Page 12 of Verse Two
Every roll of her hips, every moan, and every whispered plea made it harder for me to hold back on her. I wanted to take my time, but the way she clenched around me made it difficult. The way she whispered my name in my ear like it was something sacred made it damn near impossible.
“Gotdamn, Doll. You feel so fuckin’ good.”
Surrendering to my urges, I quickened my pace, and she was right there with me, matching every thrust. I kissed her hard and knew by the tightening of my core that I wouldn’t last much longer. When Dy’s hips began to stutter and her body tightened around mine, I knew she wouldn’t either.
Seconds later, I felt her fall apart beneath me, shaking and calling my name as she released. I followed her over the edge seconds later then pressed my forehead to hers, allowing relief to crash over me as I emptied into her.
We lay there for a while, silently tangled on the floor and breathing heavily. Her hands traced the tattoos on my chest as I pressed kisses to her face. After a while, I scooped her into my arms and stood, before lying on the couch and placing her on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around Dy as she rested her head on my chest. I tucked her hair behind her ear, and she kissed my shoulder.
When she looked up at me, there was something in her eyes that let me know she had something on her mind.
“Wassup, Doll?”
“Nothing,” she said softly. “I’m just glad we ran into each other today.”
I chuckled and kissed her temple again before tightening my hold on her. This right here felt all types of right, and I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. After only a few hours with Dylan Ivie, I knew I wanted no part of the life I had without her for the last twelve years. I was never letting her go again.
Five
Dy
“You sleep?”
Brick’s chest vibrated against my head, and I lifted it to see him laughing with closed eyes. I grinned.
“I woke you up, huh?” I asked. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since our last love session, but I had woken up about fifteen minutes ago and couldn’t find my way back to sleep. My mind was racing with thoughts of the man who was holding me, and I was ready to hear his voice again.
He opened his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and kissed my forehead before resting it on his pillow again.
“Nah, you good. What’s up?” he asked, making me smile.
“What do you think our lives would have been like if I never moved away?”
“We would be married wit’ a kid by now,” he said without missing a beat. I felt the urge to hide my blush behind my hands, but he had already established how much he hated that.
Instead, I lay back on his chest and asked, “You think so?”
“I know so. I never wanted anybody as bad as I’ve always wanted you. The only things that kept us apart were distance, age, and money.”
“Distance and age, I understand. What does money have to do with it?”
“I was a broke ass kid. If I had paper, I woulda ran away from home to be with your ass. Real shit.”
I burst out laughing, and Brick kissed his teeth. “What’s funny? I’m serious, Dy.”
I nodded. “I know, and I believe you,” I said, sitting up. Brick remained lying down, and we fell into a comfortable silence as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“So, Maria Striten, huh?”
I couldn’t help the grimace as I nodded. Just the mention of my boss’s name made me tense.
“Why do you hate your job so much?”
I was shocked by his question until I remembered that he had admitted to eavesdropping at the airport. I sighed and folded my legs. “Because I’m overworked and underappreciated. I’m basically the glue that holds Maria’s life together, and she treats me like shit. I mean, I make a decent living, but I never have time to enjoy my money because I’m always with her. I amsickof always being with her, and it isn’t even what I signed up for,” I said honestly.
I usually tried to put up a happy facade when talking to people about my job. The only person who really knew how I felt was Wilder. Everyone else thought I was so lucky to be working for a superstar.
