I surprisingly liked it, a lot, more than I would have ever thought.
He was far from the usual type of guy that I slept with. There was nothing shy or bookish about him. Nor was there anything even remotely soft about him—he was pure muscle without a single hint of fat—but at the same time, there was a certain tenderness in the way he touched me, like he was worshipping my body even though he must have slept with girls far more attractive than me.
He made me feel like I was the only one, the only one he had eyes for. He made me feel like I was worth a million bucks. He made me feel like by wanting to take his time, he was trying to show me how much he appreciated what I had given him by taking him to bed.
No guy had ever made me feel this way before, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how he treated every girl or if I was somehow special. I didn’t want to get my hopes up though.
The longer he teased me, the more frantic I became, trembling hard enough that the bed was shaking beneath both of our weights. He grinned, raking his teeth across my skin, knowing exactly what he was doing to me and enjoying every single moment of it.
When I finally came, I shattered underneath the strength of my orgasm. My eyes squeezed tightly shut, my whole body short-circuiting. I came for what felt like forever, only vaguely aware of the fact that Dylan had come at the same time, his thrusts erratic, his cock pulsing with white-hot heat inside of me.
We collapsed back against the bed, with his body lying heavily on top of mine, and even though he was pinning me in place, I couldn’t help but hold him closer. I could barely peel my eyes open or think clearly as he rolled away from me with a grin on his face and his hand splayed across my still-tender breast.
Dylan raised an eyebrow at me and dropped his hand lower, caressing first my side before finding my clit again. He looked amused as I squirmed away from him. “I can’t,” I said plaintively.
“I bet you could,” he said. But he then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his warm chest and held me gently. He kissed my shoulder once, tenderly.
For a moment, the world faded away. It was just the two of us—I didn’t have to worry about Bobby finding out about this illicit romance, or about Dylan leaving Boston as he undoubtedly would once the tournament was over. I didn’t have to think about a future or about what this meant or about what I was feeling. I didn’t want to think about anything right now. I just wanted to enjoy lying so close to him, quiet and comfortable against his side.
But the peaceful moment was broken when Dylan pulled suddenly away. “I should get out of here,” he said, carefully not looking at me as he climbed out of bed and grabbed his clothes.
I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. I couldn’t ask him to stay. I didn’t want him to think that I was too clingy or anything. Suddenly, the words spilled out of my mouth. “Why don’t I give you my number this time?” I suggested.
Dylan looked back at me, surprise on his face. Then, he gave me a slow smile and wordlessly held out his phone. “You are going to hear from me,” he said, the words as pleasant a threat as I’d ever heard.
“Good,” I said in an even tone, staring deep into his eyes. I cleared my throat. “I look forward to it.”
“Good,” Dylan said just as evenly as he accepted his phone back. He glanced down at the screen and snorted out a laugh. “Random Chick #1?” he said.
I shrugged one shoulder, tossing my hair back and noticing the way his gaze trailed across my naked breasts. Whatever I’d been about to say died in my still fuzzy brain. “I’ll see you around,” I said.
“You will,” he agreed. He kissed me gently on the lips once before he left.
NINE
DYLAN
I frowned down at my bike, swiping at some of the mechanics with a cloth to get a better look at them. James had agreed to help me swap the engine, but of course things like that never went as expected. I was glad to have him there, because to be honest, I was completely stumped.
“Here we are,” James said suddenly, reaching over my shoulder and tapping at part of the machine. “Get out of the way for a sec, yeah?”
I scooted off to the side, not bothering to remind him that it was my bike, not his. He knew what he was doing, and I appreciated his help. Besides, it was just James’ way. He had the people skills of a walnut, basically.
Which is why I was surprised when he said that he’d noticed me talking to Lucy the other day. “Isn’t she Bobby Purcell’s kid sister?” he asked.
I paused, wondering how much to reveal. I supposed there was the slight possibility that Bobby had told James to ask questions to see how much I would reveal. It seemed unlikely, though. For all that Bobby claimed that he had eyes and ears all over the city, I doubted James reported back to him. James and I had trained together for years, and I would have seen the two of them hang out before if they had been close at all.
No, James was probably just asking for the sake of gossip. Still how much did I want to say?
The thing that finally pushed me was that I really wanted to talk to
