Chapter 32
32
AGE 20
“ T hank you for taking me. I loved it.” Viv wraps her arms around my neck as I crowd her against the door to her apartment.
We’ve spent every night this week together, and I can’t get enough of her. “I like showing you my country, and I love that you’re so interested in our culture and our history.” My hands land on her slim hips as I lean down and glide my lips against hers.
Kissing her will never get old.
Her mouth is like a drug to me.
A contented sigh slips from her lips, and I grasp the opportunity, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Our mutual groans are like a shot of liquid lust charging through my veins, and my grip on her tightens as I pivot my hips, pressing my semi against her stomach. Her breathy moan is my personal aphrodisiac, and my kiss turns demanding as my hands gravitate to her arse and I knead her firm cheeks.
I react fast when the door opens unexpectedly, wrapping one arm around her back and keeping her body pressed tight against mine as I use my other arm to cling to the door frame so we don’t fall to the ground.
“Fucking hell. Could you two not maul each other inside the apartment?” Ash’s tone carries no heat, only the usual joy. She’s beyond excited I’m going out with her best friend.
“Whoops.” Vivien giggles as I straighten us up. When she attempts to separate our bodies, I fix her with a glare and keep her pressed all up against me.
“Are you heading out?” I ask my sister as I maneuver Viv and me inside.
“Nah.” My sister dangles a rubbish bag in the air. “Just doing a rubbish run. I went to the pub for a bit earlier. I just got home.”
“We were at Trim Castle,” Vivien explains, resting her head against my chest. “It was amazing.”
I press my lips to her hair, inhaling the familiar fruity scent.
Ash leans against the doorway. “You went all the way to Meath on the bike?”
“I have the windswept hair to prove it,” Viv jokes, snuggling in closer.
“Hollywood loves my bike now.” I love having Vivien behind me on the open road. The feel of her slender arms around my waist and her back smushed up against me is my favorite new feeling in the world.
I’m turning into a right sap, going to bed every night this week with a goofy smile on my face.
“I’m converted,” Vivien admits, and I cradle her in my arms, dotting kisses into her hair.
Ash’s face softens as she looks at us. “You two look so good together.”
“So you’ve said a time or a hundred.” I arch a brow.
“I’m just saying you’re so natural with one another. Like you’ve been together years, not just a week.”
Technically, it’s only a week tomorrow, but who’s counting? The truth is, I agree with my sister. I’m more comfortable around Vivien than I’ve ever been with any woman who isn’t a relative. I have no experience with relationships to know if this is the norm or unusual, just that it doesn’t feel forced or unnatural. It’s the best feeling in the world.
“Ash is right.” Viv smiles shyly up at me. “You’re an amazing boyfriend, Dillon. No one would ever know you’ve never done this before.”
My mouth is on hers in an instant, and I devour her lips as Ash chuckles, sliding past us and out the door.
“Oh, Dillon.” Vivien swoons in my arms when we break our lip-lock. “I could kiss you forever and never get tired of it.”
“Is that right?” I grin as I sweep her legs out from under her and toss her over my shoulder.
“Dillon! What’re you doing?”
Swatting her delectable arse, I stride down the hallway and into the living room. “Making you dinner,” I explain, dumping her gorgeous butt on the sofa.
“No way.” She hops up super quick. In a lightning-fast move, she pushes me down on the sofa and pins me in the chest with one hand. “You and Ash cooked last night, and you’ve been taking me out all week. It’s my turn to look after you.”
“Ordering takeaway is cheating, Hollywood.”
She jumps on my lap and tugs on my hair. “Who said anything about takeout?”
“Take-a-way,” I enunciate the words as I squeeze her arse cheeks. I love pushing her buttons when she comes out with all her Americanisms even if they’re adorable as fuck.
My dick is hardening again, twitching with the need to drive inside her sweet cunt.
Abstaining is new for me. Usually, when I want to fuck a woman, I just do it. But this is different, and though I’m dying to fuck Viv, I’m also happy with kissing and groping until she’s ready to take that step. I know it’s a big one for her. I suspect Reeve has been her only lover, though I could be wrong. I’m not sure what went down at that college frat party last year or if there was anyone before they became more than friends. I have made it a point of not talking about her ex this week. I want her to forget all about him, and bringing him up repeatedly won’t serve any purpose except curiosity and to rile me up.
“Yes, yes, asshole. I’m aware of the differences.” She tugs on my hair harder as I laugh. I love that she calls me out on my bullshit. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she leans down and kisses me. “I’m not a great cook, but I can cook a few things decently. I made lasagna first thing this morning before I left for class. I just need to pop it in the oven and make some garlic bread.”
“You must have been up early.” I wind my fingers through her tousled hair.
“I was.” She kisses the tip of my nose before sliding off my lap.
I pout. “I’m not that hungry.” At least not for food. “Get your sexy arse back here.”
“Nope.” She plants her hands on her hips and pins me with a challenging stare. “I’m making you dinner. You’ll stay right there and let me spoil you for a change.”
“You spoil me just by breathing.” The words glide out of my mouth uncensored.
Tears fill her eyes, and I sit up in alarm, wondering what I’ve done to upset her. “For a self-professed novice, you sure are a diehard romantic, Dillon.” She flings herself at me, and my arms suction around her warm body. “You make me happy,” she whispers, hugging me close. “I didn’t think it would ever be possible again.”
“You make me happy too.” I bury my face in her neck, inhaling the delicious scent emanating from her skin.
Vivien is so real. There are no pretenses. She speaks her mind, and she wants me for me . There is no other agenda. She seems to love being with me as much as I love being with her. It’s the most exhilarating feeling.
She lifts her head, staring deep into my eyes. My heart is going crazy, and butterflies swoop into my chest the longer we stare at one another. “You’re so hot, Dillon.” She peppers kisses along my jawline. “And so thoughtful.” She cups one side of my face. “Thank you for this week. It’s been incredible.”
I lean into her touch. “You don’t have to thank me. I told you I love spending time with you, and I meant it. This week has been special for me too.” Turning my head, I press a kiss to her palm.
“I know you’re not used to taking things slow, and I?—”
“Do not apologize, Vivien.” Clasping her hips, I lift her onto the sofa beside me. I can’t have a serious conversation when she’s straddling me. I cup her stunning face in my hands. “I told you we’ll go at your pace, and I’m perfectly happy with that. I never want you to feel pressured. I’m fine to wait.” I press a kiss to her brow, just needing to be touching some part of her all the time.
Tears pool in her eyes again as she threads her fingers in mine. “It’s not that I don’t want to because I really, really do.” She kisses me softly on the lips. “I’m so into you, Dillon. One touch and I want to strip my clothes off and impale myself on your cock.”
“Holy fuck, Hollywood.” I rub my aching dick. “Are you trying to torture me or what?”
A tiny giggle filters into the air. “If it helps, I’m torturing myself too.” She sits up on her knees and leans into me. “I want you bad, Dil, but we’re still new, and when we fuck, I want it to be for all the right reasons.”
This girl. She slays me. “I’m cool with it, Viv. Don’t sweat it.”
“It’s a big step for me, and I want to ensure I’m fully onboard with it before we go there. I don’t want my ex to come between us.”
“I don’t want that either.”
“When I have sex with you, I want to be all in with nothing in the way. Does that make sense?”
“Absolutely.” I don’t like the potential of my twin coming between us like that, but she wouldn’t be the person I know her to be if she didn’t feel like this. “And for the record, I like that this is new for both of us. What we have is different than anything I’ve experienced before. I don’t want to rush into sex either. I want it to be special between us, and I know it will be as long as neither of us are forcing it.”
She slides back onto my lap. “How have you never had a girlfriend before, Dillon? I just don’t understand it.”
“It’s pretty simple.” I run my thumb along her lower lip before lifting my eyes to hers. “I was waiting for you.”
“How did Aoife take the news?” I ask Jay as we wait to go onstage at the Trinity Ball. After Aoife threw a hissy fit a couple of weeks ago when Jay told her she wasn’t invited to come with us tonight, he decided it was time to cut her loose once and for all. Conor has no issue with it either, and I’ve been wanting to sever ties for some time.
“She was upset, but she’s promised to be cool about it as long as we don’t mind her hanging around Whelans and Bruxelles. She still wants to support Toxic Gods even if she’s no longer warming our beds.”
“I hope that’s the truth. If she causes trouble, she’s barred.”
“She has stayed away from Viv after you spoke to her,” Jamie reminds me.
“Because I made it very clear what would happen if she continued that bullshit.”
I was fuming when Ash and Viv told me how Aoife was treating Vivien when my back was turned. I promised Viv the band groupies wouldn’t be an issue, and I intend to stick to my word. I want Vivien to feel comfortable when she’s with me, and no woman is going to make her feel less than on my watch.
“How is Viv? She didn’t seem too upset about the pictures.”
We were in the middle of our soundcheck when Jay showed me the pictures on OK Magazine ’s website of Reeve fucking around with Saffron Roberts in Mexico. I know they are splashed all over the print editions in the shops because Ash said that’s how Viv learned of their existence after I called my sister to give her a heads-up.
My twin is such an idiot, and he deserves to lose Vivien forever.
“She’s grand.” I was expecting her mood to be low and maybe some tears, but I’m glad to have been proven wrong. I think Vivien has turned a corner, and I’m happy for her. She didn’t deserve the way he treated her, and now she’s fully exorcised Reeve from her life, the path is clear for me. “He’s a free agent now, and in a weird way, I think it’s given her the closure she needed.”
I don’t tell my mate Viv told me she’s ready for sex because it’s private between her and me. She let me eat her out a few nights ago, and she sucked my dick, and all I’ve been thinking about since is how utterly stunning she is naked and how incredible she felt coming against my lips. It was hands down the best blowjob of my life, and I know sex with her is going to be out of this world. My cock has been straining against my zip ever since she pulled me aside a few minutes ago and told me she wants to ditch the after-parties later and go back to her place to fuck the rest of the night away.
I am dying to feel her tight cunt hugging my hard dick.
I have never wanted to fast-forward time as badly as I want to fast forward it tonight.
“She loved her presents. You were worrying for nothing.” Jay slaps me on the back.
I might have had a little existential crisis over what to buy my girlfriend for her twentieth birthday. “It’s hard to buy birthday presents for the girl who has everything, especially when I’m on a limited budget.” She seemed to love the Claddagh necklace and the photo album I bought her, and Ash said the breakfast I sent to their gaff was well received. My sister was a little cagey on the phone this morning, and I know she lied when I asked her what Reeve sent Vivien. Maybe it’s best I don’t know. I don’t want anything ruining tonight especially not my twin.
“Dil, you need to let go of this shite. So what if she has wealthy parents and more money than you? Viv doesn’t give a crap about that, and you shouldn’t either. She likes you for you, mate. It’s not about what you can or can’t buy her.”
I wish it was that easy. It’s hard not to compare myself to my twin and difficult not to feel inferior when he can buy her the world and all I’ve got to give her is a part of myself. Maybe if I was being fully honest with her and all the secrets and lies were out on the table, it might be easier to disregard the vast differences in our upbringings and our bank balances.
But that’s an impossibility when I’ve pledged to use her for my own gain.
Even if I wanted to change my mind and fess up now, it’s too late.
It will seem like another betrayal to her, and I’ll lose her anyway.
I doubt she’ll like me very much when she realizes she doesn’t really know me at all.