He follows me back to my place so I can drop my car off and check on Marley. Dylan, because I like that name better than Slash, follows me inside and of course my damn cat goes right to him—completely ignoring me.
I head down the hall to the bathroom.
“Pack an overnight bag,” he shouts after me.
“Umm…that’s a little presumptuous don’t you think?” I call out.
In the bathroom I quickly brush my teeth and put a little more deodorant on. When I look in the mirror I jump—Dylan is leaning against the doorframe. “Please pack a bag,” he says softly and I nod.
What is wrong with me? I swear he’s making my brain short circuit. He follows me as I walk across the hall to my bedroom. Dylan sits on the end of my bed as I grab my overnight bag and pack a couple of different pieces along with clean panties and bras.
Once that’s all done I take Marley from Dylan. “Bye, baby. I’ll see you later.” I kiss all over her face and then set her down. “Okay, I’m ready.”
After locking up, I follow Dylan to his bike. He places his helmet on my head and adjusts the straps so it sits on my head properly. “Have you been on a bike before?”
I shake my head. “No, not at all.”
“Just hold on tight and sit up straight when I turn.” He ties my bag to the back with little bungie cords and then climbs on. Dylan holds out his hand to me. This is it, the moment where I take a chance I’d normally be too scared to take or head back inside and wondering what would’ve happened had I gotten on the bike.
Before I chicken out I take his hand and climb on. I keep my hands at his sides until he grabs them, pulling them around his waist. The moment the bike starts up I can see why girls like this—the vibration is incredible and I won’t lie, it’s turning me on a bit.
We drive for a bit in silence, obviously because it’s so loud, on a single lane road lined by huge trees. Nerves assail me as we drive further and further down the road that feels like it leads to nowhere.
When we reach a clearing up ahead I gasp. “Wow.”
As soon as he shuts his bike off I climb off and gaze up at the large A-frame structure. I feel him come up behind me. “What do you think?”
“It’s so beautiful.”
He grabs my hand, dragging me inside. This is not what I was expecting—I was assuming his place was either the clubhouse or a bachelor pad. Not this, definitely not this.
The inside is all light pine and off white. The first floor is all open; to the left is a beautiful kitchen with a huge white farm sink, stainless steel appliances, and a beautiful granite counter top. The kitchen island has four high back chairs in front of it.
To the right is the living room. The stone fireplace has a huge flat screen above it. The sectional is taupe and looks super comfortable.
“This is amazing. Do you live here?”
Dylan steps up next to me. “No, I lived here while I renovated the place, but living at the clubhouse just works better for my needs. My dad sometimes stays here when he’s in town or my sister when she wants to get away.”
“You did all the work?” I smile up at him. “That’s amazing.”
“It took years to finish it all up, but I finally finished last year and then Ava decorated the place…obviously.”
Dylan leads me to some stairs and when we head up to the second floor. A huge king-sized bed takes up most of the space, and along one wall is a dresser. On both sides of the bed are nightstands.
Again, this is not the type of place I expected him to own let alone live in. He sets my bag on the mattress. “Let’s head back downstairs and I’ll get the grill going. I hope burgers are okay? My cooking skills are limited, but I can grill like a motherfucking champ.”
He has me sit on one of the chairs in front to the kitchen island. Dylan grabs two beers out of the refrigerator and hands me one. I take a sip and sigh. “Can I help with anything?”
“Nope just sit tight while I get the grill going and then you can keep me company.”
I watch him walk around the counter and come toward me. When he reaches me he leans down, kissing my lips. Then he’s gone and my stomach does a little dip.
235
Slash
As soon as I’m standing by the grill I pull out my phone and call my sister. “What’s up, big bro? How’s it going so far?”
I scrub a hand over my head. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. All I want to do is fuck her and mark her as mine.”
“First of all, eww…that’s disgusting. Second, you said you didn’t want to do that until she knew the truth and then agreed to it.”
“I don’t know how to woo someone! That’s not fucking, me. I’m way out of my depth here.” I hate fucking admitting this, but I’d only do it to my sister. Ava muffles her laughter and I swear if I could come through the phone right now I’d choke her. “This isn’t fucking funny.”
“I-I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t laugh, but it’s funny hearing you be all discombobulated. You’re such a cocky asshole who expects women to fall to their knees in front of you, but she’s not one of those women. You can’t just whip it out and say…”
I cut her off before I
