomorrow and come back Monday. Will that work?"

Her enthusiasm makes my heart skip a beat. "Yes, baby. Sounds good."

"You can drive my Porsche if you promise to behave."

"What?! Seriously, you'll let me?"

I'd been begging to drive it for months. She knows how to get me on my knees as well. Our unrelenting desire to please each other by any means is the most attractive quality I've ever shared with a person.

She laughs for a solid minute before answering. "I'm the best girlfriend, you don't have to tell me."

"I'm already thinking of ways to thank you."

She lowers her voice. "Maybe I'll wear your favorite teddy to bed."

My dick twitches. "The pink satin one with the little black lace things?"

She laughs again. "The very one."

"God, baby. Please come over. Wear it now."

She doesn't answer right away and I wonder if she's about to change her mind. I shake my leg restlessly to focus my energy elsewhere.

"I'll pick you up at 7AM. Be ready."

I groan, rolling my head back against the cushion. "Fine, but trust your teasing will be dealt with."

"I hope so," she whispers.

"Love you," I say, redirecting the conversation before I combust. "Tell Mama Mel and Miss Tippi I say hello."

"I will. Love you so much."

She hangs up but I sit there with the phone against my face, willing my body to calm down and wait to pay her back this weekend. I hope Don has soundproof walls.

***

The next day I greet Dakota with a good morning kiss as I meet her at the driver's door of her Carrera.

She licks her lips. "Good morning to you, too."

"Move out of the way, slickster. My turn." I tap her ass to nudge her to the other side.

She giggles and sticks her tongue out. "You scratch it you buy it."

Her hollow threat causes me to erupt in laughter. I toss my bag in the back and plop down in the seat. I caress the steering wheel and admire the thing of beauty that the car is. Soft leather, warm from Dakota, and smells like her.

"Are you done making love to it?" she asks, breaking my attention.

"Are you jealous of the way I'm touching her?" I grin.

She chuckles. "Well, it's a him, so careful where you put your hands. Otherwise we need to have a different talk."

And that's exactly what I mean. She makes me laugh deep belly laughs that are cathartic. All of my problems vanish when she's in my atmosphere.

I wheeze, shaking my head. "In that case..."

We both buckle in as I adjust her mirrors and seat to suit my height. She fumbles with the Bluetooth to connect her music.

"How about some Brit Brit to get us started?" she asks.

I pull out of my driveway and head down the road. "Um, maybe not."

She turns up Baby One More Time, drowning out my protest. "Sorry, I can't hear you. Louder?"

I roll my eyes, zipping my lips with a smirk as she sings loudly and off key. Her car rides like a dream, floating over the bumps in the road as if it's sealing them off as it goes. I relax into it, finally feeling out its responsiveness to my touch. The song ends and she turns it down, reaching for my hand. I intertwine our fingers, lifting it to kiss her delicate skin. Today she smells like mango and I breathe her in before setting our adjoined hands on the console.

"You're so sexy driving my car."

I peer over at her. "Am I not sexy any other time?"

She bites her lip and I have to move my gaze back to the road before I either crash or pull us over and fuck her on the hood.

She leans across the console, dangerously close to my ear. "All the time." She kisses my cheek then sits down again.

I focus on the cars in front of me, doing my best to regulate my breathing. But I like playing with fire, so I can't resist saying, "Give me a real kiss."

She clears her throat. "I can't, you're driving."

As if the heavens above pity us, traffic slows to a halt in a construction zone. I hold the break firmly while we wait.

"Well," I say, looking over.

She wastes no time pulling my face toward hers and crushing my lips under her soft plump ones. They're perfect, and I can't imagine wanting to do anything more than kiss them for all of eternity.

Her tongue invades my mouth and I know she's hungry. I'd wanted her last night, but she wouldn't come to me. Every time we go more than a day without intimacy, we become feverish animals. The reunion sex we used to have after not seeing each other for weeks made me realize it was only mind-blowing because it was with her. She let me have her any way, and anywhere as long I gave her what she craved. And those explosive orgasms were received both ways. Thank fuck the wait is over and we can be together whenever the hell we want.

"Baby," I breathe across her mouth.

"I need you," she whines.

"I know, but we can't right now."

She smirks, moving her blue eyes between my lips and my gaze. "My windows are tinted."

"Dakota, I'll take you in this car when it's parked and in the garage. But not here on the 101 with prying eyes all around."

She pouts. "Fine, be sensible." Then she smiles. "Can I at least give you road head?"

My breath hitches as my vision blurs over her blunt request. Good God that's exactly what I want. Her hand trails down my abs and my heart races, all the blood rushing to the member she's getting ready to touch.

"Yes, later."

She sighs and I can't help my laugh. Because she's adorable, and because I'm high strung.

"The 'later' game. Strike one." She moves to her seat, pulling her leg beneath her.

"Hey," I say to get her to look at me, and when she does I tap my lips.

She smiles, pecking me once more. "Someday?"

I nod. "Preferably when we're closer to home and I can fuck you properly after."

She squirms, mission accomplished. "It'll be a miracle if we make it to Napa without pulling over."

We share a hearty laugh.

"Buying a new Porsche isn't in my budget right now, so I think I best focus on the road until we arrive."

"Good idea. Because I wouldn't want to have to kill you before we get to the sex."

I shake my head as traffic moves again. She leaves me exasperated in the best ways.

***

Dakota and I fill the rest of the six-hour journey with singing the Stones, Queen, and Elvis to each other. I love these moments between us that no one else is privy to. She makes me feel alive. She laughs at my dumb jokes, she calls me on my shit, and she loves me the way I deserve. The way I'd never known until she came into my life. I'll spend forever making sure that beautiful smile never leaves her face.

We pull up outside Don's house and it's incredible. Large, quaint, inviting, it's no wonder he escapes here often. I would, too. Maybe Dakota and I can buy a property nearby. She's already said she wants one close to Mel in Aspen. Her wishes are my commands. We keep promising 'someday,' but I will make it happen. It's the least I can do for all I put her through over two painstakingly long years.

Dakota reaches in front of me to honk the horn. She blushes when I laugh. "Sorry, I'm excited."

"Don't apologize, baby. I enjoy seeing you like this." I kiss her before she can move.

A moment later the door opens and Don is waving from the porch. I adore Dakota's family. The bond they share is awe-inspiring to anyone, but especially to me. When I was scared to move away from my girls, her family reminded me we'd all be okay. Love runs deep enough to get us through the hard times.

Mel had been the biggest help. She'd visited while we were shooting Darker and we had a long talk. I expressed my love for her daughter, but the difficult situation I was trying to get out of. She reassured me the kids would be happier if I'm happy than to stay and make everyone miserable. She said her relationships with Don and Antonio are still strong, and she loves all of their kids as her own. I know this is a family I want to marry into. They, above everyone, understand and support us with open arms.

Dakota jumps out and runs toward her dad. I smile as I watch him catch her when she lunges at him. It makes me nostalgic, but gives me hope. She motions for me to come in, and I do after grabbing our bags.

"Here, let me get those," Don says as I approach.

Dakota is on the other side of the doorway hugging Kelley. Jasper waves from behind them.

"Hey man." I wave back.

Don takes the bags from my hands. "How's it going, Jamie? Traffic light? LA treating you well?"

"Dad, don't badger him," Dakota says. "Let him in the house first."

I laugh, joining them inside. Kelley embraces me briefly and I kiss both of her cheeks. Jasper yelps as Dakota tackles him in a bear hug.

"Where's Deacon?" she asks.

"He stayed with a friend last night," Kelley says, "but he'll be back before dinner."

"I'll take your things up to your room," Don says, winking at me.

I feel my cheeks burning and Dakota notices.

"Dad, honestly?"

He laughs and Kelley rolls her eyes. "He's been watching for you guys all morning. Pardon his behavior."

We share a laugh.

"What?" Don shrugs. "I'm not ignorant to the fact that they share a bed."

It's Dakota's turn to blush. "Oh my God. You're embarrassing."

Jasper covers his ears. "Gross, guys. Please."

I hug Dakota to my side, kissing her hair. "I'm not embarrassed. Are you embarrassed?"

She hides her face against my chest.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Kelley smirks. "Why don't we move this party out back and open a bottle of wine? Don? Behave. Quit embarrassing your children."

I love how I was included in that blanket statement. Someday.

He mocks her comment as he heads up the stairs. Dakota gets it honest. I walk with her still attached to my hip through the house and out onto their deck. It overlooks the quietness of wine country. The flowers and trees blow their sweet scent our way. Kelley retrieves a bottle and two more glasses from their outdoor bar.

"Red okay?" she asks.

I nod and Dakota answers yes for us. We take a seat at the patio table and Jasper plops down in a chair on my other side.

"How's school?" Dakota leans in to ask him.

"Lame." He plays with the hem of his tee.

"What about basketball?" I ask.

That perks him right up. "Mom, show Jamie the video from last week!"

"Kind of busy, Jas. Give me two seconds."

"I learned this new trick, dude. I'll show you later."

I chuckle. "Deal."

"Don't call my boyfriend 'dude,'" Dakota says.

I grab her hand. "It's fine, baby."

"Oh sorry, would you prefer I call him 'boyfriend?'"

"You two," Kelley warns.

I do my best not to choke on my laugh when they both make a face at one another. Glad to know sibling rivalry never ends. I still aggravate my sisters whenever I get the chance. It's what little brothers are for, after all.

Don joins a moment later, sitting across from us. He smiles, but when he goes to speak Kelley sets our glasses down. We thank her, and she pours another round for the two of them.

"What am I drinking?" Jasper asks.

"Water," Don says.

"You're going to be drinking in homework here soon," Kelley adds.

He huffs. "I'm on break. Let me relax."

"Boy, you slept until noon," Don says. "That's enough relaxing."

We all laugh and he crosses his arms.

"Anyway," Kelley continues, "how was your trip?"

"Not bad," I say.

"We hit traffic in LA, but that's it really." Dakota takes a sip of her wine and I follow suit.

"Naturally, the damn 101," Don says, looking at her. "How's your mom?"

"Yeah," Kelley intervenes, "tell her I tried that recipe she sent me last week and it was delicious."

Dakota lights up. I know she admires the closeness of her family. I want us to have that with our own blended family.

"I will. She's great. I spent the night with her and Grams last night."

"My Tippi," Kelley says. "She's doing okay?"

"Healthy as a horse!"

"Good to hear. Send them our best." Don lifts his glass and we all toast to that.

"You guys are probably starving," Kelley says. "Why don't we finish a bottle then head out for an early dinner?"

"We could just order pizza," Jasper interjects.

Dakota snorts. "Variety is the spice of life, kiddo."

"Whatever you say, dude." He stresses the nickname and I laugh. I can't help it.

Dakota glares at me. "Strike two."

"What's strike one?" Don is smirking.

Her color drains briefly. "He almost scratched the Porsche," she lies.

"Shit, son. Might not have seen you had you done that."

"We have plenty of land to bury him on," Dakota adds, glancing my way.

Jasper stands to head inside. "You guys are weird."

Kelley raises her glass this time and we cheers to the compliment.

***

After a lovely evening at dinner, despite Don refusing to let me pay for Dakota's and my meal, she and I bid our goodnights to the Johnsons. We'd come back to the house and drank more wine, laughing over embarrassing stories and cracking jokes about various topics in the world. I feel welcome around them. A level of comfort I always hoped to have with in-laws, and now I would get that experience. Thanks to Dakota. Which is what I want to do right now— thank her. Luckily for us, Jasper's room is in the basement, and Don's at the opposite end of the hall, because I sure as hell won't waste a night in the same bed with her.

She shuts us in the guestroom, leaning against the door. "Dad called strike three."

I snorted. Me arguing to pay for our part had resulted in my third strike, and he didn't even know what I was playing for.

"So my team loses. What's your reward?"

She holds up a finger as she kneels to her bag and retrieves something. I hear them before I see them. She dangles the fur-lined leather handcuffs at me. A laugh falls from my throat without warning.

"I'm going to handcuff you to the bed."

I swallow. "What happened to the pink teddy?"

"I'm saving it for when you behave." She is a dangerous temptress, prodding the beast.

"Dakota," I warn.

"Yes, Jamie?"

"Your parents are asleep down the hall."

"I'm not seeing the issue?" She twists the door lock behind her. "Are you a screamer?"

I toss my head back in laughter. "You know me better than that."

"Then I guess we solved that problem." She shrugs as if this is the most nonchalant proposition of her life. Her comfort with me turns me on, and I'm ready to pounce.

"You want to handcuff me to your dad's guest bed and fuck me while they're a few hundred feet away?"

She whimpers and it sends a shock straight to my dick. "Mhmm."

"Then make your move, baby."

She tosses me handcuffs and I catch them before they cause a thud on the floor. I wrinkle my forehead in confusion, but then she drops her hands to the bottom of her shirt. It's time for action.

"Sit down," she says.

I gladly oblige, parking my ass on the bed to enjoy the show. I set the handcuffs to the side while I watch.

She slowly raises it over her torso, revealing the silky skin I want to taste. Today she's braless. Had I known, I would've ceased a different opportunity in the car. I lick my lips as she rubs her nipples to harden them.

"I can help with that," I say.

She shakes her head. "I want to watch you watch me."

I have to palm my throbbing member. It's growing harder by the second and her coaxing is making it painful to keep restrained.

She shimmies out of her floral skirt, kicking it to the side when it pools at her feet. I watch as she links her thumbs in either side of her red panties. Her smile is mischievous while she walks closer. I fight the urge to grab her and end the tease, but all coherent thought dissipates when she turns, her taut ass on display in the thong.

"Can I touch?" I ask, my throat suddenly dry.

"Not yet," she whispers.

She pulls the fabric down slower than I wish, and as she does she bends, pushing her even closer to my face. I deny her request, kissing one of her cheeks. She gasps, standing immediately.

"You already struck out," she scolds.

I shrug. "Then what do I have to lose?"

"Privileges," she says.

I smirk. "Elaborate."

"Take your clothes off."

"Make me." I can play this tit for tat if she wants.

Without a word her hands are at the base of my polo, jerking it over my head. I laugh, pulling her onto my lap. She protests, wiggling out of my hold. In doing so, she rubs herself against my rock hard erection, causing me to gasp.

"Don't rush this," she says in my ear.

I release her and she stands. "Fair enough. Winner's call."

"Move up the bed and lay back. Arms above your head."

I silence my impatience, following her instructions. I'd let her do just about whatever she wanted. I trust her implicitly.

She crawls across my legs, grabbing the handcuffs en route. I stretch my hands toward the iron slats of the bedframe. I watch her face as she concentrates on her task of cuffing me to the bed. Her breasts are within reach and I break the rules, lifting my head to suck one of her nipples. She falters with a moan, leaning further into me. I want to hold her in place, but I'm already bound.

She sits there and lets me suck and bite at her supple breast. I think she's done with the torture when she moves to offer me the other. I groan, taking it and tasting her soft skin. Her eyes are locked with mine as she grips her hands around my wrists, binding me further.

I release her nipple. "More."

She smiles. She's cocky now that I can't interrupt her game. "What do you want?"

"To taste you."

"We want the same thing. Only it's you I want to taste."

"No, baby, please." I can't help my begging. I'm even more vulnerable than I was a moment ago.

"One taste," she says. "I'm calling the rest of the shots."

I nod, anxious to get the party started. I've wanted to be inside her since last night and she's holding up the process.

She moves over my face and I waste no time. My tongue slides through her folds, up to her clit before sucking it roughly. She tightens her grip on my wrists, rolling her hips. I hum against her skin, wishing I could add my fingers and get her where I want her, but she sits back abruptly and I have no choice in the matter.

We're both panting, a sheen of sweat forming on her chest. "Enough," she says.

I try to breathe and focus on her movements. She undoes my jeans, hooking her small hands beneath both my pants and boxers. I hiss through my teeth as she moves them over my dick, freeing it from its confines. I lift my hips to help her slide them off. She nudges my legs apart, resting between them.

"Can I touch?"

The siren is mocking me. "I might come even if you don't."

"Mmm, well let me get to work then."

I writhe, the cuffs rubbing my wrists as she sucks me into her hot mouth. What an immediate start to a slow game.

"Fuck," I say under my breath.

Her other hand strokes my length and I'm already seeing stars. She licks me from base to tip, kissing the head with a grin.

"Baby, don't. I won't make it much longer. Please."

"Then let go." She holds my dick at her open mouth, but I refuse.

I shake my head. "Let me have you."

She narrows her gaze before releasing her hold. I moan in relief, knowing I won't waste a good orgasm on a blowjob. The wait time afterward isn't worth it.

"Do you want me to unlock you?" she asks.

I'm surprised, she doesn't back down often. She must pity my struggle.

"I'm okay. Unless you need my hands."

She shakes her head with a coy smile, her brown hair cascading across her breasts. She's stunning. I have to tell her. She deserves to hear it repeated.

"You are so beautiful right now. I wish you could see yourself from my perspective."

She moves to kiss me. I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and she whimpers. "I love you."

I grin. "I love you more, and would really love it if you'd ride me now."

She laughs, pushing herself off my chest and wiggling down my torso. Her wetness brushes my happy trail, causing me to moan.

I watch as she holds me at her entrance. I wish I could touch her, help her along, but I'm going to let her take what she needs, because I need it too.

Her walls pulse around me as she slowly sits down on my length. I let out a long, guttural groan. She eases herself further and I feel her stretching to fit. Fuck if it's not a glorious sensation. She stops, her breathing heavy. Her one hand rests over my racing heart.

"You good?" I ask.

She nods and manages to squeak out a, "Deep."

"You call the shots, baby."

"I need a minute," she says, trying to adjust.

"Lean toward me," I instruct.

She furrows her eyebrows.

"Trust me?"

To that she nods, laying on my torso and kissing me quickly.

"Hold my arms."

She does without hesitation.

"Don't scream," I whisper against her ear.

It would be much easier to position her with my hands, but I'll have to improvise. I shift my hips slightly and buck into her. She bites my shoulder as I fill her to the hilt.

"Oh God, Jamie," she moans.

"Shh, just move, baby."

And she does, lifting her glorious hips before crushing them against mine. I'm not going to last, and I don't think she is either. I help her, lifting myself to meet her thrusts, our breathing uneven.

"There," she says. "Harder."

I hit her sweet spot over and over as she rides me. I would love nothing more than to watch her bounce above me, leveraging herself on my chest, but having her cling to me this tightly is more intimate. It doesn't feel like a quick fuck with her lips sucking my neck and our torsos gliding together. It always means more with her.

"Now, Dakota." I can't hold back any longer.

"Come Jamie, please."

And I do at her command, my legs trembling with my release. I'm trying to catch my breath when she stills, meeting me with her own orgasm. Our sweat mixes as she throbs around me, all air has left my lungs and my head is spinning.

"Unlock me," I beg.

She nods, sitting up as my length drops from her warmth. She reaches for a key on the nightstand that I never saw there before. I have no clue where it came from and I don't care. I just want to be set free so I can hold her.

"Was it too much?" she asks, twisting the key to release one wrist.

I roll it a few times to regain feeling. "It's never too much with you. In fact, it's never enough."

She smirks, proud of herself. "Thanks for letting me play."

"This'll likely backfire, but I'd let you do anything as long as you're doing it with me."

We laugh.

"See, I guess we learned a thing or two from our roles."

I wrinkle my forehead as she unlocks my other wrist. "Was Ana that kinky?"

She shrugs. "I think she learned some tricks from her kinky husband."

I chuckle. "I don't think Ana influenced you, baby. Maybe the other way around."

"Either way, I don't hear you complaining."

"Never." I open my arms and she giggles before lying on my chest again.

"I love you," she whispers.

I tighten my arms around her. "I love you, too."

Her delicate fingers find their way into my hair, massaging my scalp. I hold her to me and rub gentle circles over her back. We lay like that, losing track of time as our hearts slow to match the same rhythm. Her breath is hot against my ear and I kiss her temple.

She giggles. "Were we loud?"

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow." I blush, praying we weren't or it'll be awkward as hell to look Don in the eye.

Her baby blues meet mine before she stretches for a kiss. I pull her closer, taking her lips with mine and enjoying the only woman I've ever loved enough to let handcuff me to a bed. Let alone her dad's guest bed. I'm in for endless adventures with Dakota. Our lives together will be anything but boring.

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