“Yeah, start moving,” I demand.
He nods and begins to slowly pump, easing my body to his size. Faster and faster, he picks up his pace, lifting my hips further off the bed. My hands come up to his muscular shoulders, nails digging into his skin. If it hurts him, he doesn’t let on.
“Fuck, Dean, that feels so good, you fill me so good,” I wail.
He lets out a growl at the affirmation and keeps going, never slowing down. I reach a hand down between us and rub my clit, needing more friction.
“That’s it, kitten. I like watching you touch yourself as I fuck you.” His words alone bring me closer to the edge.
“Yes, don’t stop. Fuck!” My orgasm continues to build, and then it washes over me like a giant wave as I squeeze around him. Dean continues his pace, keeping me riding my wave of pleasure until another starts to build, and I quickly come again.Holy shit, that has never happened to me before, even with my trusty vibrator.
Dean still doesn’t stop, not missing a single beat as my body rides out each of my orgasms. A third one is building low in my belly as he changes his angle slightly to better hit my sensitive spot, and he hits it, over and over and over again. This one is going to be more intense, and I throw my head back and close my eyes. He grabs my face so that I’m forced to look at him.
“You’re going to look at me while you come this time,kitten. I want to see that sexy face as I come, making you come,” he growls out.
Again, his words send me over the edge, making my moan long and loud as I shudder around him, falling apart. He mutters a curse, and his own release takes hold as he spills all of himself into the condom.
He leans in for another kiss, both of us sweaty and breathing hard. He removes himself from me and takes care of the condom in the bathroom I direct him to. Once he returns, I’ve put on a large shirt and sleep shorts. I’ve slid under the blankets, and I motion for him to join me. After sliding his boxers back on, he slides in beside me and I nestle into the crook of his neck while he wraps his arms around me. Easily, we both drift off to sleep cuddled into each other.
“DANIEL!” Dean shouts as the blankets shift as he sits up in the bed, sweaty and panting. He swings his feet over the side of the bed as I also sit up, and I gently rub his bare back in soothing circles.
“Hey, it’s okay. It was only a nightmare,” I say calmly. I’m familiar with these types of nightmares. I had them for a long time after my mom died, and they still happen sometimes, usually closer to the anniversary of her death. Obviously, this still weighs heavily on his shoulders.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, padding over to the bathroom and closing the door. The faucet turns on and I head into the kitchen.
When I return, he’s back in bed, wide awake. I place the hot chocolate I made for us on the bedside table and slide into bed again.
“What’s this?” he asks, taking the mug I offer him.
“Hot cocoa. Dad always made some when I would havenightmares after my mom died,” I explain, taking a sip from my own mug.
“I’m sorry I woke you. Some nights are worse than others, and the closer it gets to the day—they get worse.” The sadness in his voice makes my heart ache for him. I can tell how much he misses his brother and how much he still wants him to be here. I wish I could wave a magic wand and fix it all for him, right here and now, just to make that pain go away.
“It happens for me, too. Do you want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head. “Talking doesn’t seem to help. Nothing does, except winning the championship and winning the spot in the Cup Series. I need to do it. For him.”
“But what about you?” I press. “Is this what you want?”
His eyes narrow at me in question. “Trying to get in my head, Brady?” He takes another sip from his mug.
I huff a small laugh. “No, I’m just wondering if this is something you really want, or what you think Daniel would want.”
He ponders that for a moment before answering. “I have dreamed of racing in Cup since I was a kid. It’s everything I’ve worked for, and I know if Daniel were here, he’d be cheering me on every step of the way.”
“Okay.” I give him a nod. I don’t really know what else to say. We finish our cocoas, and I cuddle back into his arms. Now that I’ve been in his embrace, it feels so…right. Like I’m meant to be in his arms.
My heart pounds in my chest as Dean’s breathing evens out, and I know he’s fallen back to sleep. My thoughts are spiraling out of control. Circling the drain of every possibility of what’s happening. Maybe I can have this one time hookup, or maybe just the benefits part. I know Dean isn’t the relationship type, and after my last one, I don’t think I want to risk my heart getting broken all over again. And I don’t want it broken by Dean Dixon.
TWENTY-NINE
REGAN
After getting backfrom Richmond and everything that happened with Dean, I’ve thrown myself into preparing for the next race—Martinsville. Though that race isn’t until after the gala coming up in a few weeks, the team and I still want to be as prepared as we can be.
I’m about to head home for the day, then I stop short. Dean is leaning up against his truck with his arms folded across his chest and a knowing smile on his face. Why is he here? I take in his form, his biceps that bulge out, his lean and fit frame, the denim jeans that hug his ass so perfectly. Just knowing what he looks like with his clothes off makes me appreciate how he looks with his clothes on, and he looks fucking good.
We haven’t spoken too much since getting back from Richmond, but he’s been on my mind almost constantly. Mostly thinking about all the dirty things we did together. Now I’m starting to think about it again, and my panties are definitely damp already.
