She gasps; I enter.
Our tongues meet the moment I grind into her, my hard cock straining painfully, desperate to sink inside her. The pressure sends a zap of pleasure down my dick, and I groan into her eager little mouth.
Fuck, I’ve missed her so much.
I’ve missed drowning in her. I don’t care if it’s only been four days, four hours, four fucking seconds. Ithurtsto come up for air.
I roll my hips once more, earning a pleased little squeal from her throat. Right when I go to repeat the movement, a loud buzz interrupts me, and she jolts in my arms, ripping her mouth away. I chase with a whine, but she chuckles and evades me.
No, no, no, no.
I’ve never been the praying type, but in this moment, I’d kneel for the first god to make whoever is on the other line disappear.
“Shit, I missed it,” she whispers to herself. But then, her phone buzzes, signaling a text.
When I let out another groan, it’s full of frustration. Panting, she plucks her phone out of her coat pocket while I drop my forehead to her shoulder, inhaling the chilled air into my lungs.
My dick is painfully hard, and just as I reach the decision to fuck her anyway, she gasps, her body stiffening into solid granite.
My head snaps up.“What?”
“It’s Barry,” she breathes. “They have a DNA match for the blonde hair I received last week.”
CHAPTER 32
REVERIE
The second I park my ass in Dread’s passenger seat, I’m hitting the call button on Barry’s contact.
My heart is pounding, my clit is still throbbing from when he had me pinned against the cottage, and the butterflies have wormed their way into my brain, demanding I go back to obsessing over Dread professing his love.
My internal ecosystem is going through a catastrophic extinction event, and instead of trying to salvage my burning organs, I’m paralyzed.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Barry greets, his voice instantly soothing a little of the chaos inside me.
“Hey,” I say, my cheeks instantly flushing from how breathless I sound.
It hasn’t even been five minutes since Dread had his tongue down my throat, and I’m still trying to collect all the oxygen he ripped out of me so ruthlessly.
Barry heaves out a heavy exhale, and I’m having troublecomputing what kind of sigh it is.
“What I’m about to tell you is highly confidential.”
My mouth flops, and I glance at Dread, who’s staring at me intently. My heart instantly flutters, and my brain trips over how insanely attractive he is. There’s definitely a brain cell or two still latched on to his absolutely insane declaration of love not ten minutes ago, but I force myself to stay focused.
“U-uh, okay. Well…” I cringe and sheepishly admit, “Dread’s here. Can he know?”
Barry is silent for a few beats. “Is he bothering you?”
His voice is considerably lower, a serious edge to his tone. I have no idea why—maybe because I’m frazzled as fuck and don’t know which way is up right now—but it makes me smile. I bite it back while Dread opens his mouth to respond to Barry.
My hand claps over it, my amusement replaced with horror. I literally cannot even begin to fathom what he was going to say, and it sounds like an absolute nightmare to find out.
“He’s always bothering me,” I say assertively, narrowing my eyes at him in warning. His gaze twinkles with mirth now, but I don’t find any of this funny anymore. “But no, the whole rottweiler attitude was all an act, and he’s more like a husky. Looks intimidating, very sassy, doesn’t shut up, but is an otherwise derpy dog that follows you around everywhere.”
Dread’s eyebrows fly up on his forehead, wickedness mingling with his amusement. Even with his face partially obscured by my hand, his expression is undeniable, and I can hear his unspoken words loud and clear:‘Oh, you think so?Veryinteresting.’
My heart flutters, and the butterflies in my stomach take that as their cue and follow suit. It doesn’t help that his hand is still firmly wrapped around mine.
