Page 35 of Falling in Love with Two

“What if I don’t want to stay away?”

I look back down at his tattoo. “Then, you’re a masochist.”

“Maybe I just want to make your sweet pussy come again.”

I’ve heard a lot of dirty talk over the years. I always love a man with a filthy mouth. Something about Dylan doing it is different, though. I think it’s because he doesn’t look like he’d be a dirty talker. Sure, he’s hot. But he looks like the golden boy or something.

Looking at him, you’d never know that the man eats pussy like it’s his job and has the mouth of a porn star.

But I love a good surprise.

When I’m quiet for just a little too long, he says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come on too strong. I just…you know what? It doesn’t matter. I’ll shut up.”

So wholesome.

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“About your offer.”

He smiles, causing me to poke my finger into his chest. “Put the dimples away, sir.”

“How about you let me take you out for a drink? It doesn’t have to go any further than that. It’ll be an apology for my unintentional creepiness tonight.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

Should I tell him no and just go home and look up apartments for rent? Yes. But do I want to do anything besides that right now? Also, yes.

Avoidance is my favorite pastime.

And as much as I’ve been doing my best to stay clear from everyone—Amy included—I actually wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with Dylan.

Maybe it’s that his good nature is oddly comforting.

Or maybe I’m eager for a couple more orgasms—because let’s be honest, if we go out for drinks, chances are, I’m going home with him.

I could lie and say, “We’ll see how the night goes.”

But I know myself.

I also know what Dylan is packing.

Going for Round 2 is a no-brainer.

“Okay, sure. Let’s go for a drink.”

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Right Hand Blue, Fucker

Dylan

“Ilove it,” I say, admiring my new ink in the mirror.

“Are you just saying that, or do you really?” Leah asks.

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