Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Dylan
Guilt gnaws at me as I unlock the door to my apartment.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I held firm to the notion that at some point, in this lifetime, I’d be able to apologize to Coach Conrad face-to-face and man-to-man.
When he didn’t return my calls after the accident, it felt like I’d been banished to my own personal hell.
I let him down when he needed me.
I was supposed to drive Eden home. Instead, I took off in the opposite direction to the airport and left her in the incompetent hands of her boyfriend.
I never blamed Coach for cutting off all contact with me. I deserved his silence.
“I can’t remember the last time I danced that much.” Eden tosses her purse on a chair in my living room as I lock the door behind us. “Thank you for taking me there.”
Scrubbing my hand over the back of my neck, I look over at the bottle of scotch on my home bar. “Can I get you a drink?”
Her gaze follows mine. “A glass of cold water would be perfect.”
No. She’s fucking perfect.
She talked non-stop in the taxi on the way here. She loved the band. She enjoyed the wine. She liked Billy even though her interaction with him was limited to a couple of minutes.
I want to take her back there, but we’re due in court again in a few days.
Depending on what she’s planning on her end, the case should move quickly.
She could be on a flight back to Buffalo within the next two weeks.
I knew going into this that it would run its course, but I need more time.
I stalk into the kitchen and pull a pitcher filled with filtered water out. I fill a tall glass to the brim.
She’s studying the pictures on the mantle of the fireplace when I walk back in.
“Ansley is still as gorgeous as ever.”
She’s right. My older sister is one of the most beautiful women I know. It’s not just her striking features. Her heart is made of gold.
She’s a mom to three, a wife, and a teacher.
Her students are curious seven-year-olds. She’s never short of a story or two when we talk.
Eden’s finger trails over the picture of Ansley and me. It was taken last winter in Hawaii. My sister was there with her family because her husband had business on the big island over the holidays.
I made it my business to be there to see them.
Overall, the trip was everything I hoped it would be. I left with good memories, a tan, and a promise from Ansley that she’d find her way to Manhattan when she needs a weekend break from life in Houston.
It hasn’t happened yet, but my door is always open for her.
Eden takes the glass of water. “Thank you for this.”
I watch her throat work on a swallow. As much as I want my dick back in her mouth, I want to taste her more.
“Take off your clothes.”
Her gaze skims my face. “Not so fast. We have a matter to discuss.”
The only thing I want to discuss is how badly I need her naked. “What matter?”
She places the empty glass on the mantle. “Your jersey. We need to talk terms if you want it back.”
She can keep the damn thing. It’s a piece of another life that I’m not sure I want to remember.
I play along because she’s smiling like she’s holding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. “I’m open to an offer. What do you propose?”
She rakes me from head-to-toe, and there’s zero chance that I’m reading the look in her eyes wrong. She wants me. She fucking wants me as desperately as I want her.
“I want to undress you.”
Her voice is bold and clear. There’s no room for misunderstanding.
I hold both my arms out to the side. “Have at it.”
Her fingers skim the bottom hem of my sweater. “It’s just a starting point. It doesn’t mean that I’ll bring the jersey back.”
“Understood.” I glance down at her hands. “Do I get to undress you once my ass is bare?”
Her head shakes slowly. “No. I’ll undress myself.”
“While I watch?” My brows perk in anticipation of that scene unfolding in front of me.
Her voice drops along with her gaze. “While you touch yourself.”
I take a half-step closer to give her easier access to my belt and the zipper of my jeans. “While I stroke my cock?”
She lifts her chin until our eyes meet. “You did it the other night. It was really hot.”
I found something that turns her on, so I’m all in. “Let’s do it.”
“But,” she stops to chew on her bottom lip.
I want to lean forward and take over, pulling her lip between my teeth, but I stand my ground, even though my cock is as hard as steel. “But what?”
Pink blooms high on her cheeks. “When you’re ready to come, I’ll take you in my mouth.”
I’m ready right fucking now. I drop a hand to the front of my jeans to squeeze my aching dick. “Do it soon, Eden, or I’m going to blow this load in my pants.”
Her hands fall to my belt. “We’ll negotiate more after I swallow your cum.”
Fuck. Just fuck.
Please let me hold it together until her lips are wrapped around my cock.
She takes her time with my clothes, running her hands over the ridges of my abdomen and my biceps.
Once my hand wraps around my cock, I’m almost gone.
I pump again and again as she stands and watches, her gaze never leaving my dick.
“It’s so hot in here,” she whispers. “I need to do something about that.”
My hand works in long, slow strokes as I watch her undress. Each button of her blouse reveals another inch of her skin.
Her nipples are already perked into tight points when she slides the bra from her body.
I’m captivated with her every movement as the jeans come off followed by the black lace thong that I wish to fuck I was removing with my teeth.
I hiss out her name, “Eden.”
That’s all it takes to drop her to her knees.
I grab for her hair, fumbling with the long strands as I shove my cock between her pillow-soft lips.
The rush of desire is instant, violent, and almost too much.
I close my eyes against the onslaught and come hard, chanting her name as I empty every last drop into her.