Page 17 of Dash to Me
“He already knows how I feel about you,” I admit. “Has for years, probably.” Her fingers start to work my buttons. “Are we done talking?”
I stand her up, and slowly unzip her dress, letting my knuckle lightly graze her skin all the way down her back. She eases it off her shoulders, and I see those perfect little peaks begging for my mouth. She turns around and I can’t help myself but to bring one of them into my mouth immediately. Her hands are on me now, clawing at my belt, fumbling with the buckle like it’s a race. When my pants and boxers hit the floor, my dick is at attention. She freezes, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open like it’s the first time she’s seen it.
I drop to my knees, burying my face into her thighs, putting her left foot on my shoulder. My tongue finds her clit in an instant, flicking it, sucking until she’s whimpering. I don’t stop. Fuck I can’t. Every day for the rest of my life I want to show her we belong together.
My fingers join, sliding in slowly, her walls already trying to close around them. Her moans get louder, and she’s getting closer to the edge. That edge that I love. The one where I get to hear my name on her lips. When she comes, it’s with her in my mouth and she tastes so fucking good.
“Anyone ever tell you that you are a fucking sex god? Who makes someone come that hard?”
I ease her up on the bed and grab her hips, yanking her back toward me. I bury myself in her and she screams again, her nails digging into my back, leaving scars that I’ll never want to go away.
I flip her over onto her stomach, slamming into her from behind, my hand tangled in her hair as I pull her head back. She’s moaning my name now, begging for more, and I give it toher—every inch, every thrust, every filthy word whispered in her ear as I claim her completely.
Her walls start to clench like a vice. “Not yet. I want us to come together. Hold on for me.” I pick up the pace even faster, stroking my thumb over her clit. And then, as she tightens around my cock, I finally come and she’s right behind me.
Eva collapses on the bed, trembling. How am I ever going to get enough of her?
EVA
Two days later…
“Pick up, pick up.” I need to tell her. We haven’t technically told anyone yet, but she’s my best friend. And my brother sort of already picked up on it, I guess.
The ringing stops. “What’s up?”
“Selena, I...I don’t know what to do anymore. This secret is eating me alive.”
“Talk to me. What’s going on?”
I pace by my window. “I’m seeing Atlas.”
“Whoa, back up. Atlas? As in my cousin Atlas?” Selena’s surprise is palpable, even through the digital divide.
“Y-yes.” I grip the phone tighter. “Atlas says my brother has basically already admitted he knows, but we haven’t come out and told him, and for some reason I’m terrified.”
“Listen. You’re his little sister, but you’re also your own person with your own life.”
“Ryan has always been protective. He might see this as betrayal, or worse, think I didn’t trust him enough to tell him about Atlas and me.”
“Your brother might surprise you. He wants you to be happy, doesn’t he?”
I think back to the night we stayed at the Inn. He didn’t freak out about us staying in the same room together. It didn’t even seem to bother him.
“Thank you, Selena. I needed to hear that.”
“Anytime, but don’t think I forgot that you are dating my cousin. Weird. But glad you finally told him how you feel. If your brother didn’t pick up on it, he’s an idiot. Goodnight.”
Sometimes it’s so weird to be living in our childhood home, but when mom moved, Ryan and I didn’t want her to sell it. Now that he’s married, I’ll need to start looking for my own place.
I go upstairs to my bedroom, not wanting to interrupt my brother and his new wife.
“Hey, you alright?” Ryan’s voice carries as he opens the door.
My fingers toy with the hem of my shirt. “Ryan... There’s—I need to...”
He steps into the room. “You scaring me. Are you okay?”
My throat tightens, the truth clawing its way up, desperate for air.Atlas and I are seeing each other. I love him.”
