27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven
HATTIE
I shifted on his lap again, and when he groaned, I couldn’t help but smirk. I wanted so badly to position myself over him and rub shamelessly against his hard length. But I’d never been good at taking the lead. I’d always had trouble keeping my thoughts from taking over.
“Straddle me, Hattie,” he commanded. “Need to feel you.”
Though I’d hated it in the beginning, now Dylan’s bossiness worked for me. I’d never been with someone like him, but knowing he was leading and I had to follow directions helped me stay in the moment. He squeezed my leg and then helped me guide myself to sit back on his lap with my legs on either side of him. Then he ran his hands up and under my sleep shorts and gripped my ass tightly, using his hold to move me back and forth along his hard shaft.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “That feels too good.”
He stopped abruptly and tossed his head back. Then, in a flurry of movement, he picked me up and laid me on the sofa. His fingers went to the waistband of my shorts, and before I could blink, he had them and my panties off and was throwing them across the room.
My pulse quickened. God, it was incredible, knowing he was as desperate for me as I was for him. He buried his face between my legs before I even realized that was his intention.
“Dylan,” I moaned, lifting my ass up.
He held my hips down as he swiped his tongue across my clit in rapid succession. But when he stopped, I looked down at him and was met with his intense stare.
“Never doubt how I feel about you.”
With my teeth pressed into my bottom lip, I gave him a slight nod. He ran his tongue lightly over my sensitive flesh, and a whimper left my lips.
“You’re mine,” he said, looking up at me again with a smirk. “Don’t ever question that.”
Finally, he lowered his mouth back down and began working me over, winding me up until I was writhing and bucking into his face.
God, I was so close. It felt too good, and I was about to explode. I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as I matched his rhythm.
His phone rang from the kitchen, and I groaned, praying he wouldn’t stop.
Like he’d read my mind, he plunged two fingers inside me, the move making me buck off the cushion.
“Need you to come, baby,” he said against my pussy, his eyes focused on me as he continued working his fingers in and out.
I threw my head back, trying to ignore his phone. “Do you need to get that?” I gasped. Was I losing my mind? Because I would die if he stopped.
“Not until after my girl screams my name.” He covered my clit with his mouth and sucked as he hit my G-spot with his fingers.
Pleasure ripped through me, pulling a scream from my lungs, just like he’d predicted. I held him tightly to my core, riding out each wave that cascaded over me.
He smirked and brushed his mouth over the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh. “Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.”
God, I hoped not. As he hopped up, his eyes bright, he wiped his mouth and headed into the kitchen.
“Yeah, she’s here,” Dylan said as he moved back into the living room, holding his phone. “It’s Rhett. He said he’s tried your phone a couple of times.”
What could he possibly need? He gave me the day off, for Christ’s sake.
“It’s upstairs.” I sat up and snagged my shorts off the floor. I couldn’t speak to my brother while I was naked from the waist down. Once I was dressed again, I took the phone from Dylan. “What do you need?” I asked my brother, who apparently had impeccable timing.
“Tina went into labor this morning.”
I stared wide-eyed at Dylan. “Where are the kids?”
“At Mom and Dad’s.”
I nodded. “Okay. Do they need anything right now?”
“Yeah.” He paused, then his voice was muffled, like he’d pulled the phone away from his mouth and was talking to someone. A moment later, he spoke into the phone again. “Bella and Ashley aren’t here.”
They were in Asheville, putting in our quarterly dessert order at the bakery, but what did that have to do with Tina being in labor?
“What do Tina and Kyle need?” I should have known it would be better to be direct with Rhett the first time.
“Since you’re just around the corner, can you swing by and turn off the Crock-pot?”
“Like now?” Weren’t those things supposed to run all day? Seemed like a waste to not let it finish cooking first.
“Yeah.” A frustrated sigh came through the phone.
“Why?” Maybe they’d had it cooking overnight and had forgotten to turn it off.
“No idea.”
I huffed out a breath. “Did you not ask?”
“Kyle was stressing about some outrageous scenario where, if a Crock-pot was left on while no one was home, the house could burn down.”
Hmm. That actually sounded familiar…. Bella mentioned watching a TV show where something like that happened. I’d thought it was the most ludicrous thing I’d ever heard. I’d never understand why Kyle stressed about the most far-fetched things. Although I hadn’t believed that I had a stalker two weeks ago, so maybe stressing about possible worst-case scenarios wouldn’t be the worst thing.
“I assumed the priority was to tell him I’d take care of it so that he’ll stop worrying.”
By pawning it off on me? I shook my head. Whatever. “Okay. How am I getting in?”
“Kyle says Dylan has a spare.”
I glanced up at Dylan. “You have a spare key to Kyle and Tina’s?”
It was funny, really, that my brother trusted Dylan with a spare key over his siblings.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “He gave it to me when you all went to the beach last summer.”
Once I’d ended the call, I filled Dylan in. I really wanted to dive back into what we’d been doing when the phone rang, but before I could suggest it, he pulled me in for a hug and pressed his lips to my forehead.
“Why don’t you get your shower, and then I’ll drive you over?”
I cinched my hands behind his back and tilted my chin up so I could look at him.
As if he could read my thoughts, he added, “We can finish what we started later. I need to call Aiden back too. He says it’s not urgent, but he wanted to fill me in on something Seabass found.”
“Okay.”
“Sounds like we got this guy on camera fleeing the back of The Dock on Wednesday night.” He searched my face, his brow furrowed. “But that might mean we’re going to spend all weekend gathering more footage to track him.”
Nodding, I gave him a reassuring smile. “I know. If you want, I can bring lunch by the station.”
His body relaxed. “That’ll be great. I’ll make sure Chris knows.”
Eventually, I’d have to let him go, but I held on a little longer, not ready for our moment together to end.