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With a sigh, I flopped myself on the bed next to him, mimicking his position. “Yes, well I didn’t think so either. But being a cop is a stressful job. I kept justifying it, figuring he was just becoming stressed because of the job. Our work tends to go in cycles. You’ll have a lull in activity, and you’ll just get minor calls, nothing stressful or taxing – more annoying calls than anything else. Then you’ll get into a period where you feel like you’ve walked into a warzone. Each call seems worse than the last. We were in the middle of a particularly bad period. I chalked it up to stress. At least I’d hoped because I wasn’t willing to consider it to be anything other than that.”
Dylan shifted on the bed turning to his side facing me, propping his head up on his hand. “Sometimes you just need to accept what’s slapping you in the face. That’s what I had to do. The last thing I wanted to do was consider that my ex would give up the family we had built for some random guy, but she did.”
“Did she ever give any type of excuse as to why?” Shifting position, I turned to face him.
“There were a few things. She wasn’t happy with the amount I worked, I worked too much I’ll admit to that. I wasn’t attentive enough when I was around. Maybe she was right. I’ve never been all that great at relationships.”
“Maybe you just didn’t find the right person? Either way we learn and move on, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.” His smile was soft, grateful. “You know, I’m glad you gave me a chance. I stepped off that bus and thought there was a fifty-fifty chance you would slam the door in my face.”
I cocked a brow up at him. “But you took the chance anyhow?”
Chuckling, he gave me a lopsided smile. “Call me an optimist.”
“Hoping you could charm your way back into my life.”
“Is it working?” His gaze lowered from my eyes and down to my lips. Unconsciously, I ran my tongue along my lower lip. His kisses were amazing, so intense they sent arousal through me right down to the tips of my toes. I’d been aching for him to kiss me since I’d gotten home, but was too insecure to make the move myself. I’d been getting a mixture of hot and cold vibes from him all evening. The day after being intimate was always the worst, the insecurity the highest, especially when we were in a situation like we were.
He inched closer, his lips drawing nearer. My breath hitched in my throat, my pulse accelerating as I anticipated what was about to happen next.
His lips drew nearer, within an inch of mine.
Closing my eyes, I waited for it, knowing that if I allowed this kiss, we’d end up naked and spending the evening pleasuring each other. This was scary as hell, but I didn’t want to turn back. It was what I wanted. I wanted it more than my next breath…
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Chapter 11
Dylan
When I woke up this morning all I could think about was how I’d taken advantage of Maya. For the past couple of days, I’d pretty much had a constant hard-on. I had to keep telling myself that she was off-limits despite the undisputable attraction we had for one another. I hadn’t seen her for twenty years, but we’d been together for a couple of days and the time seemed to disappear. The familiarity and comfort I’d always had around her came racing back to me. She’d been my best friend and my confidante back then. I hadn’t lied when I’d said our friendship ending had killed a part of me.
So I told myself, despite the raging hard-on, that I’d keep my hands to myself. But I’d never been good at keeping promises I made, especially ones made to myself, so I’d indulged in her last night. I’d tasted the sweet nectar of her pussy and relished the sounds of her moans as she came. It took everything I had to keep from slamming my dick deep into her and making do with jacking off over her.
I’d had the best intentions. When I arrived here and she took me in, I just wanted to make the past up to her. But after the moment we’d shared in the snow, something snapped in me. I couldn’t see her as just a friend or stepsibling, because she was so much more than that—if I were to be truthful to myself, she always had been. I’d just been too foolish to realize it.
I had one more chance to put on the brakes. There was a hesitation in her eyes last night. She wanted me, and she wanted what was about to happen, but there was also fear in her eyes. She thought I was going to hurt her again. That would never happen, not again. Not ever again. I wished there was something other than time that could prove that to her.
One of her eyes opened and she looked at me. “You gonna kiss me or what? I’m going to need to go to work in a couple of days.”
“Smart ass.”
Chuckling, I leaned into her as she closed her eyes and brushed my lips across hers, nipping lightly at her lower lip. I wanted to be slow and tender with her. I wanted to savor every second of this encounter so she felt the emotions I was feeling inside for her, but the throbbing hard-on in my pants was proving troublesome.
Placing her hands on my chest, she sat back on me, removing her shirt and tossing it to the floor. Her sports bra did an incredible job of restraining her tits while pushing them up enough that I was teased with the knowledge of what was beneath the fabric.
Running my hands up her stomach and to her breasts, the transformation in her amazed me. The work she’d done to herself. Years of blood, sweat, and tears. It was amazing. She was amazing.
“Every inch of you is perfect.” Grabbing the zipper at the front of her sports bra, I gave it a tug down, releasing her breasts. The garment slid gracefully from her shoulders and arms and ultimately ended up in a pile with her shirt. Palming one delicious breast in each hand, I gently massaged them as my thumb and index fingers pinched and rolled the tightening peaks of her nipples.
She moaned softly, letting her head fall back, her dark hair cascading down her back, nearly to her ass as she began to rock on my jean-covered dick taunting my already strained cock. I groaned softly with her, aching for her to release me so I could dive deep into her warm depths.
“If your plan is to embarrass me by making me cum via dry humping, you’re doing a good job.” I wasn’t sure if it was a complaint or admiration that she could achieve it. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been dry humped to completion—my teen years maybe.
Giggling, she smiled down at me, her gaze capturing mine. Sitting up, I quickly removed my shirt, tossing it to the floor, then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down to me, her bare breasts crushing against my chest. As she leaned in, her teeth nipping at the side of my neck, her tight nipples brushed against my chest driving me mad for her.
Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, her teeth and lips began to make their way down my body, pausing long enough to bite not-so-gently at my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain through me before continuing her journey south.
