Page 48 of All the Promises We Break

My fingers encircle her breasts as my lips feast left and right between them. Hayley’s hands drive up my neck into my hair, anchoring me to her. The groans she gave me last night were only a volume of two compared to now. She presses her weight down and slides herself freely. The water makes it so easy. Every arch of her body makes me an addict and she’s my vice.

Hayley drives her body back and forth. It’s fast, frantic, and I’ll gladly give her her wish. I remember every place on her body shelikes to be kissed and use them as a road map to orgasm. The new level of touch will make that a sure thing.

She creeps closer and closer to the edge. My teeth grind against each other as I can feel my ability for control slipping away. I reach between us, slide my hand beyond the confines of her swimsuit and take over control of her clit. I need to feel it as she loses her grip on reality. Hayley’s breath stutters as she shifts gears. Her motions become furious as one of the knots on her bikini bottom falls loose.

I splay my hand across the back of her neck and pull her parted lips to mine. Our kiss gives her the last bit of permission she needs to let go. I can feel her surrender her motion for mine. Her tremor begins as I’ve known it, then rockets into another level.

Hearing and feeling her come at my hand is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. That power rockets through me and beneath her. Her orgasms roll into my own. We curl up together in the water simply holding on. Every once in a while we breathe deep or place a simple kiss on each other. No words are needed. I don’t know if I could find any if I tried.

Chapter Nineteen

Elijah

Some nights simply lying in the dark with Dylan is just as powerful as making love to her. Last night reminded me of the night we spent in the Hamptons. She knew I needed something but didn’t push, didn’t move faster than I did. She said I didn’t have to talk. All Dylan wanted to do was hold me. So that’s what we did.

My headache or hangover was so bad for a minute that it hurt to open my eyes. She massaged me, changed out a cold cloth over my eyes every ten minutes for an hour, and then stroked my head until I fell asleep. When I woke, I was still there against her warm chest. She’s better than any blanket.

I return the favor with a shower massage in the morning and the promise of recreating our counter concerto tonight. The smile she gives me is enough to keep me going all day long. The girls offer to make breakfast while Wes and I catch up on all of last night’s game scores.

Once we’re stuffed beyond sanity, we head ski over to the trail leading to the adjoining resort and hit their slopes. Thesnow is wet and sloppy. It doesn’t make for fast runs. I think Dylan is happy about that. I don’t think she likes the idea of me potentially falling.

Hayley and Wes have turned this adventure into a competition. Who can make it to the bottom first, who can eat it the best if they do fall, who has the most skill and know-how. Even through shaking my head and laughing at them constantly, I couldn’t think of two other people I’d rather have with us. This weekend was simply the best idea.

Saturday night calls for my special chicken parmesan. Dylan weaves around behind me, helping as usual. We’ve become quite the pair in the kitchen. Instead of sitting around the coffee table like we’ve done for every other meal, we set up for a more formal experience in the dining room. My mother would be proud.

I pour the wine for everyone else while they’re serving. “I hope it’s not overdone.”

“Jesus. Just have a seat with your water. It looks delicious,” Wes adds.

“I’ve wanted to eat for an hour, it smells so good. I didn’t get to ask before, how’ve rehearsals been, Dylan?” Hayley asks.

“They’ve been good. I’ve been doing a lot of solo work.” Dylan looks at me out of the corner of her eye. I can see a subtle pink to her cheeks. I’m sure I’m the only one who can see it. “I have space whenever I need it to rehearse, so I’m lucky. It’s just been a crazy time.”

“Nothing like packing in a dream audition, a wedding, and graduation all within weeks of each other. I can barely handle studying with those things. You’re superwoman.”

“Not really, Hayley. I have a wonderful support person and dance is an outlet to deal with the stress. So, Wes, where were you on your last trip?” Dylan asks.

“Well, where wasn’t I would be better. I was in Georgia for a golf tournament, then I popped down to Florida for a baseballgame. After that it was Denver to meet up with a new basketball prospect, and my last city was Seattle. That’s where one of my hockey clients is.”

“Tell me you at least got to see a couple of the Thunder games?” I ask.

“Are you kidding? Best seats in the house. I was about ten rows up off the blue line. It was heaven. The kid was hot both nights. I think he went for three goals and two assists in the series.”

“Jesus, he’s really amping it up.”

“That’s a long trip. I can’t imagine being away that many days in a row,” Dylan comments.

“Me either. I think it would be very lonely,” Hayley adds.

“Once you get used to it, it’s not that bad. I make new friends or contacts all the time. I’m not alone that much.”

“Wait, Seattle. Is Gabrielle staying with her brother or did she go back to Chicago?” I ask.

Wes clears his throat. “She’s in Seattle, for now.”

“Gabrielle? That’s a name I haven’t heard of before,” Dylan says.

“Gabi was someone we met some years back. How many is it now? Eight or nine?”

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