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Chapter sixteen

Dylan

Shelookedexquisitelaidout before me. The rest of the week, I have flashbacks of her writhing beneath me as she came on my tongue and hand. I swear I can still taste her. I didn’t want to push her too far—if we slept together she would have freaked out and bailed on the weekend. As much as she says she wanted to, I know better.

I love that after all this time, I still have her body memorized. It makes me want to claim her, brand her, own her...all of her. Permanently. I know she isn’t there yet, but ever since that moment in the bookstore when she joked about moving in, I can’t stop thinking about it. I would marry her tomorrow, if she was ready. After everything I put her through when we were younger, I don’t blame her. If the situation was reversed, I would be wanting to take things slow, too.

Before I left, I carried her up to bed, tucking her in before cleaning up the mess we made in her kitchen and guest room. She could barely move after her third orgasm and I wanted to take care of her.She’s mine to take care of now.I would have stayed the night if I didn’t have to get home to the girls. They are old enough to be left alone, but not overnight.

It’s Friday, and I’m counting down the hours until I get to see her again. Notjustbecause I have fantasized the last few nights about how tight she is and how she’ll feel wrapped around my cock. I want to spend the weekend winning her back.

After work, I head to my house to grab my duffel bag for the weekend. I go to my bedside table, pull out my box of condoms, about to put them in my bag. I pause for a moment.Do I bring them?I don’t think we’ll use them, but I don’t want to be unprepared either. I promised her two rooms, no matter how much I want her in my bed, tangled up in each other the whole weekend. I pull out a few and put them in the zippered compartment of my duffle—just in case.

As I pull up to her house, I grab the two coffees in the disposable drink carrier that I picked up on the way over, and exit my car to head to her front door. I knock lightly a few times, and when he opens the door I’m speechless. She’s fucking breathtaking. With a skin-tight black dress that hugs her delicious curves, she greets me with a soft smile, “Hey, so sorry, I'm running behind. I haven’t had a chance to change. Do you mind coming in for a minute?” She opens the door wider for me to enter. As I walk in, I lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. She hums, almost a whimper in disappointment that it was just her cheek.Me too, E. Me too.I itch to back her up against the door, spread her legs and take what’s mine again. Once the door is closed, she asks me to stay downstairs while she gets dressed. I set the coffees down on the counter and pull out my phone to check the traffic for our drive.

A few minutes later, she comes back down, wearing the hoodie I bought her and a pair of black leggings, like the ones she wore to the bookstore that leave nothing to the imagination. I chuckle to myself. “E, you can’t wear those.” I fucking adore this woman—she knowsexactlywhat she’s doing. She knows damn well that I’m moments away from pulling her legs around me and hauling her upstairs.It’s too fucking tempting.We aren't in the bookstore or any other public place. Fuck the cabin. I want to rip those sorry excuse for pants off her right now, bury my face between her legs again, make her scream my name as she—

“What do you mean? I want to be comfortable.” She looks down at her pants, but I see the little smirk she’s hiding. I grab her hand and march her gorgeous ass back upstairs. “Dylan, what are you doing? We need to go.”

I keep walking but look back at her. “You can pretend that you don’t know how incredibly sexy you are in those pants—but we both know what you’re doing. I can’t be in the car for a few hours, with you wearing those, and keep my hands off you. Either they come off right now and you sit on my face, or…you change.”

“Oh come on! They’re just leggings!”

We pause at her bedroom door. “Your choice, E.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine,give me two minutes, I’ll meet you downstairs…again. Now, shoo or we’ll never leave.” I contemplate stripping her out of them myself for a moment, but head back to the kitchen.

When she comes down the second time, she’s wearing the same pair of jeans she wore when we went to the game. They make her ass look amazing. I can’t help but remember how good it felt to stay over that night and hold her in my arms for the first time in years. The sight of her wearing them makes my cock twitch.Down boy.I clear my throat and hand her the coffee I bought her. “Ready?”

About to take a sip, looking curiously at me. “What did you get me?”

I shrug. “That pumpkin drink you always used to order this time of year, but with oat milk.” I saw her creamer was non-dairy, and I’m not sure if it’s a preference or allergy, but figured it was a safe bet.

Her smile wide, she kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you, I really need it after the long week I’ve had.”

“Want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head. “No, not right now, we should get going.”

We load up the car and I open her door for her to get in. Once we are on the road, I ask again, “So, what happened this week? Anythingfun?”

Her eyes wide, cheeks a light shade of pink. “Uh, I mean, since I last saw you? It’s just been…busy.” I know she was thinking of the other night. I plan on reminding her about it as often as possible, just to see that beautiful blush of hers.

As we pull up to the next stop light, I turn toward her, take her hand, and interlace our fingers. I bring the back of her hand to my lips for a quick kiss. My eyes never leave hers, as I quietly tell her, “I don’t think I got anything done. I couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you look when you come.” I lean back against the seat, breaking eye contact, but keep her hand in mine. She sucks in a breath and in the corner of my eye I see her cheeks are my favorite shade of crimson.

She breaks her silence, “So, where exactly are we going?”

I tsk. “Like I would tell you! You still owe me a secret, since you claim your fingers were crossed behind your back.”

“Aw, come on! I promise I’ll show you tonight!”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Show me?”

“Yup,” she says, popping the ‘p.’

I let out a light chuckle. “Fine.” I look at the GPS and see we are about to hit traffic. I offer, “Are you hungry? We can stop.”

She smiles up at me. “Starving.” The look in her eyes tells me she isn’t just hungry for dinner. This is going to be a long drive if she keeps looking at me that way.

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