Chapter 34 #2
When Dylan comes into view, I stop and stare at him. He’s sitting, staring down into his palm, lost in thought himself. He frowns and murmurs something I can’t hear.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, causing him to snap his head in my direction.
“Yeah, come here,” he says as his gaze roams over me.
I bite my lip and pad across the room to him. When I stop between his legs, he places his hands on my hips and draws me into him to straddle his lap.
He places his head against my chest and holds me in his arms as we sit in silence for a moment. I run my hands through his hair as my thoughts race.
“Did I say something wrong?” I blurt out when I can’t hold it in any longer.
He lifts his head and looks me in my eyes. I search his gaze, trying to see what I’m missing. I see frustration and … guilt, but that doesn’t seem right.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been distant since I said … when I said I’m never leaving. Something changed. Was that too much?”
He scoffs. “I pray you meant every word. I’m just frustrated with some shit I have going on. It’s not you.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“No, I’ve got it. It’s already being handled.”
“Are you sure? I’m here, Dyl. I know you have things you don’t want me to know about, but I’m here if you ever need me to be. You can trust me,” I say.
He grasps the back of my neck and crushes my lips in a deep kiss. I moan into his mouth as I return the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as he slips his hands up my sides until his large palms settle beneath my breasts, which are bare and peeking out the bottom of my shirt.
As he moves his lips to my neck, I lift my gaze to the ceiling. I shiver as he rubs his thumbs across my nipples. My eyes roll back as he pinches my hardened peaks between his fingers, while he nuzzles and kisses my neck.
“Do you know how perfect you are? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I do trust you, Ciara. You never have to question that.
“I don’t want you to worry about any of my shit. I’m taking care of everything that needs to be taken care of. All you need to concern yourself with is being happy,” he whispers into my ear.
“Then fuck me because that makes me happy,” I breathe back.
“That’s my girl. Stand up and take your shorts off.”
Dylan
“Come here,” I say once she has pushed her tiny shorts to the floor.
My gaze drops to her bare pussy and then lower to her cute little white-painted toes with the silver sparkles on them. Everything about her is perfect. Here she is telling me I can trust her when I’m the one who can’t be trusted.
She comes to me and climbs back into my lap. Cupping my face, she kisses me like the angel she is. I consume and devour her like the bastard I am.
“I love you,” she whimpers into my mouth.
I swallow the words from her lips along with the bile that rises. I feel sick to my stomach. So much guilt is eating at me.
For about seven months now, I have known the answers to fill in the gaps for Ciara. I know what happened to her father and what led to her mother’s death.
I know things I wish I didn’t, but I was asked to promise not to share these things with her. Timing. Everything around us relies on timing.
There is also the fact that I know Logan left something out. Something that wouldn’t have allowed me to make that promise to him. My oldest brother knows me well enough, but I know him as well.
There wouldn’t have been a promise made if he revealed whatever he’s still holding back from me. The alliance is important to him and my family. Sacrifices were made to see it come to life.
For that reason and that reason alone, I didn’t press Logan for the full truth. However, now that guilt is riding my ass, I’ve been holding back what I know and looking my girl in the eyes every single day as if I can’t provide her with answers.
“I love you too,” I groan as she frees me from my jeans.
We work together to push them down my hips. I need to be inside her. I have to claim what’s mine before the walls all close in on me.
Everything is building up. I need to put an end to this shit with those dirty cops and Hanson. I have a job for the brothers. They will play a part that’s useful to me and the Alliance.
It’s time I use my role in the Alliance for what it is. Those detectives are still trying to press Hanson and his little brother. They’ve been at it for far too long. It’s clear they don’t have shit to stand on, but the petty shit is starting to get on my nerves.
They’re trying to force me and my brothers into the spotlight where they can nail us on whatever bullshit they’re cooking up—if not just to extort us for themselves. However, we’re too smart for that and they lost that opportunity the moment Logan stepped out of that prison.
“Dylan, come back to me,” Ciara says as she pulls my face to hers.
“I’m here, baby. I’m with you,” I groan as I hold up my shaft for her to seat herself.
I drop my head back and stare up at the ceiling. As she begins to move her hips, guilt consumes me. Not only am I bringing her into a life she knows nothing about, but I’m holding the truth from her.
It’s selfish of me to want her love so much and not be able to come out and tell her what loving me means. Yet I know I can’t let her go. I close my eyes and try to push down the guilt.
I’ll be able to tell her the truth someday. I can feel it all coming to a head. My gut tells me I’ll have no choice but to be real with her sooner rather than later.
Logan and LaSalle aren’t wasting any time. Even with LaSalle’s wife’s death, things are still moving forward quickly. Ellen’s murder seems like it has made things move faster.
I get it, Logan and LaSalle can’t show any weakness. I can only hope that I get to tell her the truth before it reveals itself and ruins this for me. “Fire on Fire” by Sam Smith begins to play in the background and I open my eyes and lift my head.
Her green-gray eyes are on me with an intense look I can’t ignore. It’s almost like she’s pleading with me to open up to her. I lock eyes with her as she continues to ride me and sets the pace.
Reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, I pull it off over my head, then I reach beneath her top and palm her breasts. As always, our connection deepens as we continue to reach for each other through our passion and love.
“Dylan,” she moans.
“Your tight pussy feels so good. Keep bouncing, baby. Keep that pussy bouncing,” I groan.
“Yes, yes, Dylan. Yes. You feel so good inside me. This dick is everything.”
“This dick is yours. I’m yours. You’re my reason, Ciara. You’re my reason for all I do.”
She looks into my eyes and plants her hands on my shoulders. I grasp her ass and begin to thrust up into her. She cries out and gushes all over me.
“So fucking good,” I moan.
Pulling her shirt over her head, she tosses it aside. Wasting no time, I lean in and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans and cups the back of my head to hold me to her.
With a supertight grip, she squeezes around my length. I allow her peak to pop free from my mouth. Her full globe glistens back at me as I watch her big tits bounce in my face.
I tap her leg for her to stand so I can turn her around. She lifts and climbs to her feet. However, her legs give out, and she falls on her ass.
I can’t help it, I burst into laughter, and she does too. I lean forward to help her up, but she grabs my arm and tugs me to the floor with her. I go willingly, but turn her onto all fours in front of me.
Ciara sinks down with her arms stretched out before her like she’s a cat, then lifts her ass into the air for me. I slide into her warm, wet heat and groan. Unable to hold back, I thrust into her as the sound of our skin slapping fills the air. She moans and whimpers my name.
Reaching for her arms, I then tug them back at her sides and use them to pull her into me as I rock into her tight pussy. Groaning, I throw my head back and look up. My cheeks puff out, and my eyes roll back.
The sound of her pussy becoming so wet it starts to blow kisses at me causes me to drop my head back down. The way her ass bounces against me has me so hard. The sound, the sight, it all has me mesmerized.
I can’t take my eyes away. My mind wanders to how much she trusts me and how willing she has been to give herself to me from the beginning. The guilt returns and I try to chase it away through her tight core.
“Dylan, oh shit,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck, babe. That feels so good. I’m going to come.”
“Come for me. Show me how much you love this. Show me how much you want me. I want to know you know it’s yours.”
“Don’t stop fucking me, Dyl. Harder, baby. Harder,” she keens.
I throw my head back, not releasing her arms and pound harder. I’m doing the right thing. We’re made for each other. She’ll forgive me.
It all has to be okay. I can’t live without her. This shit can’t come back to burn me.