Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Which half? The one devoted to watching the cheerleaders?”
“Hell no. Did you know they get to the stadium at dawn to practice their routine? I only get up at dawn to fool around with you.”
She’s still pink when we make it back to the bar.
I was going to make love to her before I left. That was an imperative. Tonight, after the lock went on, after we made—well, she made dinner. After her bar closed, I’d take her upstairs, rub down her back and legs, shower her, and then make deep, unforgettable passionate love.
But now I’m thinking that to do that intimate act while pretending to be someone else might cause irrevocable harm. She hates music and musicians. I need more time. She needs to come on tour with me. She can see for her own eyes that I don’t have time for groupies, nor do I want any. That I surround myself with people who challenge me. That I run a clean operation.
“You ever been on a vacation?”
“Don’t you need a passport to leave the country?” I watch Dylan install the lock. The man really is good with his hands. I’m not sure why we’re on the topic of vacations. I’ve been on a handful over the years, but they were all in the States, and only once did we have to take a plane.
“Yeah, you don’t have one?”
“I do.” I suddenly remember. Both Dad and I had gotten them.
“Irish, you okay?” Dylan stops messing with the lock to look over at me.
“Sorry.” I shake my head. The tears threaten to break free from my eyes at the memory. “I forgot. My dad and I were making plans to go to Ireland. It’s probably at home.” We never got to make that trip. How had I forgotten about that? To be honest, I probably blocked it out.
“Damn.” Dylan leans over and brushes his mouth against mine. I’m sitting on the floor with my legs crossed. “I’ll take you.”
“You’re leaving,” I remind him and myself.
“But I’ll be back.” He grips my chin so I have to stare into his eyes. “I’ll be back,” he promises.
“That’s a big trip. Maybe one day.” I shrug off the conversation of Ireland. I don’t want to get my hopes up.
“You said the passport is at home? I thought you lived here.”
“I do live here. It’s back at the house I grew up in. I don’t stay there.”
“I’m sorry.” He kisses me again. I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck. He pulls me into his lap. I get lost in his kiss. Dylan’s hands grip my ass as I rock against his cock, wishing we were both naked.
So far all we’ve done is oral, but I want more even if this is coming to an end. I’m not sure I’ll ever get a chance like this again. I’ve never had this kind of attraction to another person before, and I don’t think the odds are good that I will again anytime soon. I’m not going to stay a virgin for the rest of my life. Besides, if Dylan is telling the truth about him being one too, I want to be his first. To have this experience with him.
“Dylan.” I moan against his mouth. He stands, keeping a tight hold on me. I wrap myself around him, and he kicks the door closed.
“Bed?” The one word comes out choked.
“Yes.” All I want right now is to forget about everything else and get lost in him for a while. The rest of the world can wait. I’m taking something for myself.
“Fuck,” Dylan grunts as he takes me down to the bed.
“Yes,” I agree. That’s what I want. I start pulling at his clothes. He grabs my hands, stopping me.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
“Why are you stopping?” I try to pull my hands free, but he doesn’t let them go. I want his clothes off.
“You with me? You want this?”
“Yes! I’m trying to take your clothes off, for heaven's sake. I couldn’t want this any more.” What is he talking about?
“No, are you really with me?” Something flashes in his eyes. I’m normally so good at reading people, but I’m not with Dylan. He’s always throwing me for a loop. I really don’t know much about him. I’ve told him so much about my life, but he’s been pretty vague about his past. I might be crazy, but I still feel this deep connection with him. He feels so right even if it is only temporary.
“I’m with you, Dylan. I want you. I want this.”
“Good, because I don’t fuck you, Clover. Never.” He kisses me, finally releasing my hands. Slowly we strip each other of our clothes. Dylan kisses his way down my body. I want to protest, wanting him inside of me, but the words die on my lips when his tongue circles my clit. “Have to get you ready, Irish.” He thrusts a finger inside of me. “So tight.” He groans as he works a second into me.