Chapter 22
Disclosure
Sara
Dante pulls my mouth off his cock and lifts me against him, claiming my lips with his. I wrap my legs around his hips as he presses me against the tile. My arms latch around his neck, clinging. Our bodies slide against each other. His skin scorches mine.
I burn for him and every touch just inflames me more. When his tongue demands access, I part my lips.
He holds my hip as he explores my mouth with his. His other hand slips below and his finger teases my entrance. A moan escapes me into his mouth and he smiles against my lips.
When his thick finger slides deep into my pussy, I gasp at the intrusion. I never thought we’d be like this. Naked in a shower after I sucked his cock. So close to doing so much more.
His icy-blue eyes are like the inner flame of a fire, hypnotizing.
“So fucking tight. Warm. Wet. Fuck.” He thrusts his finger in and out as his gaze meets mine, making me whimper.
I want to beg him not to stop, to keep going. Make me his. But the words choke off in my throat. He already said he wouldn’t fuck me.
“Tasting my cock turned you on, made you want more.” His lips brush mine. “Do you want to come on my fingers, pip?”
“Yes, boss.” I tighten my legs around him. My pussy presses against his abs. I need more. I want to fly with him. His fingers in me, his body pressed against mine.
Slowly, he adds another finger and eases them both inside me. It’s almost too much.
“Dante.” My eyes squeeze shut as he kisses me.
“Shh, pip, you can take it. You can take all of me like a good girl.”
His fingers are long and thick, stretching me, making my pussy pulse.
Need claws at my insides. I pant against his lips as he works them in and out of me, driving me insane.
When he curls them, touching a part of me that makes me ache, I moan.
I want to cry and beg and make him give me what I so desperately crave.
“Dante.” My voice is ragged. This aching need inside me will destroy me, burn me into ash, if he doesn’t release me.
“What, pip? Tell me where it hurts.” His dark voice causes my pussy to clench around him.
I’m so on edge. I can’t answer him. Words escape me, leaving me a mass of need in his arms. He could do anything to me and I’d let him as long as he gives me what I need.
His thumb smooths over my clit in slow circles, winding me even tighter. My breath catches. He presses against it, pulsing in time with his thrusts. His lips tease mine. “Tell me, pip, so I can make it all better.”
My head falls back against the tiles as the pressure builds inside me, winding tighter and tighter. I’m a slave to the throbbing. My hips rock with his fingers thrusting in and out while his thumb torments my clit. I can’t think. Can’t breathe.
“So many things to do, pip. We could spend all night exploring each other and I still wouldn’t get enough of you. Tasting you. Fucking you.” He drags his lips down my throat before sucking where my shoulder meets my neck. He pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy in time with my heartbeat.
My breasts press against his chest and the taste of him still fills my mouth as the first wave takes me under.
For a second I don’t breathe as ecstasy races through my veins. I’m aware of my mouth opening and his fingers driving in and out, but I’m lost in a haze of bliss.
“That’s it, pip. Take your pleasure like a good girl.
Squeeze my fingers like you want to squeeze my cock.
” Dante’s words make me shatter again and I cry out as I drench his fingers with my release.
“Good girl. So fucking wet and tight. I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Dante,” I breathe out. His fingers haven't stopped and that ache inside isn’t easing, but building again, hotter, faster, threatening to consume me whole. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
He lifts his head. “Open those eyes, pip. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
“Dante.” I open my eyes and stare into his confident gaze. His cocky smile pushes me over the edge. When I cry out as my release crashes over me, his mouth claims mine as he works me slowly through the orgasm, easing me back down.
My pussy stops convulsing as he holds his fingers still within me. When he withdraws them, I rest my head against the tile and stare into his eyes.
I’m still wrapped around him, naked. Fuck. Maybe he’ll fuck me after all. I blow out a breath. He could pretty much do anything to me after that and I wouldn’t protest.
He lifts me against him and walks us both under the water. I sputter a little and he laughs quietly. “Time to let go, pip.”
My gaze jerks up to his, but he’s just saying to release him so he can shower. When I loosen my hold on his waist, he lowers me to the ground. His cock is hard between us again.
I wet my lips and Dante chuckles.
“My eyes are up here, pipsqueak.”
I lift my chin. He smiles down on me softly as he hands me the soap.
“No more play time. Get clean. We have a lot of work ahead of us.”
After washing ourselves and drying off, Dante goes to my bedroom and grabs a pair of pajamas for me while I braid my wet hair. After we’re both dressed, we walk down the hall and stand in the doorway to my room.
“Should we call the police?” I mean, we could’ve done it before the shower. Just looking at the mess they left overwhelms me. Everything that wasn’t nailed down, they spilled all over my floor. I don’t even know where to begin putting my life to rights.
“They entered with the alarm activated. Someone with that skill wouldn’t leave behind prints.” Dante picks up a picture frame. “We have no idea what Tom was into and what may trigger them to escalate. They didn’t bother hiding they were here.”
His gaze falls to the picture. It’s of us one summer when we were kids. Tom, Dante, Finn, and Wyatt all have their arms around each other’s shoulders, and I have my arms wrapped around Wyatt’s waist and a huge grin on my face for the camera.
I should feel guilty about what I’m doing with Dante, but something about being with these men feels right. Finn and Dante, they’re a part of my life. Drew is like a bonus I never expected to find. I don’t want to stop with any of them.
“But if we call the police, they’ll know to keep an eye out on my street.” Even I know that a breaking and entering in the middle of the day may get an occasional patrol car drive-by, but it won’t necessarily stop whoever did this. Not if an alarm system didn’t.
“And they’ll probably call the owners. We aren’t filing an insurance claim.” Dante picks up a diamond earring off the floor and shakes his head. “They weren’t here for money. Let’s focus on cleanup, pip. How do you want to tackle this?”
“I don’t.” I have to be honest. “Right now, it seems like too much. I don’t want to tackle it at all.”
Dante threads his fingers through mine and draws me back into the hallway, shutting the door behind us. “Then we won’t.”
Relief floods me. I should go through it, but I’m glad he’s here. I’m not alone.
He leads me downstairs and into the kitchen. When he grabs my waist, I squeal as he lifts me onto the counter. Releasing me, he chuckles and opens the fridge.
“Drink?” He glances my way and heat fills me. With what happened in the shower, I need to be honest about something, but I’m not sure how he’s going to take it.
“I think there’s a bottle of white in there.” I bite my lip. If I want this to go further, I need to come clean.
He grabs the bottle and holds it up. “Just the thing to go with pizza.”
“I don’t know if I ordered enough for both of us.” I shrug. “Thought it would be just me, but I went with a medium because it was a long day.”
“I’m sure I can find other things to eat.” His smirk makes my panties melt, leaving my imagination to run wild with what his lips would feel like on my pussy. He sets the wine bottle on the counter and grabs the corkscrew. “What do we need to do to make you comfortable at our apartment?”
That’s a difficult question because it’s not me I’m worried about. It’s him. I don’t know that I’ll be able to keep up the lie that I no longer want Wyatt. Sure, I’m moving on, but deep down, there’s a part of me that will always belong to him.
But there are a few logistics to discuss if I’m staying in Tom’s room.
“I’ll need to wash Tom’s sheets and bleach every surface.” I shake my head because I know my brother is sexually active and I can only imagine the stains on his bed.
“Already done. With new sheets.” Dante pulls the cork, flexing his bicep in the process. Fuck, he’s all man. Every inch of him is lickable. And there’s so much of him.
When I swallow, he glances at me with a smirk. “I had it cleaned after he left, but we have a service that comes twice a week.”
I reach into the cabinet beside me to pull out two wineglasses and set them on the counter.
The smile that curves his lips tantalizes me. It’s small and secretive like we share something now. We do, but he doesn’t know that.
“I might have Drew over.” I test the waters as he pours the wine.
“I wouldn’t expect you to put your life on hold for this, pip.” He holds out a glass to me and my fingers graze his, sending electric shocks through my system.
“You don’t care that we just did that...” I point in the direction of the bathroom. “And I’m talking about having another guy over.”
“No.” Dante lifts his glass and clinks it against mine before leaning on the counter across from me. He’s studying me and it makes me uncomfortable.
Do I want him to care? There’s this tiny part of me that craves a little jealousy, a little possessiveness. Especially with what we just did.
I take a sip, refraining from gulping down the whole glass. “I’m not used to this.”
“What’s that, pip? Being with multiple guys?” Dante drinks his wine.
My cheeks burn as I think about what I’ve done and who I’ve done it with. But that’s not what I’m talking about, at least not all I’m talking about. “You know I’ve had a crush on Wyatt forever.”
Dante nods and cocks a grin. “I noticed.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t subtle about it.” I swallow a few mouthfuls of wine. “So, I didn’t really go out with guys I actually wanted to date, because I didn’t want anyone else.”
This is hard, but this is all stuff he probably figured out a long time ago. Dante always seemed to be there to lead me off or distract me if I got too close to Wyatt.
“This isn’t new information, pip. I could tell you didn’t like any of those men. And I can tell you like Drew.” He swirls his wine. His pale blue eyes capture mine. “Are you worried about staying away from Wyatt?”
I shake my head and set my glass on the counter. Fuck, I don’t know how to say this without saying this. I cover my eyes with my hands.
“I’ve never done what I did with you.” Yup, confessing while not looking at him is much easier. Maybe I could just text him and make it even easier than that.
His wineglass clinks as it settles on the counter. His warmth closes in on me and his hands wrap around my wrists. I let him draw my hands down.
His eyes are soft. His thumbs trace the back of my hands, sending tingles through me. “Which part, pip?”
I groan, not wanting to admit it, but knowing I should. “All of it. I mean, I’ve kissed other guys.”
His brow furrows as if he’s trying to make sense of something. “Are you saying... ?”
I’m not saying it. I don’t want to say it so I press my lips together.
Dante shakes his head. “No. There was that guy in high school. The jock that slept with practically the whole senior class.” His eyes lock with mine. “You dated him.”
“Dated, yes. He was an asshole. Pretty much thought he deserved it, so I punched him in the dick and told him I’d tell Tom if he tried to claim anything else happened.”
He snaps his fingers. “You liked that one guy your first year of college.”
I snort out a laugh. “Ethan?”
“Yeah, curly hair.”
“He’s gay.” I lift my shoulder. “He was a lot of fun to bring around because he thought you all were hot too, so we would go to events and talk about you guys the entire time. I was sad when he coupled up.”
He was my first best friend after my friends betrayed me in high school, but he moved for school and his man. We still text occasionally, but until Madison, Hope, and Kayla came into my life, I didn’t have a best friend like him.
Dante’s hands squeeze mine. Slowly realization crosses his face at what I’m trying to tell him without telling him.
“You’re a...” It’s like he can’t wrap his head around the concept. “But you’ve been with Drew and Finn.”
“I’ve kissed Drew and Finn.” I blow a stray hair out of my face. My cheeks heat. “Finn went down on me and Drew has fingered me.”
“Fuck.” Dante tries to take his hands off me, but I wrap mine around his, holding him close. I need him to understand me.
“Just because I’ve never had sex doesn’t mean I don’t want to or that I don’t think about it.” I wait for his blue eyes to lift to mine. “It’s gotta happen sometime. But I guess all those years, I was saving myself for Wyatt. I didn’t want to do that with anyone else.”
“Sara—”
I charge on. Now that it’s out, I want it all out.
“I gave up on Wyatt ever seeing me as anything more than an annoying little sister type. Honestly, I thought Drew was the perfect guy to do the job. He’s kind of a man whore and he’s good-looking.
I really thought we’d have a weekend and it would be done with.
I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore and then I could truly get over Wyatt.
” Shrugging, I chuckle a little, defeated.
“Who knew that Drew Young would want an actual relationship with me?”
Dante cups my cheek and his eyes sparkle with something I can’t read. “Anyone would be lucky to have a relationship with you.”
“Except Wyatt.” And that’s the issue. “Maybe I’m the problem.”
Dante kisses me. His lips are soft on mine and when he parts his lips, I open for him, wanting more, but not trusting anything right now. I don’t breathe as his tongue glides along mine. My insides shimmer with anticipation, but I’m still holding back.
He lifts his head and rests his forehead against mine. “I want you, pip. Your Drew wants you. Finn wants you.”
I wait for him to tell me Wyatt doesn’t want me.
“But I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you tonight and I mean it. You’re not thinking clearly.” His thumb traces over my lower lip. “We’ll eat some pizza, drink some wine, watch a movie, and in the morning, we’ll pack your stuff and head to our apartment.”