Page 87 of Burn It Down

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to want to hold on.”

Five minutes later, with his dick in my ass and his hand pumping my shaft, I come so hard I almost black out anyway. When his cock jerks inside me and I feel the warmth of his release, I want to sag to my knees and catch my breath, but that would mean separating myself from him and I’m not ready to dothat quite yet. So somehow, I manage to stay standing with my hands still on the tile bench seat as I feel first his forehead, then his lips, hit my back.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Dylan chuckles, his voice low and sated. It always sounds differently after he comes and I love that I know that about him. “I’m pretty sure it’smethat should be thankingyou.”

For all the hell about to come our way, I know he’s wrong. Even if he thinks otherwise.

On the car ride to Noah’s, I have to check and make sure Dylan’s breathing about four hundred times. Apparently, my boyfriend gets extremely star struck. Although, who could blame him? These guys are awesome, and honestly, they’re all hotter than hell. Because of Tim’s job, I’d never say a word to any of them about their looks, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Noah’s caught me staring more than once. My God, the man is an orgasm in a skin suit…and that’s before he opens his blessed mouth which is enough to send me to my knees on its own.

I shake my head to clear the thoughts.

We’re the last to arrive. Once Ryan helps Emma get Jane’s car seat out, we follow him through the front door of Noah Kinkaid’s home. Dylan looks around in disbelief like he can’t process his surroundings fast enough.

Ryan and Emma head for the staircase and Ryan explains, “Em and I are going to get Jane tucked into the nursery with the nanny and the other kids. You guys follow Tim, he’ll take you out back.”

Whispering in my ear, Dylan gives an excited squeal. “How’s my hair? Anything in my teeth?” He runs his tongue along his top teeth before opening his mouth for me to look.

“You look thoroughly fuckable,” I whisper back. “Not that I’ll be letting any of them touch you like that,” I add.

“What? No, I didn’t mean—”

“Relax, I’m teasing. I trust youandthem. And I want you to have a good time.”

“Well, Ihavegotten off to Sloan Alexander’s—”

“Ooookay,” I interrupt him again, this time no teasing in my voice.

“Got ya,” he smiles.

And then we’re walking out the back door of the kitchen and heading for a small opening in the woods. The glow of the bonfire just visible through the trees, as are the twinkling fairy lights above.

“Hey Tim,” one of the other bodyguards says, saluting Tim with a drink.

“Where’s Ry?” Noah asks.

“Putting Jane with the other kids,” Tim answers. “Hey guys, you remember my brother, Jacob?”

Everyone says hello and raises their cups.

“And this is his boyfriend, Dylan. Jacob surprised him with tonight and the show tomorrow. He’s a huge fan, but he’s also family.”

The band members make it no secret that their families come first. They’ve canceled shows, album releases, etc… if necessary due to their families’ needs. Tim voicing that Dylan is family is no doubt his way of letting them know Dylan can be trusted. That Tim isn’t bringing an outsider into the band’s inner sanctum.He’s family.

I could kiss my brother for introducing him that way.

Dylan surveys the crowd and I know who he’s looking for. It’s pretty obvious when his eyes land on Sloan because his whole body tenses.

Thank God Sloan has not one, but two spouses here, because otherwise, I might be at risk of losing my boyfriend.

“You want to talk to him?” I ask, nudging Dylan’s shoulder as I pass him, headed for the cooler.

Dylan nods his head, but still can’t seem to find his words, making me smile.

“Come on.” I grab his hand and pull him toward the curly headed guitarist.

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