Page 21 of Meant To Be

The world was small, and the universe could send people careening into each other’s lives like an expert pool shot. My tricky heart had overridden my self-doubt and gone and fallen for Dylan. I wasn’t ready to use the word love, but wow. I’d never felt like this before.

I kept trying to convince myself it was the situation—the snowstorm, being stuck at this inn with our newfound friends, the cards and games, and the acoustic music in front of the fireplace.

If Jack hadn’t gone and said that, I could’ve persuaded myself to forget it.

Later that night, the band played an early acoustic set. At the end, Lucy made an announcement. “We’ve gotten an update from the emergency team. The road should be clear first thing tomorrow morning.” A little cheer went up in the group. “We’ll still be serving breakfast.”

When we went to our room, a sense of recklessness stirred inside me. My emotions felt as if they pushed against the surface of my skin—too raw, too fierce, and too intense for me to ignore.

Dylan turned to look at me, and we studied each other. Why did he have to be so handsome?

Despite not shaving for days now, I could still see the cut line of his jaw. He was so strong, so sheltering. I felt tears stinging the backs of my eyes. The ramifications of what had happened inside my heart overwhelmed me.

I wanted to chalk it up to the forbidden quality of this weekend—hot nights with my brother’s best friend. I wanted more, enough to soothe the sting of the impending foolish heartbreak.

Emotion tangled up inside of my desire, intensifying it. Everything felt heightened with heat and fire and emotion amplifying each other.

“Well?” Dylan asked.

“Well, what?” I prompted.

“The road will be clear tomorrow.”

I blinked, grateful for the dim light. I hoped he couldn’t see the tears welling in my eyes. I didn’t want this weekend to end. I could’ve stayed here playing cards with strangers that had become friends and nights tangled up in the chilly room with Dylan under the covers forever.

I swallowed through the emotion thickening in my throat. I felt driven, pushed to find some sort of release valve for all of this. I didn’t hesitate to step forward and lean up to kiss him. One of his arms slid around my waist as the other palmed my cheek. He deepened our kiss instantly, holding me in his secure embrace.

That sense of rushing, of recklessness, kept driving me. I yanked at his clothing, and he seemed startled by my fierceness. When I unbuttoned his jeans and knelt to take his thick cock into my mouth, I heard the hiss of his breath through his teeth, followed by, “Piper, we have all night.”

That was the crux of the problem. We had all night, but only tonight.

I paused, lifting my gaze to his. “I know,” I whispered before swirling my tongue around his thick crown and sucking him in. He laced his fingers in my hair, tugging lightly while I savored the sting of it. I needed to lose myself in this, in the fire of our connection, so I didn’t have to think about how the cracks spread across the surface of my heart.

I knew his body now, knew when he was close to his release. His fingers tightened in my hair, and I heard a little growl in his throat. His cock pulsed when I dragged my tongue along the underside before sucking him in once again.

“Piper!” he bit out.

I leaned back, looking up as I released him with a pop. “What?”

“I need to be inside you.”

I could’ve convinced myself it was just sex, just raw lust. But something else was in the look in his eyes. My heart crashed against my ribs.

Several fiery seconds burned by as he tugged me up. We undressed swiftly. Even though it was rushed, I felt cherished with every movement. He tossed my shirt to the side with one hand as his other smoothed down over my hip in a soothing caress. His fingers dug into my skin when he moved me, stretching me out on the bed in front of him. The look in his eyes was almost gentle. I felt as if I was caught in a fire that would never stop burning, the fire itself feeding my need and emotion. I felt stripped bare and cleaved wide open.

He dropped hot kisses over my belly, his fingers teasing along the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh before he pressed my knee out to the side. He dusted a kiss on the sensitive skin above the inside of my knee. His touch was gentle, like a drop of warm honey. Everything with him was a combination of gentle and intensely sensual.

He teased me to a deep, trembling climax with his mouth and fingers. I was still shuddering from it when he rose up and smoothed a condom on. I welcomed the weight of him coming over me, his hard muscled body, the thick press of his crown at my entrance, the subtle brush of hair on his chest against my breasts, his eyes burning into mine.

I could barely breathe and cried out as one orgasm rolled into the next when he filled me. His slow slide elicited a raw whimper, and I barely recognized myself. I simply handed myself over to him—my heart, all of me, as the sensations washed through me. The waves of pleasure broke with each plunge as he filled me with slow thrusts.

He caught my cry with a kiss when my climax rose to another crashing, piercing crescendo. I felt him go taut as a bow before he jerked once more and shuddered roughly, my name coming in a raspy cry.

We were a tangle of limbs against the pillows. At some point, Dylan left the bed. He returned, dragging the extra blanket over us and pulling me into his arms.

“We have all night,” he whispered again.

I pressed a kiss into the divot at the base of his throat, those tears stinging my eyes again.

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