CHAPTER NINETEEN
For all of ten minutes during his workout yesterday, Nasa thought they'd moved too fast and Dillon was having regrets. Then Top had come out to sit down and chat with her, but the way Dillon looked across at him and smiled, easy and sweet, reassured Nasa everything was fine.
He looked over again, something instinctual tingling along his spine, and found Top was gone. Beside Athena, Dillon had this lost, uncertain look in her eyes, and he’d stoppedbeating the tire. When he offered his hand to her, Dillon didn't hesitate to take it.
Which, again, let him know she wasn't backing away from him once the endorphins from that spectacular orgasm wore off.
Enveloped inside the basement, Nasa left her long enough to shower and change, and when he'd come back out, Dillon had been sitting at her desk, intently focused on whatever she was doing.
Sensing she was working through whatever Top said to her, probably something along the lines of asking her what her endgame was, Nasa left her to it and got busy doing what he did best.
Eventually, Saint had come downstairs, needing his help, and Nasa had gotten distracted.
He wouldn't have even known it was dinnertime had Dillon not brought him a plate of perfectly cooked steak and put it literally under his nose.
They ate together on the couch and watched a few episodes of The Walking Dead, discussed the stupidity of this or that choice and how they would have avoided the scenario, or used it to their advantage.
It had been an excellent way to get to know one another, and now more than ever, Nasa was confident if zombies took over the world tomorrow, he wanted Dillon at his side to survive the apocalypse.
Not long after putting her empty plate down on the coffee table, she slid down into the cushions and fell asleep.
He'd sat up for another hour after draping a blanket over her, debating on whether or not to wake her up and take her upstairs to her bed, or to pick her up and settle her in his. In the end, he left her be and had woken up this morning to find her leaning against the poster near his feet, looking rumpled and adorable.
Somehow, he'd slept through her and Elka coming and going, and when she saw he was awake, she came closer with a big coffee cup.
He'd scooted over to make room for her to sit on the edge of the mattress, but she'donly smiled, taken a sip of coffee before reaching out to brush a lock of hair off his forehead.
“Next time, wake me up. I hate not sleeping on my own pillow.”
Rolling over to put his arm behind his head, still a bit groggy from sleep, Nasa hadn’t held back from teasing her or made any attempt to hide the fact he'd woken up ready for action.
“So, if I'd gone upstairs and brought your pillow down, you'd have been comfortable in bed with me?”
A warm flush spread across her cheeks, and she used the pretense of sipping at her coffee to take her time in answering.
“I haven't slept in a bed with another person in over a decade, and I'm not sure how I would react in light of recent events, but if you'd gone to the trouble of getting my pillow, I would’ve tried. To sleep.”
Dillon held the mug out to him with a smirk. Nasa took it and sipped, discovering she'd made him coffee just the way he liked it. Heavy on the cream, no sugar.
The wives all brought him treats, cookies, lemon bars, and despite her objection to the amount of sugar he ingested, Athena kept him stocked in pear Jelly Beans at all times. She'd even bought him the huge cut crystal bowl currently sitting on his desk to dump them all in.
But Nasa could count the number of women who'd brought him coffee in bed first thing in the morning, on one finger.
“Thank you,” he finally said, ignoring the way his cock practically waved to get Dillon's attention, and the disappointment to note her gaze remained fixed on his face. “Truth be told, I haven't spent the whole night with someone for about the same time. We could be each other's guinea pigs and give it a try.”
“I'll give it some thought,” Dillon agreed and stood up, a smirk canting her lips as she finally glanced at his morning wood.
He watched the sinuous way she turned and headed back for the stairs.
“Breakfast will be ready in twenty.”
*****
Seven hours had passed since then, and Nasa was still revisiting that moment. She hadn't been afraid, she hadn't run from him, but the distance remained.
Nasa didn't have any evidence yet to prove it, but he suspected it came from the conversation Dillon had yesterday with Top.
The Prez wouldn't have said anything with the intention to hurt or upset her, but that crafty old man had ways of making people think deep thoughts, meddling in his boys love lives.
Top never simply sat down to shoot the shit. He had motives, ulterior and otherwise.
Outside the stock market, Nasa wasn't much of a betting man. However, he'd bet all the shares he'd just sold for a ridiculous profit, Top had done that thing he did, and put some nasty bug in Dillon's ear that had her doing the mental cha-cha just when Nasa thought they were starting to fall in sync with one another.
First Tobias, then Collette messing with her head, now Top? Nasa ground his teeth together and seriously considered telling everyone to fuck off while he took Dillon and disappeared with her to his secondary safe house.
If she came out of her therapy session today even a fraction of fucked up like she'd been last time, they were gone.
As vehement as the thought was, the one that came after made him glad to be sitting down.
Not once in nine years had Nasa ever considered leaving his brothers in the lurch in favor of a
