“Come for me,” he whispers into my ear. The demand is all I need to release what’s been building for the past week. My body has been craving his, aching for him. I orgasm, seeing stars behind my eyelids. I moan loudly, but Dylan doesn’t seem to care. He follows right behind me, moaning my name until I feel warmth fill me.
He pulls out, and I look at the condom on his hard cock. Then I look at his eyes and feel empty where he once was. My body aches for more of him. He pulls the condom off and ties it.
He leans over and kisses me. He hands me the clothes from the ground, and I chuckle as I put them on.
“I need to go home to get clothes.”
He smiles. “I like you in my clothes.”
“I’m serious.”
“Okay. Want to go right now?”
I nod.
This is perfect because I also have some work to do, and I’m already imagining him on my couch, watching me work on my laptop.
I collect my things from Dylan’s room and then follow him out. I do the walk of shame past Westley, who clearly heard everything we just did.
“Where are you off to?” Westley asks with a blush.
I lean against Dylan and say, “He’s taking me home. Sorry for––”
Dylan laughs. “Don’t apologize. He didn’t hear anything.”
Westley looks at me and nods in agreement. “Didn’t hear anything.”
“Okay,” I mutter, walking out the front door. “See you later.”
On the drive to my place, Dylan grabs my hand and kisses it. His eyes glance at mine for a second, and then he intertwines his fingers with mine. I feel my heartbeat in my throat at his sweet gesture. I keep my eyes forward, trying not to put a meaning behind this. He hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend. We haven’t saidanything; we’re just making love like we’re together.We’re not actually together.My gut squeezes at the thought.
When we reach my apartment, he parks in the guest parking stall and looks over at me.
“Can I come up?” he asks.
I smile, nodding. “Yeah.”
He smiles back, and that’s all I need to know that this isn’t just about sex for him.
He follows me up the stairs, and my groin starts throbbing, craving him again. Maybe he’ll want to have sex again, and my body’s humming at the thought.
When I twist my doorknob, the door’s unlocked, my heart races as the door pushes open, and I see Dane standing right in front of the door.
Shit.
“Dane?”
Dylan pushes the door further, showing himself to Dane.
One look at Dane’s expression, and I know this isn’t going to be good.
“What’re you still doing here?” I ask. My heart’s racing for other reasons now, and I don’t like it. I swallow the lump in my throat.
Dane looks at my clothes and then over my shoulder.
I say, “Alix said you drove back last––”
“I came back,” Dane says, and then he clenches his jaw. His eyes stay on Dylan. And before I can ask why he came back, Dane’s eyes flick to mine. “Can we talk?”
